Peeves
02-26-2012, 12:35 PM
The recent resurgence of the Norther Lights in the news got me to thinking........Which I do on occasion, any occasion like the removal of a wart, or in celebration of a cure for terminal acne.
We don't have any real definitive evidence that religion developed any differently than in the manner I suggest in my delusional views of 'history.'
Nor of the biased opining of ..uh devolution of political parties. So I think my hypothesis is a reasonable approximation of sorts. If not, prove me wrong with anything,,,ah um preferably...written in stone.
Once upon a time before political parties and religion there were but unenlightened Troglodytes. Things 'basically, haven't much changed.
Once upon a time before political parties and religion there were but Trog-lodytes looking for ...something.
..........................Yea and can I have a Verily
And it came to pass many many grandmothers ago when the earth was flat and the brown bear had not yet turned white, a clan of Trogs lived in a cave, a tunnel like cavern they shared somewhat reluctantly with another clan.
The Trogs lived comfortably in the upper bright and airy end of the tunnel/cave which may have explained their reasonable and broad minded views. For reference we might call their entry way "The Broad way.'
The other clan were called the Lodytes and had found their way to the other and lower end of the cavern. The Lodytes entrance was narrow, oval, dark and their view was restricted by the mountain wall and unfortunately had an effect on their every view and a limited mentality. For reference purposes lets call that entrance the 'Oval Orifice' which had been initially spotted by a lecher named Bill.:rolleyes::lol: The most they could see was the light from the Trogs upper end of the tunnel and the sheer face of the mountain viewed from their tiny entrance way.
One today might suggest they suffered from sort of a tunnel vision..
................................... The Body Politic
The Trogs and Lodytes usually got along, but we all know what runs down hill so there were occasional differences and **** disturbances.
In the middle of the cavern were the ancient and revered tracks of the mighty Ursus spelaeus the now extinct cave bear.
The Lodytes lived on the other side of the tracks of course, and being lower, were usually looked down upon. They had different clan totems too. Trogs had a wooly mammoth totem that trumpeted loudly and incessantly and that never forgot, while the Lodytes had this mulish-donkey beast clan totem that always brayed heee hawww and pooped doo doo everywhere.
The Lodytes like to have the poo doo doo spread around so everyone had a share whether they deserved poo or not. It was good to fertilize things with and not much else but they didn't know that yet so they just spread poo equally as a commodity to boast about as in "I have more doo doo than you do do."
Since the Trogs had more poo than the Lodytes the Lodytes even took any mammoth poo they could at every opportunity from the Trogs doo doo poo pile. . In fact some Lodytes claimed the Trogs had had 99% of all the poo in existence which they yelled wasn't fair.. After all, they followed the wooly mammoth elephant beast that reigned poo doo doo down in vast quantities from a great height, while those following the donkey beast were but limited to their occasional shares of donkey doo-doo. At one time some fringe-d lodytes actually occupied a park place demanding more poo even though they couldn't explain why they should get more.
.......................The Ridiculous & The Profane
There was a large rock face a short distance from the Trogs cavern entrance . The large imposing rock was covered in graffiti written with sticks and bird poo. They of course could write words but,... didn't know what they were, after all they were cavemen and their mates of course. They just made simple marks that looked like this: mmm iut w hhh. hhh==0000 (.) (.) or (i) and sometimes just ..."wazzzup? "
Sometimes they managed by accident a word they liked such as POTUS or HUMP. One favorite word was P_O_O_P. They liked to say OH POOP! Another was in combination with P_O_T_U_S. They used that in swearing like when they hit their finger with a rock or when a bear was eating them they'd shout "POOPIN POTUS!" Another swear word combination was "LAW-YER!" They used that when they were really having a bad case of spousal conflict or when they had been cheated in a trade of a used club and found it was cracked or full of knots or termites. They'd scream that "POOPIN POTUS HUMPED me."
H_U_M_P was their very favorite swear word and they used it all the time, like "That HUMPING TROG" Or "That HUMPIN Lodyte" Both clans swore pretty much equally though they would deny that when interviewed.
Or .... The Hump might be used also as a pick up line when out 'clubbing' at the favorite watering hole, 'The Fermented Apple Tree.' The commonest pickup line being " Ug buu nanta wan ga clatu verata nictu ? Translated that being "Wanna Hump you stinky blond flat head with the hairy arm pit? or are you already clubbed?" If you're still using that one I suggest you're a wanna be cave man..Pick up lines were getting old even then.
