Me Want Me Some!

I want me some of this. Dear God, please send this girl to my house. It would make me very happy if you send her to me.

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Me wants! Me wants!

ALSO, I AM IN LOVE WITH THE GIRL IN THE BELOW VIDEO. She has beautiful eyes in my opinion.

I will google her name because presently I do not know her name. I see her on TV often on group panels discussing sports issues on the FOX SPORTS NEW ORLEANS channel. She must have played sports in college or professionally because she is very knowledgeable about sports issues.

Hell No! We won’t go!! Vote on Nov. 6!! Brett Kavanaugh and Donald Trump want to bring us back to 1775. Hell No!!! Let us say “Hell No” to the hate.

Gumbo and potato salad to go.

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King Ferdinand and The Neutral Ground

I love what the Neutral Ground cafe writes about me before each of my performances. I enjoy singing my love songs to the fine ladies in the audience. However, I pamper myself by throwing in my favorite jokes between the romance. FUN!!! One day I will sit down and describe what a pleasure it is making the gorgeous young ladies in the audience swoon and laugh at the same time.

UPDATE: 2/25/2018 — I plan to take a few minutes today or tomorrow to write briefly about all of my meals from yesterday. I was surprised to find out when I woke up today that I gained only 1 pound.

The shroud of Turin (pictured below) is the only physical image
that was left for history (and that image is stamped in the very blood which Jesus shed from the cross). If the message that Jesus taught is spiritual, then photographs,films, audio tapes, etc. seem to be the opposite of how
he wanted to teach. Think of the miracle that it is, in
and of itself, that Jesus’ word has lived. His word is the
greatest recorded message in the history of the world. Yet,
it is just as alive and vibrant as it was when it flowed
off of his tongue. That is why I think the Lord did his
work before the advent of modern recording devices.
I welcome you to email Rev. Ferdinand if there is a
special request that you want us to put on the altar of the
Lord.

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The Shroud of Turin

My brother, Carl Delery, asked me several questions recently: Ferd, it sure sounds like you have fun in your dreams. Do your dreams have beginnings, middle and ends? Do you have actors play the parts? Do you have instant replay where you can cut and perfect the performances?

Answer #1 to my brother Carl:
Only in my dreams! It is getting late, and I may be falling asleep soon. What can possibly be waiting for me in my dreams? “Ferdie Werdie, where are you? Do you want to visit me in your dreams? I am waiting,” she says.

Ferdie Werdie, where are you?

Ferdie Werdie, where are you?

Gazette · @Ferd3desk (cont)…
23rd Mar 2017
I saw a report this morning on the local news about how the trend of many people moving back to the Big Easy after Hurricane Katrina has changed. In my opinion, it is the high taxes, myriad fees and fines, run-away crime rate, government overbearance, inaccurate/incorrect traffic cameras, etc., etc. I dunno’. New Orleans has the highest taxes in the country which all add up to making citizens here feel like victims more than ever. This local government is not user friendly. It is literally totally user un-friendly.
http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1spnr11

There is an old Buddhist saying which reminds me of Donald Trump and his #minions. The Buddhists say, “No matter how much you wash a turd, it will not come clean.” Trump and his henchmen will never come clean even when their lies are exposed. We can see with our own eyes that the National Mall at Trump’s inauguration was nearly empty. Yet, he maintains to our faces that he could see millions of people that day from the platform on the Capitol steps. Trump is the historical definition of a turd.

Be Bigger Than That

UPDATE: I plan to take a few minutes today or tomorrow to write briefly about all of my meals from yesterday. I was surprised to find out when I woke up today that I gained only 1 pound.

Positively 4th Street
by Bob Dylan
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin’
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that’s winnin’

You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve lost your faith, but that’s not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it

I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say “how are you?”, “good luck”, but ya don’t mean it
When you know as well as me, you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And tho I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, its not my problem?

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you.

Here is a picture of my brother and sister who have taught me (Ferdie Werdie) many lessons in life. Among those lessons is that it is sometimes important to stand up for your rights and dignity in this world. Too many people want you to just lie down and be stepped on. I have seen my brother and sister stand up for their rights, and I wish that I could be as brave as they are.

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My brother and sister, Carl and Joan.

I have to look for Amy Adams’ latest movie. I saw her recently in a movie on cable, and think she is stunning.

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Amy! Amy! Amy!

Who Am I in Love With?

