June Project starting line, and some Scatterspeak
6/01/09 - 2nd Day - After Breakfast. My plan right now is to post the first section (the introduction) to the book on Thursday. It actually could happen tomorrow (Tues.) but I don't think it will, then Wednesday is our "first Wednesday word day" here in the community, so I won't be able to do any writing on that day. So, we'll look towards Thursday as the launch day for the June Blog book project.
GM filed for bankruptcy this morning in a plan hatched by Obama and his administration that will give the Government majority ownership of the failed automaker. It should be a nifty and successful partnership, because - as we all know - the government manages things so well. Maybe GM now will run as smoothly and efficiently as the IRS and the DMV? Anyway, for some of my more astute readers, this situation might bring to mind a quote from the classic 1954 Hitchcock film "Rear Window", where Stella, James Stewart's nurse, tells him that she predicted the 1929 stock market crash after she was nursing a GM exec who was having to urinate a lot because of the stress:
Ironical quote of the day. Apparently, some guy shot an abortion doctor in his "church", and while we detest violence, we generally are not shocked, surprised, or even saddened when chickens come home to roost. Anyway, the wife of the slain baby-murderer offered this quote which I have awarded the Ironical Quote of the Day award:
"The slaying of the 67-year-old doctor is "an unspeakable tragedy," his widow, four children and 10 grandchildren said in statement. "This is particularly heart-wrenching because George was shot down in his house of worship, a place of peace."
His "place of peace" kind of like his "womb of serenity" where he had a reasonable expectation not to be harmed or killed?
Oliver North said in his 1987 trial that if the Sandinistas in Nicaragua were not stopped, there would eventually have to be a "Berlin-like" wall on our borders where people would be harrassed for their papers when trying to enter or leave the country - and nobody, especially not Oliver North, would have accepted that in 1987. Well, the Sandinistas were voted out of office in 1990, and Oliver North and his neo-fascist buddies are now applauding the erection of border fences... and as of now you can't go into or out of Mexico or Canada without being harrassed for your papers at the border. Why am I cursed with such a good memory? and does anyone else remember this stuff?
File this one under DUH! World Bank President Robert Zoellick warned policy makers that fiscal-stimulus plans are insufficient to turn around the “real economy” and rising joblessness threatens to set off political unrest across the globe. The good news is that as the country slips into economic collapse, political unrest, and massive hyper-inflation, at least you won't be able to leave the country without a microchip in your drivers license. When the cities begin to burn and the suburbs turn into lawless ghost towns with grass growing in the streets, you can rest easy in the knowledge that armed Mexican bandits won't want to scale a wall to get into this hell hole of freakish deception.
I was accosted at the grocery store again, but this time it wasn't anywhere near as jerkish and belligerent as the last time it happened to me when I was assaulted at the Wal-Mart. This time it was by a 85 year old man named "Tut" who was walking around the Kroger asking people where they went to "church" and if they were saved. At first I overheard him talking to a Kroger clerk. The conversation went something like this:
Tut: Hello young man, what is your name?
Clerk: Mark
Tut: Where do you go to "church" Mark?
Clerk: Plastic Jesus UPC (I didn't catch the real first name, just that it was a UPC "church")
Tut: UPC? What's that?
Clerk: United Pentacostal Church
Tut: Oh (worried look comes over his face). Does that mean you guys are those "oneness" people?
Clerk: What?
Tut: You people don't believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost?
Clerk: No
Tut: No Father, Son, and Holy Ghost?
Clerk: No
Tut: Really?
Clerk: Really
Tut: (Very concerned now, scratching his chin) Well, I suppose if you are saved, it doesn't matter. Are you saved?
Clerk: Yes sir
Tut: Good, ok, you have a good day.
Ok, so Tut walked off and I saw him approach a few more people but could not hear the exchange. Later, he walked up to Danielle and me:
Tut: Hey feller, what is your name?
Me: Michael
Tut: Michael, my name is TUT... T... U... T...
Me: Well, that ought to be easy to remember.
Tut: How long you been growing that beard?
Me: I don't know, 4 or 5 years.
Tut: Well, I guess you save on razors, but your wife could grab it and drag you around by it.
Me: That's why I married a short one.
Tut: (laughs). So where do you go to "church".
Me: Well, we fellowship with our community of brethren up north of Santa Anna (you say Santy Anna, or else they know you aren't really from there).
Tut: Fellowship? So.... (scratches his chin) what do you.... do there?
Me: When we are gathered together? Oh, the normal things. We sing psalms and have sermons, etc.
Tut: Oh (big smile), I suppose it don't matter if your affiliated with denomination so long as your saved, right?
Me: I suppose.
Tut: Well, IF you are saved, I'll see you in glory.
Me: Alright.
My conclusion is that religious people are far less arrogant and abusive at Kroger than at Wal-Mart.
I hope you all have a very nice day.
