Authors: Michael Savage
Talking to a Bum About God
I
don't know how many houses of worship I've tried in my life that I've walked out of. I walked out of them sometimes because I was bored, sometimes because I thought their politics were too far to the Left. I've walked out of many houses of worship. In fact, I never found one that I liked. And yet, I'm a man who believes in God. Why? Who am I
not
to believe in God? Who am I to say, “I don't believe in God”? What do you think I am: bigger than God? “Do you think I created myself?” a man once said to me. “Follow your logic in your own head,” a homeless man said to me.
I was once into, more so than now, talking to strangers. I was the wandering man who would talk to weird people, figuring they held the truth, or some truth. Now I hold my own truths. I don't need to talk to strangers to form my opinions. I can come up with my own, but when I was younger, I talked to a lot of odd people. One of them was an itinerant man. You'd call him a bum, but he wasn't really because he wasn't really dirty. He wasn't disheveled; he didn't look like a homeless man, but he was. He had a backpack and long white hair. He wasn't particularly clean and he wasn't particularly dirty, and he wasn't an alcoholic or a druggie. So, I talked to him about this and that.
His name was Morris (or Moses). So, I said to him, “Do you believe in God?” I remember to this dayâit was on Columbus Avenue in San Francisco. I looked at him and he had startling blue eyes. He looked at me and said, as though in astonishment, “Why? Who created you?” In that instant, I had a satori, like the Japanese talk about. I understood more completely than I ever had through any preacher or rabbi what it was all about.
Follow it back: “Do you believe in God?” I say to the itinerant man.
He says, stunned, “Why? Who created you?”
I got it in that flashâyou know, that flash of understanding; the satori?
Follow it back. So you're an atheist and you say, “Well, how do you know there's a God?” So what is there, nothing? So nothing created you? So you believe in nothing? Therefore, you believe in somethingâbut that's nothing. You believe in nothingness.
I believe in God. That's all. How can you believe in nothingness? How is it possible to believe in nothingness? How can something come from nothing? It's a violation of all the laws of physics! Something cannot come from nothing. It violates physical science, biological science, theological science. It violates all the laws of reason! It violates all the laws of nonreason. So, what I'm getting at is what I learned from that man.
So then I said, “Can I drop you off where you're going?” I drove him to a freeway overpass that no longer exists. The man got out and said good-bye. He disappeared, and I never saw him again. Who was he? A prophet? Was he a reincarnation of a religious figure? I don't know what he was. Maybe he was just a smart guy who was a bum. A lot of bums are smart, and a lot of corporate guys are not that smart. They play people for fools. They think that everybody is a fool because they control the money.
What they don't understand is that there are values beyond money. They've never learned that. Unfortunately, our government is exactly the same. It's MBA all the way, right up into the military hierarchy. They think that an MBA makes them a war hero or a sage, but many would take a pound of flesh or sell their country out for less than thirty pieces of silver. They would teach their children Chinese and move to Shanghai if they had a better offer!
No Assisted Living
S
ometimes I get e-mails that ask, “Is there something natural I could use because my wife and I are no longer doing the funny business together? I don't want to use that stuff that makes your vision turn blue with mild blindness.”
I told you one of the side affects of Viagra is temporary blindness in some men. I jokingly say that's part of the effect that's desired: That's why you can still do it with someone you've lived with for so many years. It makes you temporarily blind, and that's it. You put the blinders on instead of taking them offânot so funny.
The poor women, what they have to put up with! No wonder the men die first! After putting up with us for so long, they're supposed to get it all in the end. I don't know what they do with it, frankly; I don't know if they enjoy themselves. They seem to enjoy themselves, the older women, and here's why: (a) Their sex drives have left them, and they're not bothered with that, and (b) they could do without men. They find out that it was all a myth to begin with. They had the children already, the grandchildren. What do they need men for at a certain point? They've got some money; they can travel.
What do they do in the “old age” homes? I know I'm never going to wind up in assisted living or an old-age home. Never. I know I'm never going to be there! My mother wound up in assisted living. Towards her last years it was only about Italian or Chinese food for her. That's all that she would talk about.
I would say, “Mom, my latest book is a best seller for the fifteenth week on the
New York Times
Best Seller's list.”
She'd say, “That's nice. You know, I had Italian last night. It wasn't so good. It wasn't as good as in New York.” That's all! I'd get that repeatedly.
I have figured this out. No homes for me if I should live longâor longer. Tick, tock, tick, tock. I'm watching the sands of time fall into the hourglass. There's more sand down on the bottom now than there is on the top. You know what I'm saying? If you take the hourglass of your life when you're a certain age, there's more sand up above in that glass than there is down below. In my case, most of the sand has already gone down to the bottom glass. I'm starting to think about certain things I have ignored up until now.
People say to me, even today, “What do you want to do at the end?”
I say, “I'm never going to die.” They think I'm crazy. I won't make such plans. I will
not
make such plans. I'm never going to die. I'm never going to get sick! How do you like that? In other words, you say I'm foolish. All right. Call it what you want.
I knew kids when I lived in Hawaii, mainly Japanese-Americans, and at nineteen years old they knew whom they were going to marry. They knew where they were going to get married, how many children they were going to have. They knew where they were going to be buried. At nineteen they had it all worked out!
There are societies that do that to this day. I don't understand that kind of living. I can't do that! I'd rather live with the sensibilities of a man who's going to live a thousand years! I remember that character out of
Zorba the Greek
âdo you remember Kazantzakis's great character Zorba? I love that character. Of course, it was a distortion. It was played by Anthony Quinn. Do you remember this scene? He's leaning against a window and says to a woman, “Men like me ought to live for a thousand years.” What a great line that is! That's the way to go through life every day, by the way.
I don't like men who, at fifty, say, “Well, at my age,” or “I'm fifty and I think I've already got one foot in the grave.” Why think that way? Why start taking that attitude? You're just going to speed up your own aging and die young if you think that way! Even if, let's say, I should become enfeebled by accident or disease, I'm never going to go into assisted living. I want to stay in the house, and I want to have careâthat's all! I don't want to be around a hospital: The other people smell like piss and mothballs in those joints. There's no reason to be there. You get around-the-clock care if you can. I'll make sure that I put money away for that. But remember this little secret: “Never let an old person live in your body.”
Chapters 18â45 previously appeared in the
self-published volume
Psychological Nudity
(2008).
Thanks to Thomas Nelson Publishers for
permission to reprint the following stories:
From
The Enemy Within
by Michael
Savage (Nelson Current, 2003):
“Dead Man's Pants,” and
“Fat Pat & Tippy the Dog.”
From
Liberalism Is a Mental Disorder
by Michael Savage (Nelson Current, 2005):
“Sam the Butcher.”
Disclaimer: All articles retain the
original copyrights of their original owners.
For various family photographs, I would like to thank Sheila Weiner and Sam Furgang.
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