Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am
Make a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation below
I've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Bring on the brothers who've gone on before
And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door All the departed, dear loved ones of mine And stick 'em up front in the offensive line
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous
uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft
Dropkick Me Jesus lyrics © Screen Gems-emi Music Inc., Black Sheep Music
d.: I’m going to go away from the story line today and address an issue. We’ll rejoin Cal.E. and me tomorrow. I’ll get to the above picture and why I posted it in a few minutes, but I have an ax to grind, so bear with me since I feel as though the so called “fact checkers” of Facebook dropkicked my post through the uprights of life yesterday for no good reason.
Yesterday, I posted this picture at the beginning of my post, which was quickly taken down by Facebook with a warning not to try to continue to sell things on my blog,
although other posts were telling where and how much to pay for food that they were cooking and selling. As I’ve said before, this blog is just an attempt to relieve tension with humor, not to be taken seriously most of the time. However, I do want to say something about my 5/31/24 post.
In all seriousness, Ole Miss is a good school. It boasts such notable alumni as authors Eudora Welty, William Faulkner and John Grisham (from it’s law school, after he attended my alma mater to get his undergraduate degree).
Ole Miss’ medical school is also excellent. My first cousin once removed, the late Dr. John Chris Longest may be the only reason I’m able to walk without a permanent limp because he was the doctor who recognized the signs and symptoms of an infection and treated it after my first knee surgery. He graduated from Ole Miss’ medical school after earning his undergraduate degree from my alma mater. There are many others, but I think I’ve made my point, this is all in good fun.
One doctor who turned down an offer from Ole Miss’ medical school was the late Dr. Dan Van Cleve, the centerfielder on (perhaps) the most talented college baseball team not to win a CWS. That team had four future all-star caliber Major Leaguers ( Jeff Brantley, Will Clark, Rafeal Palmeiro and Bobby Thigpen, and three future minor leaguers, including Van Cleve). Dan wanted to play baseball, so he turned down Ole Miss’ invitation. He never made it out of the minor leagues, but did go to Baylor after his baseball career ended. He did, however, work for the University of Mississippi’s medical center. I was never friends with Van Cleve, but I did compete against him in high school football. That’s how I know that he was an incredible athlete. By all accounts, he was also an awesome surgeon and an even better person.
Now, for authenticity’s sake, I must confess that I’ve never talked to my son’s long-dead cat. Cal.E.’s Korner started from a short story that I wrote for my sons when they were young. This very chill cat was my family’s only pet while we fostered twelve children (and adopted two) and she never lost her patience with any of the babies or toddlers. She tolerated hair and tail pulling as well as ear batting without retaliation, so I thought that seeing things from her perspective may be interesting.
Also, as far as I know, there is no Cat Galaxy ruled by a giant talking cat named Meow Z. Tongue, but scientists are discovering new things about the universe on a daily basis, so who knows?
And, to the so-called fact checkers on Facebook, A.I. can be a valuable tool if used properly, but dangerous in the hands of the wrong people. I have family members who can read a whole page in one to two minutes and summarize it accurately, but even they wouldn’t be able to read and summarize a seven minute post in thirty seconds. Please learn to use this tool effectively, or discard it altogether. There is nothing in yesterday’s post about trying to sell catfood to giant cats (or anything else). My figures, from spot checking y’all’s work and going to both sides of the issue, not just the one that agrees with my stance, says that you’re around 80% accurate (discounting the opinions that y’all tried to correct with no objective data. How can you say that something that is totally subjective, like an opinion, is inaccurate? SMH). In my industry (nursing) that will get you reprimanded, fired, maybe arrested., and potentially sued, and thats from people we're trying to help! DO BETTER!
I would refuse a surgery, if I had a choice, if the surgeon told me that there was an 80% chance of survival. Can you imagine if an engineer designing a bridge or a building thought that 80% accuracy was “good enough?” Many people would die. And what if your child’s math teacher told you that 80% was a perfect score? Would you leave your child in that teacher’s class? And accountants that are 80% accurate usually find themselves in prison.
Now, about the picture at the beginning of the blog. Farce checkers, heed the big guys’ warning. It may save your life!
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