...................................THE ILLUMINATION!
It came to pass on a night many snow cones and ice rinks ago there was a sign in the heavens, a curtain of colored, dancing northern lights like none that any had witnessed before. This awesome time they were to call henceforth the night of 'The Great Illumination'. (Men were from that time on asked of one another by pollsters "Do you see the light?" Many said "no, It hasn't registered, I'm not partisan, mark me down as independent.)
The first Trogs that saw the awesome frightening curtain of lights that flowed, flashed and danced in the northern sky, were paralyzed in awe. (Well I said it was awesome!)Some of those viewing shook in fright and crouched from behind rocks and watched the lights and trembled most violently. As they trembled and shook they spoke words in tongue, words in a tongue of course that none understood, but then they had few words any understood anyway. These early witnesses were later to be known as "Shakers." Those that shook and ran were to be called Movers and Shakers.
Meanwhile reportedly a young Trog maiden sister was having trouble sleeping.
The maiden's old holey sheepskin coverlet was quite uncomfortably stiff with sweat and it was itchy. Also no one had groomed her nits yesterday, so, half asleep she left her bed in the family cavern to shake out her holey sheep sheet in the fresh night air.
................Your powers of imagination are now to be put into order or you might find this just a plain funny picture of events, but who is to say it was otherwise....?
Taking the holey sheep sheet in both hands she stood by the large rock in front of the cavern where there was exposed a nice breeze. Then climbing on an even higher point she flapped and shook the holey sheep sheet with Vigor. (Vigor went everywhere with her, her pet parakeet.)
She was still foggy from sleep and was not immediately aware of the curtain of dancing heavenly colored lights above nor of the fearful tribe members huddled together behind rocks shaking and trembling in fear.
Those crouching were impressed with her bravery in standing alone before the lights and one then another exclaimed in encouragement for they thought, -"could it be true!" (that's second hand and hearsay, hardly empirical evidence, but I am reluctant to discount the oral tradition, - --for they noticed that in her flapping of the holey sheep sheet the dancing lights of the northern sky seemed to respond favorably. The maiden encouraged now by the brave family members, rigorously flapped her holey sheep sheet and surely it seemed to more and more that the lights most assuredly did react! The more she waved and flapped the holey sheep sheet the more brilliant and synchronous it appeared were the wavering polychromasia curtains of columnal cavorting colors. (Nothing to do with Sura 61 I do assure you.)
Excited by the young maiden's apparent ability to influence the lights they called for others to come forth (or fifth), from the cave to witness the wondrous lights dancing in response to the young maiden's flapping holey sheep sheet.
Surely they began to think, there must be something of a heavenly message in the wondrous display? And who could doubt them? The last inspirational reporting of a 'burning bush' they had briefly worshiped turned out to be of a poison ivy, and indeed it did burn those that had rashly accepted a Bush as an icon.
Those yet in the cave were awakened by the, calls and clamor of tongues, of ..oooo's and aaaawe's and they arose reluctantly from their sleepy stupor and listened to the now openly unafraid converted celebrating and their tale of the response to the lights... on Broadway..
Yea and verily in truth they did but scoff at first but then as some watched the maiden's flapping of the holey sheep sheet they wanted some faith, as do we all, and soon they too were converted. They joined the awestruck hoi polloi and the great unwashed and the Tea Party, and Occupiers....Well pretty near everyone even a few Luddites deigned to acknowledge the heaven's display apparently directed initially to the Trogs.
The assembled Trogs now stood amazed unafraid and in awe at the dancing display in the heavens. Some rolled boulders to the large rock so as to sit and kneel and they were later to be known as 'The Holy Rollers.'
Awakened, the clan's senior elder statesman called Tip, 'cause he never left one, didst appear on Broadway and while watching the young maiden's performance of flapping the holey sheep sheet, listened closely to the vox populi, the assembly's excitement.. Seeing an opportunity for yet more clan prestige he mounted the rock that had been there for the ages. (That's what they called it, "The Rock of Ages.")
Whereupon with the clan's attention, the inspired Tip spake unto to the maiden, "Yea verily thou art surely a maiden, a fair maiden of talent, an ingénue that must perform these rites and serve us in our need religiously.
