Ben Teotwawki

You OK?

To post or not to post? No post, alarms go off. Like the LifeVest against SCA two years ago. Its own mind, alarm, idiosyncracies and voice. When the gong sounded, it shouted “treatment imminent bystanders do not touch the device.” With five seconds to zap you deewell better panic, find, press and hold the stop button or get on the ground, otherwise it’s fixin’ to knock you on your bee. So, post or expect email, phone, questions, You OK? 

Post what? Heisman? Deserves it, earned it, cinched it in Tuscaloosa. Diocese of South Carolina? Hell in a handbasket with a duplicitous bishop leading the Last Remnant of the One True Church through a tempest in the Episcopal teapot. Fiscal Cliff? Round up the usual suspects and jail them in a cell where they can hear the carpenters. Afghanistan? Out, now. Israel? Read Pogo. Syria? No asylum from crimes against humanity. December 21? Son of Teotwawki. Sunday School this morning? Malachi and/or Luke. 

Yep, fine, why?

T