Hey yall! Hope this post finds you well and having (against all odds) a terrific day at work! Today I wanted to share a story with you all, that for fear of spoiling the punch I shan’t divulge any details here…. Let’s just say, a slightly annoying feller got some karma and I for one experienced massive amounts of Schadenfreude!
Thank you for just reminding me of the name of your town. I've been meaning to send you a note. I'm a PT driver for Enterprise in Knoxville, and I often am on Chickamauga Ave. I think of you every single time. Lots of ❤️. Karen (a nice one) 😀
Used to love the soapbox preachers outside of Dead shows way back when. My favorite preacher story was my old boyfriend, Charlie , who was a skinny hippie, looking dude with longish hair and a beard who had a beautiful golden retriever who he named Blotter (he like to do acid, so did I, we did a lot of acid together). Once while walking down the Lawn (opposite side of the famed rotunda, and yes, it needs to be capitalized) at the University of Virginia with Blotter, Charlie stopped to listen to one of those crazed soapbox preachers. He screamed about the evils of society, including homosexuality, saying, “ if we begin to condone homosexuality, you know what comes next, don’t you? Beastiality!“, And then, as if right on queue, Blotter starts humping Charlie‘s leg. The preacher was horrified and the vast majority of the crowd shit themselves laughing!
Listening and laughing from Sweden. Thanks for somehow helping me understand the american society. A bit.
Sweden is very secular but we can sometimes see a street preacher even in my home town – and frankly, people get a bit embarrassed and just hurry past the guy. Or, when he shouts at the Pride parade, some just smile at him and wave. It's more of a mascot thing 🏳️🌈
Hello, Henry the Ninth. (I'm referring to your beard which is looking good.)
Your story about the would-be prophet on the street corner reminded me of a man I knew back in the 80s -- he was sort of nuts. (Every certifiable wacko in Lancaster, PA eventually became a friend of mine.)
This guy didn't do religion though, he did progressive politics. To protest America's policies (I think we were interfering with Central American elections in order to protect U.S. business interests -- imagine that) he would protest in Penn Square, the center of Lancaster city, a place that was usually well populated.
On a cold, cold day, when Penn Square was deserted, I saw him standing there all alone -- you have to admire a protester who doesn't even need an audience. He was wearing white Long Johns, which was good, because otherwise, he was in full Jesus drag -- knotted loincloth over the union suit, crown of thorns on head, red dye on the palms of his hands -- AND -- he had tied his wrists to a makeshift cross. He stood on one foot, in all of his world-saving splendor with a cardboard sign hanging from his neck "CIA -- stay out of South America!!!" (or something like that).
What made ME laugh was the sight of the policeman who was reluctantly walking up to him, head down, wearing a pained smile. You could tell he was thinking "O, God, why me? Why am I the one who has to deal with this looney-tune?"
(let this cup pass from Officer Barbrady)
I don't know what happened next, but our brave and persistent protester returned to Penn Squre many times, with his sign and his cross, but with one significant change. He wore regular civilian clothes thereafter.
I don't know if this was on the advice of counsel or if February was just too damn cold to dress like Jesus.
Anyone who makes other people laugh is doing the Lord's work, in my humble, unsolicited opinion.
Here's a limerick. I sent it already, but I kept changing the last line.
Whenever I hear about comedians gatekeeping I think about Eddie Murphy speaking as Richard Pryor: "Did the people laugh at what you said? And did you get paid? Then tell Bill I said have a Coke and smile and shut the fuck up"
Thank you for just reminding me of the name of your town. I've been meaning to send you a note. I'm a PT driver for Enterprise in Knoxville, and I often am on Chickamauga Ave. I think of you every single time. Lots of ❤️. Karen (a nice one) 😀
People getting hurt for real isn't funny. Karma, on the other hand, is hysterical.
The jazz guitar hits, hats off to the musical director…✌️💙😎
I Love This! Enjoy Life. I'm all most 60. I truly enjoy everything. wooooo!!!!!!Love ya brother!
Used to love the soapbox preachers outside of Dead shows way back when. My favorite preacher story was my old boyfriend, Charlie , who was a skinny hippie, looking dude with longish hair and a beard who had a beautiful golden retriever who he named Blotter (he like to do acid, so did I, we did a lot of acid together). Once while walking down the Lawn (opposite side of the famed rotunda, and yes, it needs to be capitalized) at the University of Virginia with Blotter, Charlie stopped to listen to one of those crazed soapbox preachers. He screamed about the evils of society, including homosexuality, saying, “ if we begin to condone homosexuality, you know what comes next, don’t you? Beastiality!“, And then, as if right on queue, Blotter starts humping Charlie‘s leg. The preacher was horrified and the vast majority of the crowd shit themselves laughing!
Listening and laughing from Sweden. Thanks for somehow helping me understand the american society. A bit.
Sweden is very secular but we can sometimes see a street preacher even in my home town – and frankly, people get a bit embarrassed and just hurry past the guy. Or, when he shouts at the Pride parade, some just smile at him and wave. It's more of a mascot thing 🏳️🌈
Petrichor? It rained here too!
Hello, Henry the Ninth. (I'm referring to your beard which is looking good.)
Your story about the would-be prophet on the street corner reminded me of a man I knew back in the 80s -- he was sort of nuts. (Every certifiable wacko in Lancaster, PA eventually became a friend of mine.)
This guy didn't do religion though, he did progressive politics. To protest America's policies (I think we were interfering with Central American elections in order to protect U.S. business interests -- imagine that) he would protest in Penn Square, the center of Lancaster city, a place that was usually well populated.
On a cold, cold day, when Penn Square was deserted, I saw him standing there all alone -- you have to admire a protester who doesn't even need an audience. He was wearing white Long Johns, which was good, because otherwise, he was in full Jesus drag -- knotted loincloth over the union suit, crown of thorns on head, red dye on the palms of his hands -- AND -- he had tied his wrists to a makeshift cross. He stood on one foot, in all of his world-saving splendor with a cardboard sign hanging from his neck "CIA -- stay out of South America!!!" (or something like that).
What made ME laugh was the sight of the policeman who was reluctantly walking up to him, head down, wearing a pained smile. You could tell he was thinking "O, God, why me? Why am I the one who has to deal with this looney-tune?"
(let this cup pass from Officer Barbrady)
I don't know what happened next, but our brave and persistent protester returned to Penn Squre many times, with his sign and his cross, but with one significant change. He wore regular civilian clothes thereafter.
I don't know if this was on the advice of counsel or if February was just too damn cold to dress like Jesus.
Anyone who makes other people laugh is doing the Lord's work, in my humble, unsolicited opinion.
Here's a limerick. I sent it already, but I kept changing the last line.
There once was a baby named Bain,
Whose daddy loved to entertain
Like father, like son?
We hope so, "hon'",
Because laughter can neutralize pain.
Makes me think of Chattanooga legend Dan Martino! He'd give you the fire and brimstone brothers and sisters! 👹
Man! I really needed that laugh today! 🙌❤️🙌
Whenever I hear about comedians gatekeeping I think about Eddie Murphy speaking as Richard Pryor: "Did the people laugh at what you said? And did you get paid? Then tell Bill I said have a Coke and smile and shut the fuck up"
I think it's funny! Have a great day Corey! We have storms here in Indiana as well! Love ya! 💜