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Thursday, February 20, 2025
Hardesty’s Psalms
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
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Thursday, February 13, 2025
To Eileen Saint Lauren
Dear Mrs. Lauren,
First, spare me your arrogant solipsism! Are you on the board of directors of the Pulitzer Prize? I saw you're a Belle from Mississippi, who is a professional and LIFETIME STUDENT who attended Jones College, University of Nebraska-Lincoln, Washington Center, Duke University, U. Mass Amherst, and North Carolina!
And how many Pulitzer Prizes, Mrs. Eileen Lauren, have you garnered with all that education? Oh, just nominated. Do you think you need more education? My point and remarks on Kendrick Lamar were again defended. He's everything wrong in America, yammering about his East Coast versus West Coast Rap wars. And his diction-mangled yawp of all the Hollywood pedophiles he's hanged around with that no American Citizen gives one damn about. And none of them go to jail.
My point is that you MISSED or MISREAD what I was attempting to convey. Just because of some gang killer and so-called Rapper who has an album or two about his thug life as a GANG MEMBER.
Here’s a transcript of HIS WORDS:
“These are my experiences. When I say “gangbangin” made me kill a nigga blacker than me, this is my life I'm talking about. I'm not speaking to the community, or of the community. I am the community. If I told you I killed somebody when I was 16, would you believe me?
Everything he said. How is the Pulitzer Prize Academy awarding a thug and gangbanger rapper the ultimate Prize in Music, who has about as much of an education as a beetle dung? Again, this rapper can't compose a musical note even if you give him a library.
Again, I demand that the Pulitzer Prize rescind its Award from Kendrick Lamar because awarding killers isn't right and sets a bad precedent for other hard-working Musicians, Songwriters, and Composers.
Do your research on matters before doling out laurels to unfit awardees!
Sincerely,
John Hardesty
Addendum: Thanks for responding, Mrs. Lauren.
Sunday, February 9, 2025
Friday, February 7, 2025
Dear Steve,
Dear Burt Reynolds,
Steve, first, I appreciate all your support and love growing up. I and Kevin had an epic time over at Uncle Charles's farm with you, Chris, and Mike and we were all in as always in the shit-shenanigans that ensued. When July 4th came about each year, me and Kevo knew it was a great weekend at Robert’s Estate. Dining on good food and roaming on the farm.
Of course, we had to be on our best behavior, Pope Charles(your dad) was a quiet man and a man you'd never back talk. My Godmother, Aunt Virginia was an Angel, she would let me get away with robbing a bank I do believe. She loved me, and I loved her very much. I miss them, truly miss our(Me, Kevin, & Jimbo) yearly Mecca Christmas visits to their new home, and for the last 15 years before they passed away we never missed a visit.
I miss our campouts down by the River too, fun times. And Uncle Charles never bothered us one time, I loved that. And let’s not forget the long winter nights after school, stripping tobacco, lol. No wonder I've had 4 back surgeries, fusions, and two bad hips, lol. But, I would do it all over again. You and Chris were too kind to us. Steve, you always made me laugh, and you and Chris were always generous to us. Without your incredible taste in Music, god forgives me, I’d still be listening to Conway Twitty & Meryl Haggard, I still hate country, but your albums always were awesome. Thanks for turning us on to Classic Rock.
I know you had Cancer, I'm suffering too, and just in case I'm going out, just wanted you to know I love you, Burt Reynolds, and thanks for being kind to me.
Hardesty’s Psalms
Fascism Beware of the fascist wolf; He dresses up as an American professing his patriotism while ripping the heart out of Democracy!
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Avoid distress; forlorn hope, threadbare of loneliness, even Icarus’ boldness, jubilation, and carelessness bedeviled his own ego. Tak...
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We always played cards in the back of Squire's Bar and Grill, a little hole in the wall place. I lost that night at cards a...
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Sitting in a death chair at the Cleveland Cancer Center whilst my body is being pumped with platinum grade-A poison. The six hours of...