Week Eight of Ordinary Time

 


Welcome to the Eighth week of Ordinary Time. 

Please open your Hymnal to page 3 and join in our processional  “O Lord Please Don’t Burn Us” Verse 1

O LORD, please don’t burn us,   Don’t grill or toast your flock,

Don’t put us on the barbecue,  Or simmer us in stock,

Don’t braise or bake or boil us,  Or stir fry us in a wok. 



Thank you for that soothing recital it was good for my nerves after this week.  Now please open The Holy Text volume 1 to episode 7 page 85 where the prophets say …


American Voice

(very resonant) The Universe consists of a billion, billion galaxies... 77,000,000,000 miles across, and every galaxy is made up of a billion, zillion stars and around these stars circle a billion planets, and of all of these planets the greenest and the pleasantest is the planet Earth, in the system of Sol, in the Galaxy known as the Milky Way ... And it was to this world that creatures of an alien planet came ... to conquer and destroy the very heart of civilization...

Mix into close-up of railway station sign: 'New Pudsey'. Pull out to mid-shot of a couple walking towards camera. They are middle-aged. He (Graham) wears a cricket blazer and grey flannels and a carrier bag. She (Eric) wears a fussy print dress.

American Voice

(gently) It was a day like any other and Mr and Mrs Samuel Brainsample were a perfectly ordinary couple, leading perfectly ordinary lives - the sort of people to whom nothing extraordinary ever happened, and not the kind of people to be the centre of one of the most astounding incidents in the history of mankind ... So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man ... (camera pans off them; they both look disappointed; camera picks up instead a smart little business man, in bowler, briefcase and pinstripes) ... Harold Potter, gardener, and tax official, first victim of Creatures from another Planet.

Weird electronic music. Sinister atmosphere. Follow him out of station. Cut-away to flying saucer, over day skyline. Back to Potter as he walks up suburban road. Back to flying saucer. It bleeps as if it has seen its prey and changes direction. Cut back to Potter just about to open his front gate. Shot from over the other side of the road. Cut to flying saucer sending down ray. Potter freezes . . . shivers and turns into a Scotsman with kilt, and red beard. His hand jerks out in front of him and he spins round and scuttles up road in fast motion, to the accompaniment of bagpipe music. Cut to close-up of newspaper with banner headline: 'Man turns into a Scotsman'.

Newsvendor's Voice

Read all abaht it! Read all abaht it! Man turns into Scotsman!

Open your hymnal to page 15 and join us in singing “Yangtse Song”  Verse 1

We love the Yangtse,  Yangtse Kiang
Flowing from Yushu,  Down to Ching Kiang

Passing though Chung King,  Wuhan and Hoo Kow
3000 miles,,  But it gets there somehow
Oh! Szechuan's the province,  And Shanghai is the port
And Yangtse is the river,  That we all support


Now please open The Holy Text volume 2 to episode 34 page 157 where the prophets say …

Pither

Excuse me. Is this the British Consulate?

Chinaman

Yes yes... si si...that is correctment. Yes... Piccadilly Circus, mini-skirt and Joe Lyons.

Pither

I wish to see the consul, please.

Chinaman

Yes, yes, speakee speakee... me Blitish consul.

Pither

Oh! (he examines his diary.) You are Rear Admiral Sir Dudley Compton?

Chinaman

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in a shooting accident. I...I his how you say...succ...sussor.

Pither

Oh, successor.

Chinaman

I'm his successor, Mr Atkinson.

Pither

Oh.

Chinaman

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Pither

Well.... A drink would be very nice.

The Chinaman claps his hands and another runs in and bows obsequiously.

Chinaman

Mr. Livingstone. Go and get sake.

Livingstone

Yes, Boss. (goes)

 

Homily:  Dear Parishioners, the more things change, the more they remain the same.  Back in 2020 President Trump was raked over the coals for saying that the Pandemic was a thing best fought at the state level and resisting a “National Response”  Instead he focused on trying to provide the states whatever they said they needed like PPE and Ventilators (https://www.msnbc.com/11th-hour/watch/trump-calls-states-complainers-says-federal-govt-is-just-a-backup-81574469576).  Among the loudest voices was “Bunker Biden” promising a National Strategy to end the Pandemic. 

However, this week the Biden/Harris Administration admitted less than a year into their rule that only the states can properly respond to the Pandemic, and there is NO National Strategy (https://twitter.com/beingrealmac/status/1475509915607351300).  Biden/Harris even went further and blamed the continued Pandemic and current “Wave” on the states.  It is amazing how the Media Slaves suddenly agree with this “new” approach.  Once again, when a “Repudacrat” says it they are lying and wrong, but when a “Dumbican” says it, they are making a “deep” and “salient” point, of course with “experts” dutifully supporting. 

Meanwhile, in a very interesting expose The Ottawa Citizen broke a story showing that the Canadian Military viewed and treated the COVID Pandemic as an “opportunity” to conduct a massive “Psy-op” on the Canadian people to try and terrify them into accepting massive social changes (https://ottawacitizen.com/news/national/defence-watch/military-leaders-saw-pandemic-as-unique-opportunity-to-test-propaganda-techniques-on-canadians-forces-report-says).  The good news is that of course ONLY the Canadian Military saw and acted on this idea.  Certainly not the United Kingdom or the United States!

Amen  


Please join us in our recessional on page 3 of your hymnal “O Lord Please Don’t Burn Us” second verse. 

Oh Please don’t lightly poach us,  Or Baste us with hot fat,

Don’t fricassee or roast us,    Or boil us in a vat,

And please don’t stick thy servants, Lord,  In a Rotissomat. 

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