You must indeed reach higher, you must avoid all contact with males and avoid the Fermented Apple Tree. You must flap your holey sheep sheet most religiously for you are the indeed the maiden chosen from ...the.. uh,:rolleyes::shrug: , our one and only choice. . ..Yes! reach even higher, reach unto the heavens, climb upon this ancient rock of ages and flap your holey sheep sheet in worship of the heavenly being that is honoring us with his light."
And it is said that she flapped her holey sheep sheet as none had flapped a holey sheep sheet before or even since or after or ever again, unto this very day. You may of course try, but first you need a holey sheep sheet and you need of course also be a maiden. So there.
............ In The Eye Of The Beholder
The rock soon now to be anointed as a holy place, was covered with graffiti symbols and bird dung, most of it done by one creative fellow named Art. Of course the bird crap and symbolic ( mostly phallic) symbols were then called ART and later as more and more others contributed, 'Modern Art.' To most though it remained simply bird crap.
The Art crap rock was thereafter forever considered to be an apropos central meeting place for the clan for both worship or when stumping for election.
But I digress. Must be the sherry...:D
The elder confirmed that the great one must be pleased by the flapping holey sheep sheet and the need for a maiden to serve and he decreed that all should be respectful and perhaps bow down and they listened to the elder, and it was good.
And the clan members wishing to be apart of the religious experience began to circle around the rock of ages and began to chant "holy sheep sheet", "holey sheep sheet!"
Then it came to pass that one apparently chosen man on exiting the cavern did trip, and in so doing did mightily stub his toe where upon he didst set to hopping about on one foot then two then one again from the pain. All the while he didst hop he chanted loudly to the assembly "mea culpa", "mea culpa" which at that time meant (I hurt my humpin toe!) and the assembly pointed to the lights as they seemed brightened and flashed yet more in response to his wailing and they then also took to dancing about the rock hopping and chanting the mantra of "MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA".....and it seemed to help. Well, it didn't hurt.
The elder urged them on with a timely beat of an unused club on a rock, that they may be in unison with their hopping homage to the great light and it was good. Soon others to old or maim to continue dancing took to beating on the rock in cadence while the clan hopped, the chant went on and the maiden flapped the holey sheep sheet and the assembly did shout to the heavens, "Holey sheep Sheet! " Holey sheep Sheet! .....Mea Culpa!, "Holey sheep Sheet! " Holey sheep Sheet! .....Mea Culpa! I'm sure if you the reader really tries you can picture the ceremony...and it was good
................................ Covenant
The elder Tip, further decreed that since the lights of the north receded as a cock crowed, it was necessary to mark the stone were the young maiden stood with a sacrificed cock's blood. So the cock's head was cut as a ritual reminder of the great one's favor to the clan. This was to serve as a covenant with the great and magnificent master painter of the northern skies from this day foreword into enlightenment until the end of daze.
Slowly over nights the lights in the north grew weaker no matter how hard the maiden flapped her holey sheep sheet or how hard they danced and hopped and voiced their Mea Culpa or shouted "Holey sheep SHHHHEEEET!"
The following spring healthy children were born, the hunting was good, fruit was plentiful all signs indicating prosperity apparently resulting from their devotion.
The ceremonies continued since all feared the return of the days before they saw the light, the days of the bush that burned or before the Oval Orifice was spotted.
.................................Caveat
Of course they would need a new maiden from time to time that goes without saying.
......................... The Denouement & The Partisan
And the Lodytes? They were on a lower level and the other side of the tracks, deep in the cavern and of course never saw the light the religious fervor and cavorting, nor the light at the end of the tunnel. They remained ignorant of the way, unenlightened so to speak until they might hence find an orator to call their tune. It is reported that indeed in the darkest of days one did come forth and did over a short term find a way and manner to increase the Trog-Lodyte National poo doo doo Debt by more than $3 trillion in poop and doo doo loans since the anointed one took over the rock of ages and spake with a silken tongue unto the Trogs and Lodytes. Yea verily he dids't go forth and put them all in deep doo doo.
Still, some mingling of the clans did occur and these were known as Troglodytes, and many are yet known to be scornful of change and for their collective tunnel vision. It is said that if they don't get their act together the poo and doo doo will continue and bury them until the seventh generation. Oh what to doo doo?
And the lights are there in the sky yet again but alas some are yet too blind in their tunnel vision to see the light.
And there be those that choose their religion's lights to be sacrosanct and put their holey sheep sheet before their duty to one another. Can I have a mea culpa?
So the more things political or religious change the more they stay the same. Can I have an AMEN!