Your servant in Christ Jesus,
Michael Bunker
GM filed for bankruptcy this morning in a plan hatched by Obama and his administration that will give the Government majority ownership of the failed automaker. It should be a nifty and successful partnership, because - as we all know - the government manages things so well. Maybe GM now will run as smoothly and efficiently as the IRS and the DMV? Anyway, for some of my more astute readers, this situation might bring to mind a quote from the classic 1954 Hitchcock film "Rear Window", where Stella, James Stewart's nurse, tells him that she predicted the 1929 stock market crash after she was nursing a GM exec who was having to urinate a lot because of the stress:
Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that.Well, GM doesn't just have to go to the bathroom ten times a day this time. GM has a catheter and is on life-support. The good news is that the newer, smaller, more efficient General Motors is determined to continue to build better cars that no one wants and for which there will be no affordable oil or parts.
Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella?
Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's General Motors got to be nervous about?" Overproduction, I says; collapse. When General Motors has to go to the bathroom ten times a day, the whole country's ready to let go.
Ironical quote of the day. Apparently, some guy shot an abortion doctor in his "church", and while we detest violence, we generally are not shocked, surprised, or even saddened when chickens come home to roost. Anyway, the wife of the slain baby-murderer offered this quote which I have awarded the Ironical Quote of the Day award:
"The slaying of the 67-year-old doctor is "an unspeakable tragedy," his widow, four children and 10 grandchildren said in statement. "This is particularly heart-wrenching because George was shot down in his house of worship, a place of peace."
His "place of peace" kind of like his "womb of serenity" where he had a reasonable expectation not to be harmed or killed?
Oliver North said in his 1987 trial that if the Sandinistas in Nicaragua were not stopped, there would eventually have to be a "Berlin-like" wall on our borders where people would be harrassed for their papers when trying to enter or leave the country - and nobody, especially not Oliver North, would have accepted that in 1987. Well, the Sandinistas were voted out of office in 1990, and Oliver North and his neo-fascist buddies are now applauding the erection of border fences... and as of now you can't go into or out of Mexico or Canada without being harrassed for your papers at the border. Why am I cursed with such a good memory? and does anyone else remember this stuff?
File this one under DUH! World Bank President Robert Zoellick warned policy makers that fiscal-stimulus plans are insufficient to turn around the “real economy” and rising joblessness threatens to set off political unrest across the globe. The good news is that as the country slips into economic collapse, political unrest, and massive hyper-inflation, at least you won't be able to leave the country without a microchip in your drivers license. When the cities begin to burn and the suburbs turn into lawless ghost towns with grass growing in the streets, you can rest easy in the knowledge that armed Mexican bandits won't want to scale a wall to get into this hell hole of freakish deception.
I was accosted at the grocery store again, but this time it wasn't anywhere near as jerkish and belligerent as the last time it happened to me when I was assaulted at the Wal-Mart. This time it was by a 85 year old man named "Tut" who was walking around the Kroger asking people where they went to "church" and if they were saved. At first I overheard him talking to a Kroger clerk. The conversation went something like this:
Tut: Hello young man, what is your name?
Clerk: Mark
Tut: Where do you go to "church" Mark?
Clerk: Plastic Jesus UPC (I didn't catch the real first name, just that it was a UPC "church")
Tut: UPC? What's that?
Clerk: United Pentacostal Church
Tut: Oh (worried look comes over his face). Does that mean you guys are those "oneness" people?
Clerk: What?
Tut: You people don't believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost?
Clerk: No
Tut: No Father, Son, and Holy Ghost?
Clerk: No
Tut: Really?
Clerk: Really
Tut: (Very concerned now, scratching his chin) Well, I suppose if you are saved, it doesn't matter. Are you saved?
Clerk: Yes sir
Tut: Good, ok, you have a good day.
Ok, so Tut walked off and I saw him approach a few more people but could not hear the exchange. Later, he walked up to Danielle and me:
Tut: Hey feller, what is your name?
Me: Michael
Tut: Michael, my name is TUT... T... U... T...
Me: Well, that ought to be easy to remember.
Tut: How long you been growing that beard?
Me: I don't know, 4 or 5 years.
Tut: Well, I guess you save on razors, but your wife could grab it and drag you around by it.
Me: That's why I married a short one.
Tut: (laughs). So where do you go to "church".
Me: Well, we fellowship with our community of brethren up north of Santa Anna (you say Santy Anna, or else they know you aren't really from there).
Tut: Fellowship? So.... (scratches his chin) what do you.... do there?
Me: When we are gathered together? Oh, the normal things. We sing psalms and have sermons, etc.
Tut: Oh (big smile), I suppose it don't matter if your affiliated with denomination so long as your saved, right?
Me: I suppose.
Tut: Well, IF you are saved, I'll see you in glory.
Me: Alright.
My conclusion is that religious people are far less arrogant and abusive at Kroger than at Wal-Mart.
I hope you all have a very nice day.
Your servant in Christ Jesus,
Michael Bunker
posted by Michael Bunker at 6/01/2009 07:21:00 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Michael,
try the "Shoppin Basket" there in Coleman, maybe you could get out of there unscathed! :-)
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