Dear ABS

Dear ABS. Boy, have I had a tough time of it the last six months or so and it has been so bad I hardly know where to begin and so I will begin with my friend, Cletus Bodean Fleagle.


Yeah, he is a Cracker but he is good people and he made a great point this summer about hurricanes (he pronounces it harry-cains lie a real southron).

Anyways, we were having a dozen or so  Boilermakers  together down at the Bait and Bullets Bar when out of the blue he got all wild and what not and threw a catfish at the TV when the weather woman (you know, the one with the nice rack?) kept changing the word for harry-cains to cyclones.

"Man, don't you get it?, he challenged me, "the reason ol' knockers there is changing the word from harry-cains to cyclone is because we have had so few harry-cains recently that we don't even flinch anymore when they talk about harry-cains and so ol' knockers changed the word to cyclone just so she could try and scare the crap out of us. It's the damn gubmint I tell ya"

You know, Amateur Brain Surgeon, I think he may be right. O, sure, I know ol' Cletus has a partial plate in his  head (His wife brained him with one oncet when he was drunk and going on and on about fluoride in the water and our pure essences and what not and the Veterinarian said he couldn't remove the entirety of the plate because of something or other, I forget, so some of the plate is still in his head) and that is why you always see him with a hat on, even when he showers for Lord's sake, but that don't mean he is wrong abut the gubmint.

O, and one last thing, ABS, at my local community gathering space here, Saint Kopechne of Chappaquiddick (you know, the gathering space that has  the stained glass window of Teddy Kennedy wearing a neck brace ?) there are so damn many ministries that a snake handler could become confused to the point where he gets bitten.

That ain't right, is it?

Signed

Flummoxed in Fullers


Dear Flummoxed in Fullers, Florida. You make a lot of good points and some day, when he is in the area, Amateur Brain Surgeon would love to join you and Cletus for a few Boilermakers at the The Bait and Bullets Bar.

That might turn out to be a blast.

In any event, you are decidedly correct about the gubmint ordering a change by substituting the word cyclone for harry-cain and the reason for the change is as you noted- the gubmint is determined to control us and they do that by fear.

O, Lordy, we got us a damn cyclone hurtling right towards us, woman; 'member when we just had harry-cains to deal with?

Now, as far as the proliferation of "ministries" within the One Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church, that is a modern novelty and all novelties savor of heresy.

So, keep your eyes and ears open as these mile-taking ministries are one way to erode our will, set as it is, against accepting any and all forms of protestantising and judaising.

Here is one example of what you are talking about:

This recapitulation of the inch-given (Communion distributed by other than the ordained) is collected at this link:


and, for those of us like ABS,who is the same age as Israel, all of this progressive legislation is to be lamented as it describes a process of weakened wills amongst the Hierarchy and a puissant progressivism that refuses to take "no" for an answer.

Thus, once the Extraordinary is conceded to revolutionaries, they render it ordinary; it is what they do.


So, having won the inch-given, the mile-takers in the Palm Beach County Franchise of Dead Dioceses Inc, America have concretised and regularised their revolutionary triumph;




Dear Flummoxed in Fullers; It is bad and it is only going to get worse.