MEN'S ACTS RETREAT!

Tonight's raw intel feed...
[Revised at bottom Thursday, 10/26/'06 dpm]

Day of the Ly'in Hos, the University of Texas at El Paso Story

Copyright: 2005
First Refusal Rights: Simon and Schuster, New York, New York

Scene: St. Patrick's Cathedral, El Paso, Childen's School Cafeteria, right after the special combined Mens and Womens ACTS Retreat Community Mass, the last Saturday of April, 2006.

As we saw and heard last episode: Once more, Father Rick Mattey's designated Mens ACTS Retreat male ho-handlers have fallen asleep on the job, the second time in barely an hour: their number one alpha male on male sexual predator has chewed through his leash yet again, and is once more running amok!

DENNIS to HO (Striving to keep his voice down so as not to upset crowd of women and children nearby and all around, the HO is in his element, so cares less!) "You know, unwanted sexual or physical contact can lead to some real problems for you. Just ask any detective [Less than 3 feet away, Capt. Gilbert Piñón is doing a good job of ignoring it all, DENNIS hopes nearby women and children are as successful!], in fact I know one out at the UTEP campus Police Department who could..."

HO (Growing visibly excited as he interrupts.) "...I can do it with them, too!"

DENNIS to HO (Trying to wrap things up fast) "Just keep out of my face; just stay out of my face; just keep out of my face," or words to same or similar effect. He was to repeat this part within hours in an email.

The Mens ACTS Retreat Community's male MC has long since picked up on all this, even if he hasn't actually helped to coordinate it, as would be suggested later. He then announces with a broad grin that in a slight change from the usual protocal, he is going to ask the persons at each individual table to stand up and make a circle holding hands as they do so.

And Father Rick Mattey's Mens ACTS Retreat number one alpha-male sexual predator, known in Black inmate slang as a down-low ho, has to face the music and all but defecates in his pants. Big time!

After all, the HO forced his way to Dennis's side, and now he suddenly realizes that his skinny as* is about to go from being possesed by a host of what anthropolgists call penetrating possesion spirits to being more like being repossessed, like maybe even permanently!

For sure this is no time to once again grope, fondle, slobber and blow into some other guy's ear while making some coy suggestion like: "Aren't you going to move over and make room for me?"

Which, come to think of it, is a technique favored by HOS of either sex in pick-up bars on water fronts all over the known world. In fact, this is exactly what the HO had done hardly an hour earlier, trying to force and push Dennis into making room for him in a space barely three and a half to four feet wide, max. And in front of at least two eye-witnesses, Witness One, Gaby, Witness Two, Armando. Mass had barely started, and there were plenty of other seats available.

But! Father Rick's prized HO wouldn't let go, ntil after roughly ten minutes or so, Dennis turned in is seat and said to the HO: "Just keep your fu*ki*g hands off me!" Meanwhile Dennis kept full eye contact with Father Rick's Mens ACTS Retreat HO as he did so.

It was a good thing Dennis did, as the HO'S eyes opened wide in both shock and sheer rage.

HO to Dennis: "But we're in Church!" Dennis doesn't even have to answer as, seething with shock and a narcisstic rage rare to behold, the HO stormed off, little caring who had witnessed all this. Why should he have cared who witnessed all this? He was, after all, deep down, just a HO, maybe also one of Satan's Heralds, as he had been at the misnamed Holy Cross Retreat Center, but essentially still just a Mens ACTS Retreat Community HO. Period.

In fact, this same HO had tried to make a similar move on the embarrassed teenage son of St. Patrick's own security chief while we were all on retreat, much to the young man's obvious embarrasment!

No way would he have told his parents, nor could I blame him. They're both good, hardowrking people, just like the young man's abuelos.

Anyway, to get on with our story, Dennis thought it might be good for the HO to stare eternity in the face, as some aspiring wannabe Candomblé Womens ACTS Retreat lady (or priestess ?) vibrated her way into a long invocation to some spirit.

Unhappily Dennis couldn't help but doubt that it was in any manner shape or form The Holy Spirit, as her voice seemed to undergo curious ups and downs, compatible with the chanting invocations to the Afro-Latino cult divinities by native priestesses.

As we've been told: "A number of sex-changing, or ambisexual divinities (like Logunedé and Oxumaré) are said to inspire and legitimate the same-sex desires of their male worshipers. Birman also observes the cultural controversy over whether men start out homosexual, even if their natal relationship to a given divinity made them so, or are turned into homosexuals during the initiation process (Matory-2004.)"

[See also Matory's notes and comments on the Afro-Cuban religion called Regla de Ocha.]

Thus, with such predatory down-low hos openly running amok within Father Rick Mattey's Mens ACTS Retreat Community, of what use would it be to invoke the Holy Spirit ? No way! Even though she was most likely sincere, this particuar young woman could of had no more idea of what she was doing than the proverbial man in the moon!

HO [anxious to have the last word] "I'll pray for you."

Dennis: "Cool."

At last the charade was over and we all got to go home...

And at last the war was on.... una guerra de resistancia, una guerra sin cuartel...