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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