A Holiday Card for the Bad Guys

[donzblock]

And as the holidays draw nigh, they will plant in their little plastic beach pails their little plastic palm trees and decorate them with little plastic twinkling baseballs and pronounce them good. During this season of peace and good will, the mud will stop sliding, the fires will gently flicker out, and an occasional forlorn bell will manage to make its jingle heard above the retreating roar of the surf that surges away from the western shore to make way for the next tsunami. And then the robotic creatures, manufactured to place their metallic butts into metallic seats for exactly 3 innings, will visit various houses of worship and bless the powers that pointed the nose of the great white father--west. And these worshippers will then intone their programmed solemn mantra--OM OM OM OM OM OM--so that their minds will continue to experience the blessed peace of emptiness. But miraculously, a light will go on elsewhere (in a burg named after a gentleman whose literary offenses moved Mark Twain to write a dissertation on them). This light will illuminate a bullet-proofed shrine of the Big Fat OM, and it will snow 30 pieces of silver on his glass-enclosed effigy, and the droids will begin to sing, and there will be peace on earth and good will almost everywhere.

[DODGER DEB]

And as the holidays draw nigh, they will plant in their little plastic beach pails their little plastic palm trees and decorate them with little plastic twinkling baseballs and pronounce them good. During this season of peace and good will, the mud will stop sliding, the fires will gently flicker out, and an occasional forlorn bell will manage to make its jingle heard above the retreating roar of the surf that surges away from the western shore to make way for the next tsunami. And then the robotic creatures, manufactured to place their metallic butts into metallic seats for exactly 3 innings, will visit various houses of worship and bless the powers that pointed the nose of the great white father--west. And these worshippers will then intone their programmed solemn mantra--OM OM OM OM OM OM--so that their minds will continue to experience the blessed peace of emptiness. But miraculously, a light will go on elsewhere (in a burg named after a gentleman whose literary offenses moved Mark Twain to write a dissertation on them). This light will illuminate a bullet-proofed shrine of the Big Fat OM, and it will snow 30 pieces of silver on his glass-enclosed effigy, and the droids will begin to sing, and there will be peace on earth and good will almost everywhere.

Oh, Professor, you have no idea how much I needed that right now! :nod: :coffee

Truly, another one of your "pearls".

c.