The Ninth 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.
While I
appreciate the Rocking style of this week’s entrance hymn, perhaps a beachball
being bounced about the sanctuary was a bit much for the January aesthetic.
Now please open The Holy Text volume 1 to episode 12 page 151 where the
prophets say …
|
Himmler |
How do you
do there squire, also I am not Minehead lad but I in Peterborough,
Lincolnshire was given birth to, but stay in Peterborough Lincolnshire house
all during war, owing to nasty running sores, and was unable to go in the
streets play football or go to Nürnberg. I am retired vindow cleaner and
pacifist, without doing war crimes (hurriedly corrects himself) tch
tch tch, and am glad England win World Cup - Bobby Charlton, Martin Peters -
and eating lots of chips and fish and hole in the toads, and Dundee cakes on
Piccadilly line. Don't you know old chap I was head of Gestapo for ten years.
Five years! No, no, nein, I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. |
|
Landlady |
Oooh, Mr
Bimmler, you do have us on. (A telephone rings) Oh excuse me
I must go and answer that. (leaves the room) |
Ich wollte... ein
Holzfäller sein! Ja, ein Holzfäller! Der von Baum zu Baum hüpft, die auf den
mächtigen Wassern von Südtirol hinabschwimmen.
Die gigantische
Rotbuche! Die Lärche! Die Tanne! Die kräftige Kiefer! Der Duft von frisch
gefälltem Holz!
Das Geräusch der
stürzenden mächtigen Bäume! An meiner Seite, mein liebes Mädel... Und wir
würden singen, singen, singen...
Now please open The Holy Text volume 2 to episode 34 page
155 where the prophets say …
|
Gulliver |
I have seen an agent in the town. My life is in danger. |
|
Pither |
Danger, Clodagh? |
|
Gulliver |
Stalin has always hated me. |
|
Pither |
No one hates you, Clodagh. |
|
Gulliver |
I will not let myself fall into the hands of these scum. |
|
Pither |
I think you should go and have a little lie down, my dear.
There is a busy day tomorrow of concerts and promotional tours. |
|
Gulliver |
I. One of the founders of the greatest nation on earth. I!
Whom Lenin has called his greatest friend. |
Homily Parishioners, this week I thought I would
bring a different sort of concern to your attention – a very different sort of
government overreach. As it turns out far
too many law enforcement agencies are literally policing for profits (https://ij.org/report/policing-for-profit-3/).
These agencies are literally working out ways to scam a profit off law
abiding citizens. Taking from the
criminals is no longer enough, since there are so many non criminals it only
makes sense to them to expand the operation.
The Federal
Government has joined the scam now and is focused on the HUGE FedEx facility in
Indiana (https://abc7.com/post/california-man-had-42k-seized-indiana-fedex-facility-gets-money-back-after-legal-fight/15574783/).
While the previous story shows the efforts required for a victim of the
scam to recover their loss. It is both a
travesty and a sick commentary on our society that our once respected and
trusted law enforcement agencies have degenerated down to simply a money
confiscating scam.
The scope of the
scam in Indiana is truly staggering as this second article demonstrates (https://www.zerohedge.com/political/legal-plunder-indiana-police-prey-packages-transiting-huge-fedex-hub).
The millions being lost through the complicity of the courts and “law
enforcement officers” is truly a sickening demonstration of what our country
has descended to. Somehow I do not think
that Trump will be fixing this problem.
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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