“Not you too!”

“Isaac. You don’t understand. Some of Ruth’s friends are making her life miserable.”

“Then they aren’t her friends.”

“Her Bible group has been exceptionally rude.”

“That’s the problem with Christianity today. Everyone is “holier than thou.’ Ruth should just quit them.”

“That isn’t going to happen, Isaac. You know how much Ruth depends on her church and her faith.”

“Yes, for all the answers. She has become a non-thinking adult.

“Isaac, listen to me. You’re 85 years old for Christ sake – and you’re making pornographic pictures of young men.

“The images are not pornographic, and the young men are adults. I’ve obtained each individual’s permission to cut and paste pieces of his photographs into my photographic montages.

“But how did you even get these photographs. Never mind. I don’t want to know. I do know that some of the episodes you invent about this Stephen Gulliver fellow are obscene!

I invent nothing. I simply report what is happening in an alternate reality.”

You are not reporting in Stephen Gulliver. You are creating anti-USA pornographic fiction. If you don’t care about Ruth, think of the rest of the family; Joseph, and Abraham, all your grandchildren.”

“How is my blog going to effect any of them?”

“I know that if any of your grandchildren goes into politics your blog could be used against them. So, if you don't care about Ruth's feelings, at least think about the grandchildren.

"But I do care about Ruth.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Ruth and the professor stole my ‘Sanctuary.’ She and I have been arguing for years. Besides, Ruth would die of boredom if I suddenly turned into a docile old fart.

“Isaac. I know how you dote on Adam. He’s your favorite grandson. So, if you don’t fix the damn blog, I’ll have him look at it. Perhaps he will be able to talk some sense into your damn fool head.”

“Sam. I think you should leave now.”

“Okay. I’m going, but I want you to understand that I’m acting independently. Ruth has no idea that I’m here. I’m personally concerned about this because it makes you look like a foolish old man, and that’s not how I like to think of you, Isaac.”

“Thanks so much,” I said acerbically.

“Reflect on your behavior, and get rid of that pornographic serial, and those damn pictures.” He left closing the door quietly behind him, and for the first time, I found myself feeling imprudent for having put those Photoshop montages in my blog. I suppose I should have thought about the fact that our culture has regressed to a new type of dark ages where people aren’t supposed to think for themselves. Instead we follow Carl Rove’s Republican and evangelical notion of political, personal, and spiritual correctness for the masses. However, I doubt the powers that be in this presidential administration, congress, or senate hold themselves to that same level of positional suitability as it were. I also know that anything I do or say can bring retribution to any of my friends and / or family members at any point in the future, because our society is immersed in a culture of psychobabble in which each and every one of us is taken to be guilty by association and proof be damned.


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