Mark 17

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Today’s Quote: “Sometimes I like to run naked in the moonlight and the wind, on a little trail behind out house, when the honeysuckle blooms. It’s a feeling of freedom, so close to God and nature.” — Dolly Parton

  • The Bait-and-Switch White House (NYT editorial, 27 Jan 07) — President Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney have done grievous harm to the credibility of the Oval Office and the country.
  • At Ease, Mr. President by Garry Wills (NYT Op-Ed, 27 Jan 07) — The president is not the commander in chief of civilians.
  • Unhappy Meals by Michael Pollan (NYT, 28 Jan 07) — Thirty years of nutritional science has made Americans sicker, fatter and less well nourished. A plea for a return to plain old food. It’s a long article but well worth reading.
  • On a blog this morning I saw a Google ad for Gay Friendly Autos. Has homophobia now spread to our cars? “Yes sir, Mister Fundamentalist-Republican-Conservative, we have the car for you. You’re looking at the Homophobe 500, which has Gaydar 4.0 as standard equipment. No more wondering if the people around you might be gay. Gaydar 4.0 can spot ’em up to 1,000 yards away.”
  • Just before I stepped in the shower this morning, I looked down and guess what I saw! Another milestone reached in my quest to look good nekkid.

Here’s something to think about…
Men and women have two distinct views about a wedding. The husband to be wakes up in the morning, plays a round of golf and counts the minutes until he has to be at the altar.
The wife to be on the other hand, wakes up in the morning and is panicking. She immediately begins to organize things, making sure everything is in proper order. In her mind she is repeating what she has to do. ‘All I have to do is go down the aisle, get to the altar, and marry him.’ She repeats this over and over again, until she begins to shorten it to three words which she continues to repeat… ‘Aisle, altar, him.’ ‘Aisle, altar, him.’ ‘Aisle, altar, him.’

Liar Sermon
A minister wound up the services one morning by saying, “Next Sunday I am going to preach on the subject of liars. And in this connection, as a preparation for my discourse, I would like you all to read the seventeenth chapter of Mark.”
On the following Sunday, the preacher rose to begin and said, “Now, then, all of you who have done as I requested and read the seventeenth chapter of Mark, please raise your hands.”
Nearly every hand in the congregation went up.
Then said the preacher,”You are the people I want to talk to. There is no seventeenth chapter of Mark.”


Author: Rick

I'm a simple man, trying to make my way in the universe.