Wishful Thinking

It was October 20, 2025, and we were weed-eating the lower orchard. The guy who misdirected me (Mr. Glass (Bigshot)) to go to the State Garage (State Road Department), in Owenton, rode his side-by-side on to our Homestead. He asked if I would care if he mowed the property for free. He asked for my phone numbers (landline and cell), which I gave him. He still hasn't called me to say he mowed the grass and weeds. 

While talking, he said he and O' Denny Boy had wondered if we were in the tornado that hit in London, Ky. I wonder if their discussion was wishful thinking. I don’t trust these people. I think they are all snakes.

I admit my feelings about these people are a little harsh, and somebody will probably judge me harshly for it. But Bigshot and O' Denny Boy has caused me a lot of unnecessary mental and emotional pain. Bigshot said he is a Baptist. I am guessing O' Denny Boy is too. But whatever they are, they caused me a lot of unnecessary grief.   

Wicked Times

 These days you need to be prepared to get lied to. Lying is now the norm. Lie. Lie. And keep right on lying. This is a family inheritance in some families. The whole family are liars. Their father and mother were liars, and their parents before them were liars. 

And don't think that all people who go to church are truthful and honest. Some of the most disgusting liars go to a church building. I have had to stop trusting people. I have been stabbed in the back too many times by people I trusted. I don't know any honest people anymore. Everybody I know are liars and dishonest. I have supported Gideons for many years, thinking they were good people. Man did I get a rude awakening when a Gideon stabbed me in the back. 

I don't trust people no more. These are wicked times we're in right now. Everywhere we turn there are corrupt people. Whenever somebody tells me they're a Christian, I have to be suspicious of them. They might be a real Christian, but I don't know them. It takes time to see their fruit. It is not wise for me to believe they are a Christian based solely on what they say.

O' Denny Boy claims to be a Christian, but it seems he doesn't want my brownskin wife and me owning property next door to him, in his neighborhood. A person that makes my life difficult is not being a Christian to me. He or she is most likely a fake Christian.

My advice is this: Be on guard. Your safety depends on it.       

Undesirables

 According to The American Heritage® Dictionary, undesirables mean:

1.      Not likely to please; objectionable.

2.      Not wanted.

3.      Objectionable or not likely to please.

I think I have a memory like an elephant, because certain things stick in my memory.

I still recall that it was not long after we purchased this land, I was preparing to plant an apple tree. I looked up and there standing at the fence was the adjoining property owner, O’ Denny Boy, just staring at us. I politely walked up the steep hill to see what he wanted. I guess I thought he wanted to be friendly. No, he wasn’t there to be friendly. He was there to be nosy.

He wanted to know what we were doing. Then he wanted to know what kind of dwelling we plan to put on the property. Not long after that meeting, I discovered that he had cut the top off of a cedar tree that is on our land. He lied about it. He said the wind broke it. I have photos showing that the top was cut with a saw.

Needless to say, the troubles began for me soon after these events. I make it a practice not to ask people personal questions. Why? Because their business is none of my business. I expect them to treat me likewise. But unless O’ Denny Boy reads this, he will no doubt never know, on this side of eternity, how much pain his nosiness and meddling has caused me.   

I think the title of this post explains why I have had to suffer such pain after buying this land. They saw us as undesirables. They didn’t want us in their neighborhood. We don’t qualify to live in their neighborhood. We are outsiders. I guess a poor, interracial couple doesn’t qualify to own property in their neighborhood. So…to these elites…my wife and me are undesirables. But they say they are churchgoers. There are many churchgoers, but few real Christians.

You’d think their kind of thinking went out of existence with the last century. It didn’t. It’s still alive and well.   

I think the stress and aggravation that I have had to carry (because of O’ Denny Boy, his neighbor, and the scumbag at the State Garage who told me he would tear out my driveway) has contributed to my health issues. I haven’t been able to get to the Homestead this year. I’m sure its overgrown with weeds and bushes.

I will close with is:

“My philosophy is live and let live: You don’t worry about what somebody’s doing in their holler, as long as they don’t worry about what you’re doing in your holler.” - Thomas Massie.    

Update

 This is an update to my previous post on March 29, 2025. 

Unfortunately, our troubles still exist. It's not just our truck issues, it's more than that. I had about one-third of my colon removed because of a large tumor. My life is difficult right now. I am struggling to just keep going. I was pastor of a small church when I had my colon surgery, and just a few months later I was thrown to the curb. And to make things worse, I have no family to turn to for help. I lost my family to death years ago: 1968, 1975, 1992. 

My mother, my father, and my brother were my only family. They each, in order as listed, passed away in the years I already mentioned above. Some people have a friend or friends to help them, and that's a good thing. The few real friends I have had are now deceased. The fair-weather friends have all abandoned me. I have given my life in service to others since 1992, and now I need help. People these days seem to quickly forget the good someone does for them.     

From the moment we purchased this property, which I now call "The Slim Pickings Homestead", it seemed there was trouble waiting for us. The adjoining property owner showed his true colors when he asked what kind of dwelling I was going to put on the property. He didn't want us there. It was clear that we weren't/aren't his type of people. And I think he doesn't like our skin colors (I am white, my wife is brown...she is Asian). He wants me to think he is a Christian. Is he really a Christian. There is a huge difference between a church member only and a real Christian.   

Then there is another guy in the area who knowingly misadvised me to go to the State Garage and ask advice about putting in a driveway to the property. The guy at the State Garage threatened to destroy the driveway if I built it without a permit. I completed the papers, and months later I still had no permit. It took me contacting the Governor's office to get the permit. I learned later that I didn't even need a permit to build a driveway.  

So obviously I am surrounded by people doing the devil's work. Right now, I don't know when I will be able to get back to living my life. The Homestead is no doubt overgrown with weeds and bushes even as I write this. The small orchard is probably hidden in weeds and bushes. Oh...but I have a strong feeling that O' Denny Boy next door is wishfully thinking that maybe I died, and he might get the property for a song and sing it himself. My Bible says I can know a tree by its fruit.    

The Homestead Has Been Abandoned

 The Homestead hasn't seen us since about October 2024. Our pick up truck has a major miss and is unreliable. We have had one thing after the other to happen. It's sad that we have deserted the Homestead for this length of time. I feel like we have forsaken the Homestead and its beauty. I hope our troubles will soon be behind us.