Monthly Archives: June 2014

The Lord Reveals a Blessed Moment

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NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — I was totally insulted last weekend on June 22 by a couple of my detractors at a family reunion event. The good Lord, throughout this week, has unveiled to me a special blessing for me and a special mission for me since the rude incident. The Lord said that all of my ancestors from Jean Lafitte to Dr. Charles Delery and all the way to my loving dad (Ferdinand Delery, Jr.) are wildly cheering me on in this mission like I am in a FIFI World Cup soccer battle. By Monday I plan to add the blessed words from the Lord to the Gazette site. I am working on it currently at my editor’s desk. Please be patient while I polish up my media presentation of these words from the Lord. Meanwhile, I put a few paragraphs here below just to preview to you what I am writing about.

Here is an update of where I am with the story on Tuesday morning July 1, 2014.

ALRIGHT, Y’ALL! UPDATE: As you can see in my tweet above, yes, I am working on my article about my getting booted out of an event last weekend for the Delery Family Reunion; and about the Lord’s powerful revelation to me. I have not finished writing about the facts yet. However, the good Lord is trying to make me joyous and contented; but, I STILL WANT TO BE MAD AND DISGRUNTLED! I have turned into a grouchy old man like in the movies, AND I LOVE IT!! Anyway, I continue to write the story; and I will publish it when I finish writing the facts. Thank you!

NOTE: In my prayers, I always remember how the Lord broke the bonds of the cross and the insults of His persecutors with the glory and power of His exit from the grave.

Who in the heck thinks they can nail me to the cross without the virtue of the Lord pouring down upon me.

I seek to run with the legions of anointed warriors in the army of the Lord. Plus, in the furthest reaches of my mind, I do not even much care what image my detractors have of me. I cannot concern myself with what image people want to make me into. Since before I could even hold my own baby bottle I walked with Jesus; and (like it or not, my detractors) my self-image has always been similar to the likes of: Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, James Bond 007. I am a card-carrying member of the likes of that group.

Jesus Christ loves me. I know that! Jesus Christ loves you too!

Busy prioritizing my detractors, my special assistant (my Bond Girl) says:

Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?

Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?

I Am A Lion

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NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — DO NOT mistake me for a member of POLITE SOCIETY. Why? There has been a rash of people beating me over the head about ME and MY life. You are getting on my nerves. You need to know right here, right now that I am a cross between a mountain lion and a grizzly bear. Please do not try to make me into a cute, little puppy dog or something like that. THEY called my dad THE Green-Eyed Monster, Jr., (actually because of the color of his eyes). I am the Green-Eyed Monster III (probably because of DNA). I am Ferd THE Third. Let’s get that straight.

I do not want to waste my time trying to figure out what kind of image my detractors have of me. That is their problem. At an early age (I think at about 9 or 10 months-old), I realized that I was a rebel; and there was nothing anyone could do about it. One of my proudest moments was when I had a fight as an altar boy at Corpus Christi Church before Mass (ON the altar in front of the congregation in my full altar boy outfit) in which I beat the other altar boy with a stick. I had pulled the “STOP” flag off of my patrol boy stick for the festivities. The next day, the priests had a hearing with me and kicked me “clean” off the Altar Boy Society. I loved it! I was only 11 years-old, and LOVED IT! Who in the hell thinks they can change me now.

I do not seek to run in polite society. I was a rebel since I was 2 months-old (actually realizing it only when I was 9 months-old). In the furthest reaches of my mind, I do not even much care what image my detractors have of me. I cannot concern myself with what image people want to make me into. Since before I could even hold my own baby bottle, my self-image has been similar to the likes of: the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, James Bond. I am a card-carrying member of the likes of that group.

Jesus Christ loves me. I know that! However, one thing that I am not is a “bitch.” Ooops!! I forgot. I AM A BITCH. Sorry! In fact, I am A TOTAL BITCH! Hahaha. That does not sound right, does it? Anyway, I am not a HOE. Umm… I mean, I am not a HOE anymore.

Prioritizing my detractors, my special assistant (my Bond Girl) says:

Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?

Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?