Still Vertical
Yes, I’m still here.
No, I don’t have the flu.
No, the Black Hole has not come a calling.
Yes, I’m well.
I’m subbing.
Yes, Jack Daniels is a doll.
Roy & Silo in Shiloh
Thank God for some parents in Shiloh, Illinois.
If it weren’t for them, the stacks of the Shiloh Elementary School library would have remained surreptitiously infested with yet another attempt by the gay propaganda machine to corrupt the minds of our children.
As a result of the efforts of these noble morality warriors, the light has been shone on the darkness of And Tango Makes Three, the illustrated children’s book based on the true story of Roy and Silo, two Central Park Zoo male penguins who shared a nest and raised Tango, the chick who hatched from a fertilized egg given to them by a zookeeper.
Move that book to where it belongs - behind the curtain in the basement.
Perhaps a bit too warrior?
Not to worry. The Shiloh parents only wanted to have Tango banished to the “mature” section of the library. Require a parent’s signature to check it out.
Amen. That way there’s more room in the children’s section for those lovely war books.
What’s in a Name?
Hey God. It’s me. How you doin’?
How you doin’, Sandy?
Eh, okay today, god. Whoops. Missed the capital there, God. Sorry.
No problem. It doesn’t matter. It’s dressing. It’s not who I am.
Oh. I thought you’d be offended.
Why?
Well. It’s due you. After all, you’re God.
I don’t care how you spell my name. Or what you call me for that matter. Just talk to me. That’s all.
Yea, I know. Not done too good a job with that lately, have I?
I understand.
Why? Don’t you get pissed at me for ditching you so much?
No. Sad. But not angry.
Why sad?
Because I miss you. I miss our talks.
Yea. Me, too.
Uh, same time tomorrow?
I’ll be here.
Dear George and Donald
to the tune of “Bye Bye Blackbird”
The Democrats put on quite the show
Now it’s time for Rums to go
Bye bye Donald
You sure put up one helluva fight
Thank god, George, you saw the light
Bye bye Donald
I know how no one ever understood you
But you kept stepping in big piles of doo doo
You’ve made your bed, turn out the light
The new boy arrives late tonight
Donald, bye bye!
