“NOT A CLUE”
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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

I asked you for the time of day.
You said, “2:15,” and walked away.

“SELECTIVE OMISSION DOTH EVIL COMMISSION”
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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Truth is complicated.
Everyone is manipulating it to manipulate each other.
Selective Omission doth Evil Commission.

“FORCED ENTRY INTO THE NUBIAN PRETZEL WHIP
(Dedicated to the [persistence of] memory
of Salvador Dalí (1904-1989) with a fruit
cocktail over a roaring fire of destruction
in the wake of a subatomic age)”
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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Break the mold
I’m feeling old
Too predictable
I want to be
Not like I have been

I’d rather be
Feeling close to
Latent ideas swimming in a sea of mud
Uninhibited
Fuzzy little clothlike Weebles
Going for a spin in their family car
There they are!
Weeeeeeee!!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Break the mold
I’m feeling quite too silly
Back to normal
Paranormal
Philosophical
Theological
Let’s put God in a box again
And watch the box explode, leaving Him standing
Before our unbelieving eyes
Breaking all the ties to Nothing and
Nothing’s brother and sister
Nowhere and Never

But soon Everything
Their first cousin once removed
Breaks in and binds my heart with chains of wax

And uninhibited little fuzzy clothlike Weebles
Rescue my heart from Everything
My heart’s worst enemy’s best friend
It’s like wearing long underwear on a hot summer day
Or swimming naked in a sea of ice

I remember one of my high school friends
In the locker room
Wearing his Santa Claus underwear

I remember a high school play and
A fellow student actor
Playing a woman —
Wearing a wig —
And scratching his nonexistent breast

I remember a certain girl in college
Peaking through the closed venetian blind
From behind it —
Plastered between the window and the blind —
And proceeding to hang from the chandelier —
A girl surreally plastered from watching
“Pink Floyd: The Wall”

I remember myself
Leaping off the edge of imagination
Freeing the darkness within
Full of nonexistent excuses defending my behaviour.
And still (now and then) —
Long since having repented —
It’s hard to forget something I rarely remember
But when I do
It makes me think how much Nothing really means

Break the mold
I’m feeling much too introspective in an extroverted way
Back to normal
Paranormal
Philosophical
Theological
Let’s put God in a box again
And watch the box explode, leaving Him standing
Before our unbelieving eyes

“JESUS’ REPORT CARD”
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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Jesus Christ, Son of God, offered me HIS perfect report card.
I accepted it.
I gave him MY horrible report card.
He handed it to God the Father, who shredded it.
That is the only way love works.

Only Jesus’ report card can save you.
Stop holding onto your own.

Hidden Costs of Working: What I Learned After Retirement

Wish it were 2025 when I "am" living a quiet life, retired, not having to deal with school, homework, or work. 🤪🤣💖 Oh wait! It "is"! Yay!

I remember one day in grade 3, in the 1970s, standing by the coat rack and lamenting, "This is NEVER going to end!" But it did. Now it's hard to believe I got my Bachelor of Arts way back in 1995. Good riddance to school and the even worse homework.

Video is by someone else, not me. But I like it.

“I KNOW I AM EVIL. HERE’S WHY.” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen

I used to clean houses and offices for a living and did an immaculate job. Just don’t look at my apartment now. You see, I’m a “RETIRED” housekeeper. I know I am evil because if I had a time machine, I would kidnap my younger professional housekeeper self and make him my slave. Of course, that would backfire when he would rebel and kill his slave driver. A weird time travel murder-suicide.

“DON’T BE GREEDY WITH GOD’S GRACE” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen

“Don’t be greedy with God’s grace.” I was born in 1967. I could have spent my whole life asking God for the grace to deal with my 1995 right lung collapsing twice and the subsequent surgery, but he gave me the grace to deal with it WHEN I needed it, and NOT before. “Don’t be greedy with God’s grace.”

https://JTKdotCA.blogspot.com/2009/04/titanium-tadpole-medical-thriller-jtkca.html summarizes my “breathtaking” adventure.

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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen

Tad is a
Nude Model, Poet, and Photographer.

