Posted by The Happy Tutor
I have been a little concerned about the Author Function recently. A no-talent guy that is dead and buried is bad enough, but one who comes and goes from the tomb, as if it were a cheap motel, wears thin over time. I mean Christ did it right. Once is enough. There are no encores in the Resurrection Business. Even the Rapture is a one shot deal. Anyway, the Author Function is temping at a Fortune 100 company where he has been put in charge of a Sales Convention for 320 Successful People over four days in mid-May. Shows include a reenactment of Hannibal crossing the Alps, and the Rape of Sabine Women, as well as the Martyrdom of St. Stephen. Author Function is ok for the martyr, has one sent in from GITMO. No problem with stone-throwers; he got them from talk radio. He is ok with the Sabine Women; Candidia has opened her Public Stews. And he is ok with the Army crossing the Alps; for that he has hired the homeless in Dallas, but the ASPCA has nixed the Elephants. So, my posts for the last several days are piling up on the Author Function's desk, awaiting his edits and imprimatur, as he tries to get Elephants flown in from Asia under the radar on the return flights for those planes they use to deport suspected liberal-sympathizers. Some day I am going to get a blog of my own, and write unedited, straight talk from the Dumpster. Until then, or until the Author Function gets through his Elephant-issues, I will see if I can sneak a few posts past the censors. But be aware, I am violating Wealth Bondage Protocol. Otherwise, I may be the one stoned as St. Stephen, patron saint of casket makers, coffin makers, deacons, headaches, horses, masons, stone masons, and street prophets who turn up dead in dumpsters. Better to go through proper channels. Without the Author Function's signoff for Wealth Bondage, all these posts, until May 22, are strictly on the QT.