The Seventeenth Week of Extra Ordinary Time
Welcome all to
the Seventeenth week of Extra 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.
This week the
“liberal ‘Woke’ world order” is showing its terminal collapse cracks as it
flails like a drowning person trying to hold on a bit longer. We
shall examine some of their death throws today.
Please open The Holy Text volume 1 to episode 5 page 60 where the prophets say …
Policeman |
I must warn
you, sir, that outside I have police dog Josephine, who is not only armed,
and trained to sniff out certain substances, but is also a junkie. |
Young Man |
What are you
after ... ? |
Policeman |
(pulling a
brown paper package from out of his pocket, very badly and obviously) Oo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have
found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for
clinical examination. |
Young Man |
Wait a
minute. You just got that out of your pocket. |
Policeman |
What? |
Young Man |
(takes it) Well
what's in it anyway? (opens it) Sandwiches. |
Policeman |
Sandwiches?
Blimey. Whatever did I give the wife? |
Open your hymnal to page 18 and join us in
singing “Oliver Cromwell” verse 4
And Cromwell sent Colonel Pride to purge the
House of Commons
Of the Presbyterian Royalists leaving behind only the rump Parliament
Which appointed a High Court at Westminster Hall to indict
Charles, the first for tyranny, ooh! Charles was sentenced to death
Even though he refused to accept that the court had jurisdiction
Say goodbye to his head
Now please open The Holy Text volume 2 to
episode 29 page 81 where the prophets say …
Son |
There's a dead bishop
on the landing. |
Woman |
Where did that come
from? |
Son |
What do you mean? |
Woman |
What's its diocese? |
Son |
Well it looked a bit
Bath and Wellsish to me. |
Man |
I'll go and have a
look. (goes out) |
Woman |
I don't know who keeps
bringing them in here. |
Son |
Well it's not me. |
Woman |
I've put three out by
the bin and the dustmen won't touch 'em. |
Man |
(coming back) Leicester. |
Woman |
How do you know? |
Man |
Tattooed on the back
of his neck. I'm going to call the police. |
Woman |
Shouldn't you call the
Church? |
As a further
example of choices needing to be made in Democan priorities, recently their off
shore wind turbines have begun to demonstrate a problem – Shattering! Turns out that the off shore turbines can “shatter”
into millions of pieces which being made out of fiber glass then wash ashore
and make the beaches dangerous to walk on at the peril of slicing a person’s
feet to shreds (https://nantucketcurrent.com/news/vineyard-wind-reports-turbine-blade-damage-in-offshore-incident).
Quite distressing to the Nantucket tourists as they forfeit their vacation
beach time due to the clean up process.
In their signature
legislation, the Biden/Harris “Infrastructure” bill allocated 42.45
Billion dollars to provide broadband service to the entire country. Three years on it turns out that though most
of the money has been “spent” not a single person has received service (https://broadbandusa.ntia.gov/news/latest-news/ntias-role-implementing-broadband-provisions-2021-infrastructure-investment-and). I
am sure the current administration will say they just need a bit more money to
get things working.
Following along
these failures of to deliver on tech promises comes another issue associated
with tech. It turns out that literally
thousands of farmers in Maryland are being eminent domained off their property
for power line to support AI centers (https://corporate.pseg.com/aboutpseg/companyinformation/thepsegfamilyofcompanies/psegrenewabletransmission/mprp). I
mean who cares about feeding humans when we can feed the computers instead –
right?
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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