“Getting Ready (October 28, 2025) 🎃” by https://NudistPoet.com starring http://JTK.CA

“Getting Ready (October 28, 2025) 🎃” by https://NudistPoet.com starring http://JTK.CA

“My CN TOWER SuperZoom Photos of The Main Pod, TheTop, and The Lightning Rod (Tippy Top)” by NudistPoet.com starring JTK.CA

“SuperZoom Shot of cnTower.ca Main Pod” by NudistPoet.com starring JTK.CA

#MYcnTOWER

“SuperZoom Shot of The Top of cnTower.ca” by NudistPoet.com starring JTK.CA

#MYcnTOWER

“SuperZoom Shot of cnTower.ca Lightning Rod (Tippy Top)” by NudistPoet.com starring JTK.CA

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“SATURDAY EVENING, THE MOON MAKES MUSIC IN THE SKY (2025-10-04)” by JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen) a.k.a. NudistPoet.com

“SATURDAY EVENING, THE MOON MAKES MUSIC IN THE SKY (2025-10-04)” by JTK.CA
(Jonathan Tad Ketchen) a.k.a. NudistPoet.com

Charlie Kirk was shot in the THROAT because the murderer didn’t like what Charlie had to SAY. Yet Charlie spent his life teaching people how to SPEAK with confidence. The DEMON who killed Charlie only knew how to SHOOT with precision, a delusional arrogance. Pray for JUSTICE! — JTK.CA

Charlie Kirk was shot in the THROAT because the murderer didn’t like what Charlie had to SAY. Yet Charlie spent his life teaching people how to SPEAK with confidence. The DEMON who killed Charlie only knew how to SHOOT with precision, a delusional arrogance. Pray for JUSTICE! — JTK.CA

“Toronto’s TRUMP TOWER” by JTK.CA ::: The greenish-blue tower at the bottom centre is the St. Regis, which was originally Toronto’s TRUMP TOWER until that became too politically incorrect for libtards. Fuck them. It’s TRUMP TOWER to me!

“Toronto’s TRUMP TOWER” by JTK.CA

The greenish-blue tower at the bottom centre is the St. Regis, which was originally Toronto’s TRUMP TOWER until that became too politically incorrect for libtards. Fuck them. It’s TRUMP TOWER to me!

"COPY AND PASTE" by JTK.CA

As I'm copying and pasting my almost daily FB greeting of:

HIPPY BROTHDAY! 😁🎂💝
https://bitly.com/HappyBirthdayByWeirdAlYankovic

I am reminded of my dear, sweet mother, @Evelyn.Ketchen. I would always nag her, telling her I "had to" teach her how to copy and paste on her computer to save her from retyping things. She didn't care and never gave in.

Then, one fateful day, I got my first smartphone, and Mom laughed at me having a fit because I could not figure out, "How in the Hell do I copy and paste on a phone?" I only knew how to do it on a computer. I'm sure she enjoyed the sweet taste of revenge on me for all my pestering about how she "had to" learn to copy and paste.

 

Evelyn Ketchen (a.k.a. Mom): 1938-2017

 

JTK.CA keeps Wet Ones® in business with his OCD.

JTK.CA keeps Wet Ones® in business with his OCD.

I keep Wet Ones® in business. They’re how I wash my ✋✋. I've found Wet Ones® to be a great replacement for my bit.ly/SevereOCD repeated soap & water ✋ washings, which left the skin on my ✋✋ really raw. I probably ✋ wash more now with Wet Ones® than I did with soap & water, but the Wet Ones® don't hurt my ✋✋. A great solution for me! — JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen)

In the mid-to-late 1990s, when Dad and I cleaned houses together for a living, in Valparaiso, Indiana, Mom had the idea of Wet Ones for washing our hands when eating lunch between houses so we didn’t mess up the sinks we’d just cleaned. It was a great idea, and I’ve been handwashing with Wet Ones ever since.

“ONE MILLION PIXELS” by http://JTK.CA ::: It’s one thousand pixels by one thousand pixels. That’s a million. 🤪🤣💖

“ONE MILLION PIXELS” by http://JTK.CA ::: It’s one thousand pixels by one thousand pixels. That’s a million. 🤪🤣💖

2025-08-16 @ 02:41 (Third Quarter, Waning Gibbous 49.4%) by http://JTK.CA

2025-08-16 @ 02:41 (Third Quarter, Waning Gibbous 49.4%) by http://JTK.CA

I love it when God says NO to me, and then I later see that if he had said YES, it would have been a disaster. — http://JTK.CA

The phrase, “Just believe,” is the road to ruin. Believe. Then act! Mere belief is useless, and so are you if you believe in mere belief. — JTK.CA