by Nuggetdigger on Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:47 pm
Amen Brotha John
and here is my tuesday evening surmon
"And The Great Father came down from the heavens and said unto me "gather around you what is yours" and i did. he spoke the words of glittering gold under the still waters and he told me to go forth and bring these glittering pieces to the surface for all to see"
"so i did"
"thus the native called unto him in protest and greed and told The Great Father of his jealously of his white brother and asked The Great Father "why dost thou give my white brother the abilities and allow my white brother to remove these pieces of yellow metal from the earth and allowist my white brother to gather the wealth of the earth unto him?"
at that moment, the great father spoke and said
"my Son, i have created all of my sons of the earth equally, but my son who seeketh the glittering yellow pieces spends his time communing with the nature that i have bestowed on the Earth,he takeths the time to take care of his family, feed and clothe them with loaves and fishes ( and the occasional elk steak) and take care of and enjoy the nature i have bestowed upon all of my children. he taketh the time to pick up after those who have sought to litter the earth with pop cans,worm cartons and cigarrette butts,to clean the earths waterways of poisonous things that may hurt the wildlife and endanger my sons and daughters of the earth, and use the shiney yellow metal to take care of and feed his family,he telleth the truth and lives a fairly wholesome life...what does my native son do besides hurteth and killeth the populations of the fishes ive placed on this earth for all of my sons to feed their familes by using forked spears and nets to capture and kill them by the thousands, and then blame the destruction of the fishes on my white sons who want nothing but to be left alone. my native son, you goeth to my sons leaders and deceive them with tales that my white sons are hurting the fishes by removing their spawning areas and hurting the young of the earth fishes.my white sons work hard at trying to find this shiney yellow metal to use to help his family to get the things they needeth to survive. he leads a loving wholesome life and take the time to teach his children love for all of his brothers.
Eventually, all things merge into one my native son, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are shiney gold nuggets, and some of the words are theirs....what do you do my native son?"
and the native son said
"build casinos!"
The Great Reverend Nuggetdigger
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"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and justice shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness for he is truely his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children and I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brother and you will now my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. "
YOU ARE THE WEAK, AND I AM THE TYRANNY OF EVIL MEN
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The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants
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A good friend will help you move...a GREAT friend will help you move a body....a BEST FRIEND will help you BURY IT