YES.
Good news for the free world, my friends.
I know some of you may be disappointed, and I feel for you. I know what it's like.
God in heaven, I know what it's like.
But let me let you in on a little secret:
When you wake up that blessed morning in January, come with me outside. I want to show you something.
See there? accross the street? Your neighbor Jim is NOT marrying a goat.
And quick! Behind that tree! There are no terrorists with vials of avian flu waiting to get you and your children.
In fact, the air is just a little bit sweeter, the sun is just a little bit brighter and people are going to be slightly more tolerant of one another.
Yes, yes, a bit more optimism and sunshine never hurt anyone.
Cheer up, my son. The skies are beginning to clear...
I know some of you may be disappointed, and I feel for you. I know what it's like.
God in heaven, I know what it's like.
But let me let you in on a little secret:
When you wake up that blessed morning in January, come with me outside. I want to show you something.
See there? accross the street? Your neighbor Jim is NOT marrying a goat.
And quick! Behind that tree! There are no terrorists with vials of avian flu waiting to get you and your children.
In fact, the air is just a little bit sweeter, the sun is just a little bit brighter and people are going to be slightly more tolerant of one another.
Yes, yes, a bit more optimism and sunshine never hurt anyone.
Cheer up, my son. The skies are beginning to clear...
posted by Martha Marin at
1:11 PM
4 Comments:
And its about time too!
Not much more I can add except, "Hell, yes!"
Dear Editrix;
I don't know where you live, but in fact my neighbor Jim IS marrying a goat, and although I'm normally quite tolerant and even encouraging of the most repulsive behavior, I fiind I have pretty strong negative feelings about the whole thing.
Even if you leave aside the whole issue of who saw her first (I did), he's already married, to a twelve pound calico cat. True, she's a bit plump, and she's not much of a mouser, but they have kittens, for crying out loud. What kind of life can he possibly offer to a goat? My goat?
Oh, my sweet Fatima...
Agh!! Where did you come from? Go here to see pictures of an old friend's daughter: http://dflaphamblog.blogspot.com/
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