George is on a roll today
Jul. 19th, 2007 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fancytalkMore George-isms. Again, it's because I want to reference it but not in my inbox.
George Bush goes to a primary school to talk to the kids to get some PR. After his talk he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George asks him his name.
"Stanley," responds the little boy.
"And what is your question, Stanley?"
"I have 4 questions: First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?
Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"
Fourth, why are we so worried about gay-marriage when half of all Americans don't have health insurance?
Just then, the bell rings for break. George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after break. When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh, that's right, It's question time. Who has a question?"
A different little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him his name. "Johnny" he responds.
"And what is your question, Johnny?"
"Actually Sir, I have 6 questions: First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?
Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?
Fourth, why are we so worried about gay marriage when half of all Americans don't have health insurance? Fifth, why did the break bell go off 20 minutes early?
And sixth, what the f**k happened to Stanley?"
God - Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colours by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
St. Francis - It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
God - Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
St. Francis - Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
God - The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
St. Francis - Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.
God - They cut it? Do they then bail it like hay?
St. Francis - Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
God - They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
St. Francis - No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
God - Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
St. Francis - Yes, Sir.
God - These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
St. Francis - You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
God - What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
St. Francis - You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
God - No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
St. Francis - After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
God - And where do they get this mulch?
St. Francis - They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
God - Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
St. Catherine - "Dumb and Dumber", Lord. It's a story about....
God - Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
All this is typical George. And I love the fact that he routinely changes his email signature with thought-provoking quotes like his current one below.
If God is willing to prevent evil but not able, then he is not omnipotent.
If he is able but not willing then he is malevolent.
If God is both able and willing, then where cometh evil?
If he is neither able nor willing, then why do we call him God?
Epicurus, Greek philosopher 341 BC
• Otherwise stated: If God is so merciful why did he create mosquitoes?
George Bush goes to a primary school to talk to the kids to get some PR. After his talk he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George asks him his name.
"Stanley," responds the little boy.
"And what is your question, Stanley?"
"I have 4 questions: First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?
Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"
Fourth, why are we so worried about gay-marriage when half of all Americans don't have health insurance?
Just then, the bell rings for break. George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after break. When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh, that's right, It's question time. Who has a question?"
A different little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him his name. "Johnny" he responds.
"And what is your question, Johnny?"
"Actually Sir, I have 6 questions: First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?
Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?
Fourth, why are we so worried about gay marriage when half of all Americans don't have health insurance? Fifth, why did the break bell go off 20 minutes early?
And sixth, what the f**k happened to Stanley?"
God - Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colours by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
St. Francis - It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
God - Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
St. Francis - Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
God - The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
St. Francis - Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.
God - They cut it? Do they then bail it like hay?
St. Francis - Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
God - They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
St. Francis - No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
God - Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
St. Francis - Yes, Sir.
God - These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
St. Francis - You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
God - What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
St. Francis - You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
God - No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
St. Francis - After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
God - And where do they get this mulch?
St. Francis - They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
God - Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
St. Catherine - "Dumb and Dumber", Lord. It's a story about....
God - Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
All this is typical George. And I love the fact that he routinely changes his email signature with thought-provoking quotes like his current one below.
If God is willing to prevent evil but not able, then he is not omnipotent.
If he is able but not willing then he is malevolent.
If God is both able and willing, then where cometh evil?
If he is neither able nor willing, then why do we call him God?
Epicurus, Greek philosopher 341 BC
• Otherwise stated: If God is so merciful why did he create mosquitoes?
