why is it always jesus?

duders,
what's up with all the jesusness?
on the real, my ninjas.
i'm just not one of the chosen.
sure,
i like to stockpile some stuff,
i like to be prepared,
i keep a G.O.O.D. bag by the bedside,
in a lot of ways, i'm ON it, y'all.
but why does jesus have to piggyback on my backpack?
just sayin'-
survivalist literature goes very heavy on the
lords and saviors and their god-fearing behaviors.
what's up with that noise?
it can't be emergency preparedness without divine providence?
us worthy warrior poets, y'all,
we just want to live a good, just, and true life,
all the way from start to finish,
without any churchy-type styles to nourish our everlasting souls
or whatever big action afterlife amenity is on the menu....
for serious,
is the moth ideal in effect or is it not?
shouldn't there be the thought, at the very least,
of doing good without eternal rewards or merits,
but just because it's good?
i mean,
is it possible to be a upright, self-sustaining
rapture-repudiating religion-free survivor?
a generous general,
a fearsome, faithful Folk Life & Liberty Fusilier,
a righteous representative of woodsly goodness?;
compassionate, considerate, confident, and careful?;
capable of curling up with a good book
that isn't THE Good Book?
c'mon.
i sure hope so.
neighbors,
right is right,
with or without right-wings,
angel-wings,
wind beneath our wings,
or whatever.
that's that golden rule:
just be dope,
the kind of keep it really realness that dictates right action.
the sort of infinite inner nature and adherence to basic
human decency in the face of any and all adversity
that separates the suck-salad sh!tbags
from the outstanding upstanding understanders, yeah?
heck yeah.
hard times define us more than good ones.
fact.
who you are now may not be who you become.
which is why we ascribe to the Folk Life code:
gratitude for what we have,
generosity towards those who have not,
respect for our peers,
compassion for our lessers,.
and the standing order to just be dope.
yuuuuup.
dopeness is non-negotiable.
whiny, whinging, mealy, nancypants, babyish business
has no business trying to transact with us.
just do what you do,
as long as it's dope.
real talk.
*
24 hours until minneapolis gets schooled
in the just be dopeness of mount washington's
white mountain presidential range.
word up.
of course we'll have our work cut out for us,
it'll be a rainy, disgusting mess of a day.
so there's that.
but vegans love hanging out with other vegans,
even when they just want to be more vegan than you are.
we'll let it slide.
...this time.
woodsly goodsly hospitality.
we got that;
never quiet, never soft.....