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2021-04-26

“I’M POOR BUT MY LIFE IS RICH.” by JTK.CA

I’M POOR BUT MY LIFE IS RICH.” by JTK.CA

Living month to month,
Below the line of poverty,
I still have all the modern amenities
Like an apartment, indoor plumbing,
Electricity,
A comfy bed that takes turns with
Internet and TV.

I’m poor but my life is rich.
Also, when you come to think of it,
Centuries ago,
Kings had less than most of today’s so-called poor.
Kings had to hire chamber musicians.
We have playlists on iTunes.

I’m content, living on Disability pensions for my bitly.com/SevereOCD,
Plus a monthly inheritance from my late parents.
I know love outlives death because
Mom & Dad are still feeding me.

Mom (fb.com/evelyn.ketchen) was a Home Health Aide (Personal Support Worker) for decades.
She did it till she was 77! She made retirement her birthday present to herself.
When my two brothers (Mike & S.J.) and I were younger, she was Secretary of
Cape Breton Right to Life.

Dad (twitter.com/RevDavidKetchen) was a Presbyterian pastor in churches
From Manitoba to Ontario to Nova Scotia to New York State to Indiana.
To steal a joke from a Missionary Kid friend of mine:
As the son of a pastor,
“When I get homesick I don’t know where to go.”

I’m the oldest of three boys.
As I said, Dad was a pastor,
But before I was born and before Dad was married,
He was an apprentice funeral director and embalmer.
I still remember my dad, David Ketchen,
Sitting at the kitchen table with my brother Mike
When, all of a sudden, Mike says,
“Dad, did you realize you were an embalmer and your initials are DK?”
If you don’t get it, say, “DK,” fast, and you’ll get it.

I also remember on Dad’s 49th birthday,
Mike gave Dad a birthday card.
On the front was a beautiful painting of a serene chapel surrounded by autumn leaves.
Dad opened the card, and inside it said,
“In Deepest Sympathy.”

My youngest brother S.J. is my favourite person in the world.
Before I came to that conclusion, I was a real jerk to him.
I would contradict everything he had to say,
Insisting he had to get it right, but I had it wrong.
I discovered that when I came home for Christmas
From my first semester on the mountaintop campus of
Covenant College, a Christian college on Lookout Mountain, Georgia, U.S.A.
It was right on the border of Tennessee and overlooked Chattanooga.
Literally and figuratively a mountaintop experience,
The Holy Spirit must have gotten a hold of me because
When I came home for Christmas
My whole attitude toward my little bro S.J. Ketchen had changed.
From then onward he has been and continues to be “my favourite person in the world.”

I was the official photographer for both of my brothers’ weddings.
You know what they say, “Always a photographer, never a groom.”
I’ve always wanted to marry a woman,
But I’ve gotten the, “Let’s just be friends,” line from them more times than I can count.
I think Mike is right in thinking I might have Asperger’s Syndrome.
My official diagnosis is Severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder,
But Asperger’s makes sense to me. I still have OCD, but also being an Aspie makes sense to me.
I get the feeling that may be why I’m so romantically inept, still a virgin at 53.
Well, a 99.9% virgin. In my early teens, I sexually experimented with another boy my age (both 14),
But I was too naive to even realize what I was actually doing.
It was the early 1980s and he said to me,
“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m gay.”
Internally, I was shocked! I didn’t know what “gay” meant, even though it was what I was doing.
I just knew that “gay” was something you weren’t supposed to be.
See what I mean by, I was naive?
I didn’t even learn what the word “fuck” meant until I was in grade 9.
I’d hear the word in elementary school and just knew it was a really bad word but had no idea why.

Also, to my friend who was being gay with me, in retrospect,
When he confessed to me he was gay,
I should have responded,
“No, you’re not gay. You’re just 14 and confused like me.
We’re in our early teens, our hormones are raging, and we’re just trying to figure it all out.”
And today, he’s heterosexually married with kids.
Yet today, I’m still confused. I’m a single, celibate 53-year-old nude model online exhibitionist.

Name: Tad ::: Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh!
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812

2021-04-24

Biblical Justice vs. Social Justice | Voddie Baucham

“BUNNY MOTION” by JTK.CA

“BUNNY MOTION” by JTK.CA

This bunny used to hang around the grounds of my apartment building.

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2021-04-21

I hate shaving. That’s why I have a beard. But even with that, I still need to occasionally shave my neckbeard and I’m wondering how much permanent neckbeard removal costs. Yes, I’m really that lazy. Actually, more accurately, I’m really that overwhelmed by OCD. I avoid as many activities of daily living as possible because they overwhelm me. bitly.com/SevereOCD = all my blog posts on my life on Disability pensions for my OCD. Enjoy my neurosis. 🤪


2021-04-18

I left Ontario’s provincewide COVID House Arrest to buy toilet paper at Walmart. As I left the store, I said to my favourite Walmart greeter, “Have you noticed that all of Walmart’s clothing departments are closed and roped off? We should all come to Walmart naked in protest.” My favourite greeter laughed, and he said, “Great idea, Tad! You should start it!” I responded, “Nope. I prefer staying out of prison.” As I walked back to the bus stop to head home, to house arrest, wearing my government-mandated face diaper/muzzle, the irony was not lost on me.

