Isn't that just like Mike...putting the Lit back in Lit-Ideas. Thanks for the smile this morning... Ursula Mike Geary wrote:
I think I've thought this thought before. Yes. I'm pretty sure I have. I remember it as clearly as if it were a dream. God comes riding into town on a steed as white as cream, He demands to know where the hombre is who owns an OED. No one hesitates to tell him: "In that there bar over yonder. Drinking tea, no doubt." God shakes his head, dismounts, Tells his horse to go tie himself To the hitching post and wait. The horse obeys. Slick trick.The double swinging doors of the barSwing open. God enters. No one looks up. One would have expected maybe a blaze of light, Or a rumble of thunder at least, Anything to enhance an entrance. But who's foolish enough to criticize God? He works in mysterious ways. Best let it go. God goes to the bar. He looks intently at the barkeep, "A whiskey sour," God says.The bartender smiles, nods, but short pours. God takes a sip, spits it out, draws his gun and shoots the barkeep.All the patrons applaud. God turns his gun on the crowd: "Where's JL?" he demands. "Down in the basement," they answer in unison. "Down there where the powers that be keep the pariahs and those of too many posts, as well as he who won't take seriouslyour drunken reveries." "Bring him forth," God commanded.But no one moved or said a word.O lang, lang may the maidens sitwith their gold combs in their hair all waiting for their own JL For him they'll see nae mair.Sometimes even Godcan't make things happen.FREE JL. FREE JL. FREE JL It's a chant, don't you get it? Join in: FREE JL! Mike GearyMemphis
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