NEW ORLEANS, September 20, 2017 — This link here is page #2 of an article about my sister’s current art exhibit, which link I have been searching for in order to print out the article. I am looking “down in the rabbit hole” for the link to page #1 now. You know that old people cannot figure out as much as they used to.
http://neworleanstimespicayune.la.newsmemory.com/publink.php?shareid=02c68e3ed

NEW ORLEANS, July 12, 2017 — Inside of every big, bad man lives a little, bitty boy. One of the fine little girls from my school story below (actually 2 grades above me) who was highly honored by her girlfriends for often beating me up in grammar school subsequently asked me to take her to her first prom when she was a junior in high school. Her exotic and romantic prom was on one of the river boats in New Orleans, and was the very day that I became 007, super agent man :).

In grammar school, I would hide in the bushes and shadows on the girls’ side of the school yard in order to watch the sexy little girls’ fine, pretty legs as they jumped rope and played hopscotch. I would even occasionally run out and yank their school skirt up to get a clean, bird’s-eye view. Ooh-Wee! The little girls often jumped me and beat me up. I LOVED IT! I actually also wrote about this in my first book DRIVE WOMEN CRAZY!

June 29, 2017 — Below is a year book picture of my dad, Ferdinand Delery Jr., in his 1945 graduation picture from Xavier University Preparatory High School. I think that my mom graduated the next year. I worked with my dad for many years; and he bought all of my tools for me. I also rented one of his houses from him when I got married which helped propel me into manhood.

Speaking of love! I am performing my act in a show tonight at the Neutral Ground Coffee House.

When my brother, Carl, was 19 years-old, we (he and I) had an apartment on Paris Ave. in New Orleans. He and his good friend and workmate, R.L., would occasionally stop at the apartment for lunch or after work and try to jack me up for some spending “change.” In New Orleans, we used to call it “putting someone on a #tip.” Meaning, in school especially, jacking people up and taking their lunch money.

Ooops! I hate to interrupt my story here, but I just had to say here that I AM TOO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL. I love her! I love her!

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Back to my story! R.L lives in Atlanta now and Carl lives in New Jersey; so, my pocket change and myself have been safe from being on a “tip” for many years :)… until recently when Carl texted to me: P.S. Remember that post you wrote about being scared of me? I have been thinking about his text, and sense a little bit of a threat. Of course, you need more context; but taking his text on its own merit leads me to feel something menacing. Unless, he was joking; which I do not think so.

UPDATE: Carl 100% did not have me on a “tip” when we were young or ever try to put me on #tip. My error! I apologize to Carl for misrepresenting the facts. Sorry, Carl.

My latest song is: Who am I in love with today? Yes, I wrote a new song about a fantasy lady which creative piece I have already performed in public. However, I cannot expose my love for her across the whole globe because she is very unattainable and unsingle… boo-hoo. I plan to say more about this fantasy gal later on here in my blog. In the meantime, for now, I will pick one of the public figures whom I am in love with. Y’all already know that I love Sarah Palin. Until I finish writing this article (later on), I will express my true love for Sarah now. I LOVE YOU, SARAH!

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Sarah looks very cute.

P.S. The other girl whom I spoke about above (and whom I personally know) is someone unattainable who lives away and bounces around in a different league anyway. We have flirted with each other in the past when she was single, but we most definitely cannot connect now. I wrote a “blues song” about her which I sing in small clubs; but I surely cannot go widespread with my feelings of love for her. This situation is totally something only the Good Lord can fathom in his ultimate wisdom. I do not think that on this earth there is any possibility for us. Zilch!

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Exercise

Sarah Palin Stole My Heart

Thoughts about Sarah Palin have me all “shook up” these days. In my opinion, she gets cuter every day. I see now how she came out third as Miss Alaska. She is beautiful! Plus, she outright won the Miss Wasilla beauty pageant.

UPDATE from July 3, 2016: I plan to write some words about my pastor’s fantastic message from today at church. Between tonight and tomorrow, I want to post about his excellent message because I want my readers to be touched by the words.

Now, getting back to my dream boat Sarah Palin, I must say that I am truly “all shook up” over how cute Sarah is. Just because we have different political views does not mean that romance cannot fill my noggin when I think about that beauty queen. My wives and myself did not agree on very much; however, are not those differences what make romances thrive around the whole world? I dream about kissing Sarah’s cute lips.

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Sarah looks very cute.

I would enjoy debating her politics in the middle of us smooching and hugging. It makes romance better when you debate your sweetie in the middle of making love.