2021-04-02

“PAPA Planet JUPITER surrounded by 5 Moon BABIES (GALILEO only discovered 4!). I beat Galileo!” by JTK.CA


“PAPA Planet JUPITER surrounded by 5 Moon BABIES (GALILEO only discovered 4!). I beat Galileo!” by JTK.CA


See ALL my JUPITER photography here: bitly.com/JupiterPhotosByJTKdotCA

2021-03-29

“The 2020s” by JTK.CA

“The 2020s” by JTK.CA

Wear a diaper on your face
To walk down your own hall,
Do your laundry,
Check your mail,
Take out your garbage.
“Oh for crying in a pail!” . . .
Sanitized, of course.

Order everything online
On your personal tracking device
From the comfort of your home confinement.
No need to go to the mall.
That’s a thing of the past,
Like horses and buggies —
This ain’t the 1920s.

Video conference with Grandma
Unless we already killed her.
Don’t complain;
Remember your social credit score.
Food is expensive.
Your bank is in your pocket,
But we’re the New World Order.
We track your pocket
And we can empty it for the slightest offence.
Behave.
It’s for your own safety.

2021-03-28

“The Rebellious Rable-rouser” by JTK.CA

The Rebellious Rable-rouser

My inspiration for this comes from an interesting conglomeration — Alan Keyes, C.S. Lewis, and what turned out to be a very beneficial spiritual and theological symposium at a meeting with some fellow nudist friends in my living room.

Tad (JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudeCreations.com)
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN


Words jumble to form thoughts.
Phrases dance between the debris
Of lost time and changed plans.

The focal point of history —
A babe in a manger,
Born to die
So he could rise . . .
Not to bring us a new religion,
But to bring us new life,
Reuniting us with God;
Hear the angels applaud.

Watch the ruckus
As the rebellious rabble-rouser
Overturns the money-changers’ tables,
Overturning our dependence on ourselves,
Our resources,
Our ingenuity —
When our Creator stands before us,
Longing for an embrace, but receiving a cross.

He claims to be the way, the truth, the life,
And the only way to the Father;
This rebellious rabble-rouser
Is the only one.
You must either say,
“He’s the Son of God,”
or
“He’s a fraud.”

Lauding him with honours
As a great philosopher
Who sought the truth
Just won’t do,
When he came to show us
He “is” the truth.
Our seeking ends in finding him.

So simple that children can understand,
While the most brilliant academics
Get lost in the calculations between faith and reason.

Jesus Christ is not a formula,
Not an apparition,
And not a tradition.
He’s the Son of God
Who became Son of Man —
From Creator to becoming his own creation —
To bridge the gaps between
Faith and reason,
Man and God,
Hell and Heaven.

God’s only fury is for
A salvation scorned.

Come to Christ;
It’s why he came.

2021-03-27

“Sir Sleeps-A-Lot”: Selfie by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪


“Sir Sleeps-A-Lot”: Selfie by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪

I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪


I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪

2021-03-22

“AS CLOSE AS I COULD GET” by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: 2021-03-22 @ 00:32 EDT (UTC-4)


“AS CLOSE AS I COULD GET” by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: 2021-03-22 @ 00:32 EDT (UTC-4)

2021-03-21

“BALANCE” by JTK.CA ::: As Master Yoda Vader, I bring balance to the Force . . . . You’re welcome.


“BALANCE” by JTK.CA ::: As Master Yoda Vader, I bring balance to the Force . . . . You’re welcome.

#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan ::: Fuck this tyranny! Even my apartment building instituted a new rule on the ides of March (March 15, unironically). We must now wear a mask in our own apartment building whenever in the common areas. So I now have to wear a mask to go downstairs and get my mail and have to wear a mask in the steamy hot laundry room. Fuck this tyranny! ::: #ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan


#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan

Fuck this tyranny! Even my apartment building instituted a new rule on the ides of March (March 15, unironically). We must now wear a mask in our own apartment building whenever in the common areas. So I now have to wear a mask to go downstairs and get my mail and have to wear a mask in the steamy hot laundry room. Fuck this tyranny!

#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan

2021-03-20

A sculpture of praying hands that I photographed in my teens or twenties (in the 1980s). The glowing effect surrounding the hands was achieved by breathing on the camera’s lens. Light came from above the hands. ::: Pentax Super Program (SLR) ::: 50 mm lens ::: Skylight Filter ::: 1/60 second @ f/3.5 — © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA)


A sculpture of praying hands that I photographed in my teens or twenties (in the 1980s). The glowing effect surrounding the hands was achieved by breathing on the camera’s lens. Light came from above the hands. ::: Pentax Super Program (SLR) ::: 50 mm lens ::: Skylight Filter ::: 1/60 second @ f/3.5 — © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)