......................................The Beginning.
Copyright © 2012 [Peeves]. All Rights Reserved.
We don't have any real definitive evidence that religion developed any differently than in the manner I suggest in my delusional views of 'history.'
Nor of the biased opining of ..uh devolution of political parties. So I think my hypothesis is a reasonable approximation of sorts. If not, prove me wrong with anything,,,ah um preferably...written in stone.
Once upon a time before political parties and religion there were but unenlightened Troglodytes. Things 'basically, haven't much changed.
Once upon a time before political parties and religion there were but Trog-lodytes looking for ...something.
..........................Yea and can I have a Verily
And it came to pass many many grandmothers ago when the earth was flat and the brown bear had not yet turned white, a clan of Trogs lived in a cave, a tunnel like cavern they shared somewhat reluctantly with another clan.
The Trogs lived comfortably in the upper bright and airy end of the tunnel/cave which may have explained their reasonable and broad minded views. For reference we might call their entry way "The Broad way.'
The other clan were called the Lodytes and had found their way to the other and lower end of the cavern. The Lodytes entrance was narrow, oval, dark and their view was restricted by the mountain wall and unfortunately had an effect on their every view and a limited mentality. For reference purposes lets call that entrance the 'Oval Orifice' which had been initially spotted by a lecher named Bill.:rolleyes::lol: The most they could see was the light from the Trogs upper end of the tunnel and the sheer face of the mountain viewed from their tiny entrance way.
One today might suggest they suffered from sort of a tunnel vision..
................................... The Body Politic
The Trogs and Lodytes usually got along, but we all know what runs down hill so there were occasional differences and **** disturbances.
In the middle of the cavern were the ancient and revered tracks of the mighty Ursus spelaeus the now extinct cave bear.
The Lodytes lived on the other side of the tracks of course, and being lower, were usually looked down upon. They had different clan totems too. Trogs had a wooly mammoth totem that trumpeted loudly and incessantly and that never forgot, while the Lodytes had this mulish-donkey beast clan totem that always brayed heee hawww and pooped doo doo everywhere.
The Lodytes like to have the poo doo doo spread around so everyone had a share whether they deserved poo or not. It was good to fertilize things with and not much else but they didn't know that yet so they just spread poo equally as a commodity to boast about as in "I have more doo doo than you do do."
Since the Trogs had more poo than the Lodytes the Lodytes even took any mammoth poo they could at every opportunity from the Trogs doo doo poo pile. . In fact some Lodytes claimed the Trogs had had 99% of all the poo in existence which they yelled wasn't fair.. After all, they followed the wooly mammoth elephant beast that reigned poo doo doo down in vast quantities from a great height, while those following the donkey beast were but limited to their occasional shares of donkey doo-doo. At one time some fringe-d lodytes actually occupied a park place demanding more poo even though they couldn't explain why they should get more.
.......................The Ridiculous & The Profane
There was a large rock face a short distance from the Trogs cavern entrance . The large imposing rock was covered in graffiti written with sticks and bird poo. They of course could write words but,... didn't know what they were, after all they were cavemen and their mates of course. They just made simple marks that looked like this: mmm iut w hhh. hhh==0000 (.) (.) or (i) and sometimes just ..."wazzzup? "
Sometimes they managed by accident a word they liked such as POTUS or HUMP. One favorite word was P_O_O_P. They liked to say OH POOP! Another was in combination with P_O_T_U_S. They used that in swearing like when they hit their finger with a rock or when a bear was eating them they'd shout "POOPIN POTUS!" Another swear word combination was "LAW-YER!" They used that when they were really having a bad case of spousal conflict or when they had been cheated in a trade of a used club and found it was cracked or full of knots or termites. They'd scream that "POOPIN POTUS HUMPED me."
H_U_M_P was their very favorite swear word and they used it all the time, like "That HUMPING TROG" Or "That HUMPIN Lodyte" Both clans swore pretty much equally though they would deny that when interviewed.
Or .... The Hump might be used also as a pick up line when out 'clubbing' at the favorite watering hole, 'The Fermented Apple Tree.' The commonest pickup line being " Ug buu nanta wan ga clatu verata nictu ? Translated that being "Wanna Hump you stinky blond flat head with the hairy arm pit? or are you already clubbed?" If you're still using that one I suggest you're a wanna be cave man..Pick up lines were getting old even then.
...................................THE ILLUMINATION!
