Friday Fun

 

Dear Mick. Boy, have I had a tough time of it the last six months or so and it has been so bad I hardly know where to begin and so I will begin with my friend, Cletus Earl Fleagle.

Yeah, he is a Cracker but he is good people and he made a great point this summer about hurricanes, he  pronounces it Harry-Cains like a real Cracker.

Anyways, we were having a dozen or so  Boilermakers together down at Bubba's BBQ, Bait, and Bullets Bar when out of the blue he got all pissed off and threw a catfish at the giant TV screen when the weather woman, (you know, the one with the nice rack?) kept changing the word for Harry-Cains to cyclones.


"Man, don't you get it?, he challenged me, "the reason ol' knockers there is changing the word from Harry-Cains to cyclone is because we have had so few Harry-Cains recently that we don't even flinch anymore when they talk about Harry-Cains and so ol' knockers  changed the word to cyclone just so she could try and scare the crap out of me. It's the
damn gubmint I tell ya"


You know, Mick, I think he may be right. O, sure, I know ol' Cletus has a partial plate in his  head (Oncet, His wife brained him with a pewter souvenir plate from that Gator rasslin' joint out on Route 217 when he was drunk and going on and on about Fluoride in the water and our pure essences and what not ) and the Veterinarian said he couldn't remove the entirety of the plate because of something or other, I forget, so some of the plate is still in his head) and that is why you always  see him with a hat on, even when he showers for Lord's sake, but that don't mean he ain’t good people or is wrong abut the gubmint.

O, and one last thing, Mick, in Edgartown, Massachusetts at my Saint Ted Kennedy of the Miracle of the Neck Brace Catholic Church  (you know, the gathering space that has the stained glass window of Kopechne in her Car Coffin, who sacrificed  herself so Ted could continue to be The Lion of The Senate?) there are so damn many ministries there that a snake handler could become confused to the point where he gets bitten.

That ain't right, is it?

Signed Flummoxed in Fussel Corner, Florida

Dear Flummoxed in Fussel Corner, Florida. You make a lot of good points and some day, when he is in the area, Mick would love to join you and Cletus for a few Boilermakers at Bubba's BBQ, Bait and Bullets Bar.

That might turn out to be a blast.

In any event, you are decidedly correct about the gubmint ordering a change by substituting the word cyclone for Harry-Cain and the reason for the change is as you noted- the gubmint is determined to control us and they do that by fear.

O, Lordy, we got us a damn cyclone hurtling right towards us, woman; 'member when we just had Harry-Cains to deal with?

Now, as far as the proliferation of "ministries" within the One Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church, that is a modern novelty and all novelties savor of heresy.

So, keep your eyes and ears open as these mile-taking ministries are one way to erode our will, set as it is, against accepting any and all forms of protestantising and judaising.

Here is one example of what you are talking about:

This recapitulation of the inch-given (Communion distributed by other than the ordained) is collected at this link:


https://www.olqa.cc/pub/ministries.cfm

and, for those of us like Mick ,who is the same age as Israel, all of this progressive legislation is to be lamented as it describes a process of weakened wills amongst the Hierarchy and a puissant progressivism that refuses to take "no" for an answer.

Thus, once the Extraordinary is conceded to revolutionaries, they render it ordinary; it is what they do.

So, having won the inch-given, the mile-takers in the Palm Beach County Franchise of Dioceses Inc, America have concretised and regularised their revolutionary triumph.

Any local Church could have service committees but Ministries is, they think, Mo'Betta because everyone is a priest/minister now.

It's only gonna get worse.