Look at this fine-looking mama here below. I clicked to the tweet, and still do not understand the point that they are making with the tweet. I need to study it further. UPDATE: Oh, it seems like mama is taking a lunch break while filming a video. I will study the tweet even further in order to verify what they are tweeting about.

Orlando Police Dispatcher (OD): Emergency 911, this is being recorded.
Shooter (OM): In the name of God the Merciful, the beneficial [in Arabic]
OD: What?
OM: Praise be to God, and prayers as well as peace be upon the prophet of God [in Arabic]. I let you know, I’m in Orlando and I did the shootings.
OD: What’s your name?
OM: My name is I pledge of allegiance to Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi of the Islamic State.
OD: Ok, What’s your name?
OM: I pledge allegiance to Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi may God protect him [in Arabic], on behalf of the Islamic State.
OD: Alright, where are you at?
OM: In Orlando.
OD: Where in Orlando?
[End of call.]

I Luv Hillary Clinton

Geaux, Girl! You need to do it for the sake of history. I luv, wuv and love Hillary Clinton. She will make a great president. All of you chauvinist pigs (including that wildebeest Donald Trump) need to leave her the hell alone.

Oh, and By the Way, Bill Clinton will make an excellent 1st Lady.

This is what I was thinking early on Saturday evening; but I thought wrong. My horse did not do well, to put it mildly:

The evening news, not too long after I enjoyed the Belmont Stakes, bore such terrible news that there is now a pallor hanging over the country. Will the world ever see an end to the horrible wars and killings?

Where my horse ran. That dumb son of a gun ran 11th.:
Belmont Stakes Results 2016: Winner, Payouts and Order of Finish
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Belmont Stakes Results
Place Horse Jockey Trainer Earnings Win Place Show
1 Creator Irad Ortiz Jr. Steve Asmussen $800,000 $34.80 $14.60 $9.40
2 Destin Javier Castellano Todd Pletcher $280,000 $9.40 $6.20
3 Lani Yutaka Take Mikio Matsunaga $150,000 $6.60
4 Governor Malibu Joel Rosario Christophe Clement $100,000
5 Stradivari John Velazquez Todd Pletcher $60,000
6 Brody’s Cause Luis Saez Dale Romans $45,000
7 Cherry Wine Corey Lanerie Dale Romans $35,000
8 Gettysburg Paco Lopez Steve Asmussen $30,000
9 Suddenbreakingnews Mike Smith Donnie Von Hemel
10 Trojan Nation Aaron Gryder Paddy Gallagher
11 Exaggerator Kent Desormeaux Keith Desormeaux
12 Seeking the Soul Florent Geroux Dallas Stewart
13 Forever D’Oro Jose Ortiz Dallas Stewart

Escaped From My Bat Cave

I am mad! I am mad!! I AM MAD!!! Later on (which happened in the next paragraph), I will write here at my blog the reasons for my current state of ill-humor. I am scared of myself when I am ‪#‎mad‬. When I was growing up, my dad used to corral me close to him whenever I started acting up. He kept me on a short leash. Now-a-days, only one other person in New Orleans can ‪#‎scare‬ me into my corner. However, she ‪#‎loves‬ when I am out loose, “parading around” in the moonlight, until she sends me the ‪#‎bat‬ signal to shut up and scamper into my designated corner.

Later on!!!… A Revelation: My James Bond 007 martini has become my personal concoction of which I am discovering I do not know what I will turn into after drinking it. There have been many classic movies in Hollywood through the ages which depict the many dire and lethal circumstances which occur once the protagonist drinks some kind of volatile concoction of his own design. I now begin to think that similarly that is also “I.” I drove over to my daughter’s house yesterday evening to mix a few martinis for us and some guests while we sat and chatted. Then, by the time I got back home, I WAS MAD! MADDD!!!

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I wanna’ be on the beach with her.

UPDATE: I fell asleep for a minute. Now, I plan to watch a little bit of TV to relax. When I initially awoke I briefly studied some of my resources in order to dig for a possible nugget of wisdom. I ran across Psalm 103:11 which says, “For as high as the heaven is above the earth, so great is the Lord’s mercy unto them that fear Him.” I also ran across Chapter 4, Eckhart Tolle, The Power of NOW which says, “Die to the past every moment. You don’t need it. Only refer to it when it is absolutely relevant to the present. Feel the power of this moment and the fullness of Being (which is the Lord’s living power flowing into us right now). Feel your presence.

… or, if I were better-looking; or, if I spent some time in the gym buffing up my physique.