It came to pass on a night many snow cones and ice rinks ago there was a sign in the heavens, a curtain of colored, dancing northern lights like none that any had witnessed before. This awesome time they were to call henceforth the night of 'The Great Illumination'. (Men were from that time on asked of one another by pollsters "Do you see the light?" Many said "no, It hasn't registered, I'm not partisan, mark me down as independent.)
The first Trogs that saw the awesome frightening curtain of lights that flowed, flashed and danced in the northern sky, were paralyzed in awe. (Well I said it was awesome!)Some of those viewing shook in fright and crouched from behind rocks and watched the lights and trembled most violently. As they trembled and shook they spoke words in tongue, words in a tongue of course that none understood, but then they had few words any understood anyway. These early witnesses were later to be known as "Shakers." Those that shook and ran were to be called Movers and Shakers.
Meanwhile reportedly a young Trog maiden sister was having trouble sleeping.
The maiden's old holey sheepskin coverlet was quite uncomfortably stiff with sweat and it was itchy. Also no one had groomed her nits yesterday, so, half asleep she left her bed in the family cavern to shake out her holey sheep sheet in the fresh night air.
................Your powers of imagination are now to be put into order or you might find this just a plain funny picture of events, but who is to say it was otherwise....?
Taking the holey sheep sheet in both hands she stood by the large rock in front of the cavern where there was exposed a nice breeze. Then climbing on an even higher point she flapped and shook the holey sheep sheet with Vigor. (Vigor went everywhere with her, her pet parakeet.)
She was still foggy from sleep and was not immediately aware of the curtain of dancing heavenly colored lights above nor of the fearful tribe members huddled together behind rocks shaking and trembling in fear.
Those crouching were impressed with her bravery in standing alone before the lights and one then another exclaimed in encouragement for they thought, -"could it be true!" (that's second hand and hearsay, hardly empirical evidence, but I am reluctant to discount the oral tradition, - --for they noticed that in her flapping of the holey sheep sheet the dancing lights of the northern sky seemed to respond favorably. The maiden encouraged now by the brave family members, rigorously flapped her holey sheep sheet and surely it seemed to more and more that the lights most assuredly did react! The more she waved and flapped the holey sheep sheet the more brilliant and synchronous it appeared were the wavering polychromasia curtains of columnal cavorting colors. (Nothing to do with Sura 61 I do assure you.)
Excited by the young maiden's apparent ability to influence the lights they called for others to come forth (or fifth), from the cave to witness the wondrous lights dancing in response to the young maiden's flapping holey sheep sheet.
Surely they began to think, there must be something of a heavenly message in the wondrous display? And who could doubt them? The last inspirational reporting of a 'burning bush' they had briefly worshiped turned out to be of a poison ivy, and indeed it did burn those that had rashly accepted a Bush as an icon.
Those yet in the cave were awakened by the, calls and clamor of tongues, of ..oooo's and aaaawe's and they arose reluctantly from their sleepy stupor and listened to the now openly unafraid converted celebrating and their tale of the response to the lights... on Broadway..
Yea and verily in truth they did but scoff at first but then as some watched the maiden's flapping of the holey sheep sheet they wanted some faith, as do we all, and soon they too were converted. They joined the awestruck hoi polloi and the great unwashed and the Tea Party, and Occupiers....Well pretty near everyone even a few Luddites deigned to acknowledge the heaven's display apparently directed initially to the Trogs.
The assembled Trogs now stood amazed unafraid and in awe at the dancing display in the heavens. Some rolled boulders to the large rock so as to sit and kneel and they were later to be known as 'The Holy Rollers.'
Awakened, the clan's senior elder statesman called Tip, 'cause he never left one, didst appear on Broadway and while watching the young maiden's performance of flapping the holey sheep sheet, listened closely to the vox populi, the assembly's excitement.. Seeing an opportunity for yet more clan prestige he mounted the rock that had been there for the ages. (That's what they called it, "The Rock of Ages.")
Whereupon with the clan's attention, the inspired Tip spake unto to the maiden, "Yea verily thou art surely a maiden, a fair maiden of talent, an ingénue that must perform these rites and serve us in our need religiously.
You must indeed reach higher, you must avoid all contact with males and avoid the Fermented Apple Tree. You must flap your holey sheep sheet most religiously for you are the indeed the maiden chosen from ...the.. uh,:rolleyes::shrug: , our one and only choice. . ..Yes! reach even higher, reach unto the heavens, climb upon this ancient rock of ages and flap your holey sheep sheet in worship of the heavenly being that is honoring us with his light."
