One of the cool things about my site is that there is no spellcheck. I am free to make the most elementary booboos here and post them. It's, like, organic! Hopefully that isn't the absolute best thing happening here, but I thought I'd mention it. In case you notice any misteaks, please let me know write away!
Garden PartyIt was a lovely day in Heaven. They were having another garden party; somebody was playing a harp. The angel Jeff was humming along, some show tune he couldn't place, but as usual he was preoccupied. Jeff had never really lost interest in events on Earth, where he had been a political science professor at a prestigious east-coast university. Most of the other angels didn't think much of Earth. Some referred to it as "the old dirt-ball". Jeff sort of knew he was out of step in maintaining an interest.
It was 2002 down where they kept track. As the nameless show tune ended Jeff was thinking about the fact that 2002 was a numeric palindrome- the same backwards and forwards. When was the last time that happened? 1991. Whoa! thought he: both years, the president of the U.S. was named George Bush! Not the same George Bush, but still! Wouldn't that be a hoot if it was another one next time, in 2112?
There was a lull in the conversation; nobody could think of a new way to praise the clouds. And God was standing right there; He did tend to make people get quiet. But Jeff turned to Him and said out of the blue, as it were, "Did you know that a fellow named Donald Rumsfeld has become the most powerful creature on Earth?"
As the words left his mouth Jeff knew he had stepped in it very big time. (Much later he realized that, for one thing, it was idiotic to ask God if He knew something. Whatever it was, He knew about it. Duh!) After a long moment God turned to Jeff and gave him what was known locally as the "What-was-I-thinking-when-I-created-you?" look.
"Hey Jeff", said He finally, "stuff happens."
The party continued. Some new clouds appeared, to choruses of praise. The harpist went into "Mandy". Suddenly Jeff felt a firm pair of hands on each of his wings. He was propelled swiftly backwards and down into the cloud cover. He struggled and thrashed....
Drive-by HaikuGood old Lance (Armstrong):
His name is an anagram
for clean. That's some dope!
Nixon would be proud
of today's Republicans:
suppressing the vote
proved that you can blow stuff up
and still be a saint!