The
emotionally anticipatory atmospherics surrounding the Synod are starting to intensify and while it may never reach the level of captious cupidity then existing prior to the leg-wrestling *
finals match between Quentin Crisp and Liberace at the 1963 ISC
(International Sissy Championship) it, nonetheless, may well prove to
be the most exciting event since Assisi one.
Amateur Brain Surgeon recommends advancing the time for cocktails fifteen minutes every
time one reads a trepidatious post about
the distribute-communion-to-adulterers synod.
As
this inescapable event draws ever closer an understandable unease
begins to increase in intensity and frequency amongst Roman
Catholic Traditionalists and which unease manifests itself in tocsins
of masculine manifests posted online; thus, one finds if he does
advance, by fifteen minutes, the time for cocktails every time he
reads a trepidatious post he will soon find himself
realistically beginning to entertain warm thoughts about having
some quality cabernet just after breakfast.
Although
his Uncle Jerry averred: It
is always darkest before the storm, Amateur Brain Surgeon has always thought it the better part of hope to remain a
the-glass-is-not-empty-the-glass-is-half-filled-with-cabernet
kind
of man.
*
Officials
at the ISC ruled in favor of Liberace's request to change the
traditional final contest from open-hand slapping to leg
wrestling because, the officials said; Lee
will be playing at the Flamingo next week and the slap-off might very well result in Lee's face looking like a Whoopee Cushion owing to the puissant power in Quentin's pudgy little pointers which have been strengthened by his own unique exercise technique which began when he reached puberty.