And it is said that she flapped her holey sheep sheet as none had flapped a holey sheep sheet before or even since or after or ever again, unto this very day. You may of course try, but first you need a holey sheep sheet and you need of course also be a maiden. So there.
............ In The Eye Of The Beholder
The rock soon now to be anointed as a holy place, was covered with graffiti symbols and bird dung, most of it done by one creative fellow named Art. Of course the bird crap and symbolic ( mostly phallic) symbols were then called ART and later as more and more others contributed, 'Modern Art.' To most though it remained simply bird crap.
The Art crap rock was thereafter forever considered to be an apropos central meeting place for the clan for both worship or when stumping for election.
But I digress. Must be the sherry...:D
The elder confirmed that the great one must be pleased by the flapping holey sheep sheet and the need for a maiden to serve and he decreed that all should be respectful and perhaps bow down and they listened to the elder, and it was good.
And the clan members wishing to be apart of the religious experience began to circle around the rock of ages and began to chant "holy sheep sheet", "holey sheep sheet!"
Then it came to pass that one apparently chosen man on exiting the cavern did trip, and in so doing did mightily stub his toe where upon he didst set to hopping about on one foot then two then one again from the pain. All the while he didst hop he chanted loudly to the assembly "mea culpa", "mea culpa" which at that time meant (I hurt my humpin toe!) and the assembly pointed to the lights as they seemed brightened and flashed yet more in response to his wailing and they then also took to dancing about the rock hopping and chanting the mantra of "MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA".....and it seemed to help. Well, it didn't hurt.
The elder urged them on with a timely beat of an unused club on a rock, that they may be in unison with their hopping homage to the great light and it was good. Soon others to old or maim to continue dancing took to beating on the rock in cadence while the clan hopped, the chant went on and the maiden flapped the holey sheep sheet and the assembly did shout to the heavens, "Holey sheep Sheet! " Holey sheep Sheet! .....Mea Culpa!, "Holey sheep Sheet! " Holey sheep Sheet! .....Mea Culpa! I'm sure if you the reader really tries you can picture the ceremony...and it was good
................................ Covenant
The elder Tip, further decreed that since the lights of the north receded as a cock crowed, it was necessary to mark the stone were the young maiden stood with a sacrificed cock's blood. So the cock's head was cut as a ritual reminder of the great one's favor to the clan. This was to serve as a covenant with the great and magnificent master painter of the northern skies from this day foreword into enlightenment until the end of daze.
Slowly over nights the lights in the north grew weaker no matter how hard the maiden flapped her holey sheep sheet or how hard they danced and hopped and voiced their Mea Culpa or shouted "Holey sheep SHHHHEEEET!"
The following spring healthy children were born, the hunting was good, fruit was plentiful all signs indicating prosperity apparently resulting from their devotion.
The ceremonies continued since all feared the return of the days before they saw the light, the days of the bush that burned or before the Oval Orifice was spotted.
.................................Caveat
Of course they would need a new maiden from time to time that goes without saying.
......................... The Denouement & The Partisan
And the Lodytes? They were on a lower level and the other side of the tracks, deep in the cavern and of course never saw the light the religious fervor and cavorting, nor the light at the end of the tunnel. They remained ignorant of the way, unenlightened so to speak until they might hence find an orator to call their tune. It is reported that indeed in the darkest of days one did come forth and did over a short term find a way and manner to increase the Trog-Lodyte National poo doo doo Debt by more than $3 trillion in poop and doo doo loans since the anointed one took over the rock of ages and spake with a silken tongue unto the Trogs and Lodytes. Yea verily he dids't go forth and put them all in deep doo doo.
Still, some mingling of the clans did occur and these were known as Troglodytes, and many are yet known to be scornful of change and for their collective tunnel vision. It is said that if they don't get their act together the poo and doo doo will continue and bury them until the seventh generation. Oh what to doo doo?
And the lights are there in the sky yet again but alas some are yet too blind in their tunnel vision to see the light.
And there be those that choose their religion's lights to be sacrosanct and put their holey sheep sheet before their duty to one another. Can I have a mea culpa?
So the more things political or religious change the more they stay the same. Can I have an AMEN!
......................................The Beginning.
Copyright © 2012 [Peeves]. All Rights Reserved.