Time For Tubby Bye-Bye
posted by Count Screwloose at 4:28 AM
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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When not being manhandled by security, Count Screwloose enjoys overeating and waiting for the tow truck to arrive.
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2 Comments:
It was a giddy day in the San Francisco offices, I must say. There were some thoughtful conversations in which the words "Westboro Baptist Church" and "9/11 remarks" and "hated-filled" were employed frequently. I personally noted the number of times that the Good Book stressed -- very clearly, mind you -- feeding the poor, caring for the sick and cherishing each other. Quite a bit about rich man and needle eye's and camels and such too.
As opposed to that one stray reference in Leviticus. Which is open to interpretation.
But it was Roger H. (Judge's Boy in the Guerneville Leather Competition and my recent companion to the Sean Lennon concert) who delivered the final and most appropriate words, courtesy of Abbey Road:
In the end,
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make
The Reverend from Lynchburg didn't even have enough to pack in a carry-on.
So nice to see you round these parts, Ms. T. Hope all is well.
I've seen many pieces calling this sort of grave-dancing unseemly, that it only brings one down to his level, etc.
I'm willing to accept the guilt, in this case.
Check out the Max Blumenthal piece linked in the post above for a thorough recounting of the late Reverend's many other good works.
By the way, learned the sad news about Mr. Diddley from your blog. Let's hope for the best.
RG
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