No-Love Thursday, a day of promise:
Thought for the Day:
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Norman Mailer US journalist & novelist (1923 - )
The Day Ahead:
Dear reader, I know that this might come a shock to you, but there are ever present forces at work to keep me from writing the truth, call it a vast right-wing conspiracy or One World Government, what ever the name the effect is still the same. Worry, not dear friends, I shall struggle on, did Trotsky give up when he was handing out tracks in Czarist Russia? I shall fight on.
Today however, is about the last day to prep for two site visits, send out two grants, plus court today and tomorrow, and I have also agreed to help with a very large fund raiser here at the orphanage. I raise every year quite a princely sum, all for the children, due in large part because I am a thinker, the fund raising consists largely of selling tickets for a chance to win one of many fine gifts. So, I being the previously mentioned thinker, employ local drug dealers to sell said tickets for me, while you might not agree with drug dealers selling tickets to help a charity, I look at it as an opportunity to applaud the American entrepreneurial sprit at its most true form, to do anything less would be un-patriotic.
Tonight, my attendance at No-Love-Thursday, will be brief, consisting of fulfilling my role as Chaplin of this fine organization of great minds, (think the illuminati of the bar crowd). I am filling in for Pastor Bob, who is still sailing around the Cape of Detroit with his family in the 1/3 scale replica of Kon Tiki, I know like you, we all eagerly await his return. In the brief moments of free time today, I will be busy shaking down my Peeps (aka: Perps) in an effort to raise money for clean drinking water for the children here at the orphanage (most of the children come from primitive Ohio tribes along the boarder, Thank-God for the brave missionaries, who work with these “tribes”, I have said it before and I will say it again, there is something very special about giving a Buckeye child their first pair of shoes, let alone teaching them English).
Your Spanking of the Day Goes to:
...Drum Roll...
Donald is this week’s winner! If ever a boy ever needed a spanking it would be lil’ Donny. I mean it’s not enough that he breaks things and blames others, has been know to lie, wets the bed, and pushes the poor retarded kid down the block around, you must also take into account the friends he keeps.
So, after carful consideration, Donny Rumsfeld, is your “Spanking of the Week”. To be admistered by these troops who still don’t have body armor or armored vehicles, hows that for turning the corner. (I guess I am old enough to remember Westmoreland saying we were winning).
Your Bill for the Day:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Quote of the day:
Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness.
George MacDonald Scottish novelist & poet (1824 - 1905)
Kayaking down the St. Lawrence Sea Way, I remain:
JQP esq.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Norman Mailer US journalist & novelist (1923 - )
The Day Ahead:
Dear reader, I know that this might come a shock to you, but there are ever present forces at work to keep me from writing the truth, call it a vast right-wing conspiracy or One World Government, what ever the name the effect is still the same. Worry, not dear friends, I shall struggle on, did Trotsky give up when he was handing out tracks in Czarist Russia? I shall fight on.
Today however, is about the last day to prep for two site visits, send out two grants, plus court today and tomorrow, and I have also agreed to help with a very large fund raiser here at the orphanage. I raise every year quite a princely sum, all for the children, due in large part because I am a thinker, the fund raising consists largely of selling tickets for a chance to win one of many fine gifts. So, I being the previously mentioned thinker, employ local drug dealers to sell said tickets for me, while you might not agree with drug dealers selling tickets to help a charity, I look at it as an opportunity to applaud the American entrepreneurial sprit at its most true form, to do anything less would be un-patriotic.
Tonight, my attendance at No-Love-Thursday, will be brief, consisting of fulfilling my role as Chaplin of this fine organization of great minds, (think the illuminati of the bar crowd). I am filling in for Pastor Bob, who is still sailing around the Cape of Detroit with his family in the 1/3 scale replica of Kon Tiki, I know like you, we all eagerly await his return. In the brief moments of free time today, I will be busy shaking down my Peeps (aka: Perps) in an effort to raise money for clean drinking water for the children here at the orphanage (most of the children come from primitive Ohio tribes along the boarder, Thank-God for the brave missionaries, who work with these “tribes”, I have said it before and I will say it again, there is something very special about giving a Buckeye child their first pair of shoes, let alone teaching them English).
Your Spanking of the Day Goes to:
...Drum Roll...
Donald is this week’s winner! If ever a boy ever needed a spanking it would be lil’ Donny. I mean it’s not enough that he breaks things and blames others, has been know to lie, wets the bed, and pushes the poor retarded kid down the block around, you must also take into account the friends he keeps.
So, after carful consideration, Donny Rumsfeld, is your “Spanking of the Week”. To be admistered by these troops who still don’t have body armor or armored vehicles, hows that for turning the corner. (I guess I am old enough to remember Westmoreland saying we were winning).
Your Bill for the Day:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Quote of the day:
Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness.
George MacDonald Scottish novelist & poet (1824 - 1905)
Kayaking down the St. Lawrence Sea Way, I remain:
JQP esq.
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 2:20 AM
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