Lodge Masonry Never Really Appealed to Me That Much
I never knew anything about Freemasonry until I was already a Master Freemason. It took me less time to actually become a Freemason than most people spend deriding Freemasonry. I thought Freemasonry was all about God but it is more a philanthropic social club than anything else. Therefore Lodge Masonry should be distinguished from Esoteric Freemasonry.
Blue Lodge Masonry is the required entry point for all of Freemasonry and it is very time consuming and political. Masons give huge amounts of money to charity. My charitable work is hands-on and generally anonymous and so ostentatious charitable functions and social rituals never appealed to me as much as spiritual communion. My interest is in the more spiritual aspects of esoteric Freemasonry.
Now that I have Lou Gehrig’s disease I have no more energy to work with the lost souls wandering the streets. You have to be tough to work at street level with the needy because they are often rude and greedy. I really don’t have that much energy or desire for my fellow man that much anymore because I am in love with God. That is why I have withdrawn my application for affiliation with Destiny Lodge here at the Home for Decrepit Freemasons. I am a member of one of the most progressive Lodges in California and here at the home is the first time in my life I have ever broken bread with any Donald Trump supporters. I tried to explain to them that real Freemasons do not discuss politics in public but their Trumpian alternative reality negates this and other basic tenets of Freemasonry.
At the recent community Update Meeting I was appalled by the conduct of my brother Freemasons, their petulant demands and extremely inappropriate contact with the California Department of Insurance. I even tried to explain to a few of the marginal characters that their complaints are not yet ripe for anything as extreme as contacting the DOI. These old geezers just want to complain. They will complain about anything.
Last night night at dinner I complimented brother D. by saying: “I have noticed that you never attend any community update meetings or round tables with the Director, you are smart.” “Yeah” he replied: “It’s like we live in a chocolate layered cake and they are complaining about the sprinklers.”
Heaven Is Where I Hang My Hat
In my opinion we are living in Heaven and eating chocolate cake. However in the spirit of brotherly love I think I will attempt to reason with Brother Bill P., the leader of the “Insurance Commissioner” faction. I need to say to him: “Bill, I used to be an insurance company paralegal and I can help you get what you want but you must agree to stop contacting the DOI. Bill and his rebellion are angry that the Home’s insurance claim for water damage is taking longer than the geezers want. It is time for these ninety year-old children to grow up and face reality.
Board of Trustees
We have Brother Jerry C. in residence and he is the proper conduit to take your complaints to the next level. I listen to Bill and his Trump supporter friends at breakfast and what they want is someone higher up to complain to. They want to share their manufactured outrage. That next higher complaint station is Gary, the Chairman of the Board of Trustees, not the DOI.