Judge,

I'm bored. Would you please write a story about hunting lions in Tanzania with Pierre? 30ott6 would appreciate it if you would throw in a smattering of leopard and buffalo. It would certtainly help pass the time for all of us.

And maybe a paragraph on Ray and your dog?

Just do not show any pictures of your jammies....
And do not talk about you and that guy on the couch.

Judge G,

We all would enjoy one of your well exicuted feats of word smithing.

Hog Killer

PS: May be something with: "the spent brass at my feet"??

The muse is resting. A bottle of Oban might wake his sorry ass up, though.

Is Lent over already

Hog Killer

Isn't St. Bobby Burns Day a Feast Day, or something like that???



Anyway, I sent the Pope some chicken soup and he gave me a dispensation or an indulgence or one of those excuses.

JudgeG,

Either is worth holding onto until you really need it! Got any ideas how you might put it to good use?

Remeber, Lent is a time to reflect upon the simple truth: non posse non peccare

Only 23 days to go...

friar

I am a Baptist and don't "officially" observe Lent. I do, however, understand the original reason for the practice, the excesses of Fat Tuesday excepted. To me, Lent is a very real way to focus on Christ's Sacrifice (capital letters used are herein intended).

My little sacrifices/pledges don't compare, of course, to the fact that Jesus took upon himself, as God, the sins, the deserved punishment, and the consequenses thereof of all of us... as the Perfect Substitute for what we, plainly, earn. To me, the Cross is just the beginning of what He did. The battle, victory and resurection are my joy.

Did I ever say I used to teach Sunday School?

I can joke, and I'm sorry if I offended you, but I can believe and act upon that belief. With a little help from my Friend... that is.. and when I pay attention... I do.

And, the "tag line" below is not entirely made in jest. There aren't a lot of mountains in the Selous.. but I've had "mountain top" experiences, there."

One more thing... I really admire Saeed's letting me so reflect, and respecting my thoughts. It is about impossible not to respect his faith when he gives me the opportunity to so expound. God Bless him.

It was a dark and stormy night. Somewhere across the gorge of the Zambezi valley, a lion gave its long and lonesome call, ending in a series of hacking coughs. Somewhere in the darkness, the old tom leopard takes a crunchy and sanguinary bite of the putrid warthog haunch that had been hung a week ago in the high limbs of an acacia tree by my faithfull trackers, Silence and Invisible. Crawling with maggots from days under the hot African sun, the warthog was ambrosia to the hungry, spotted devil, man killing leopard. Tossing my fezz from my head, and taking another swile of the Jack Daniels bottle beside my bed, then washing it down with a big gulp of Amarula, I oiled and polished my trusty 45/70, preparing for another day in the thick jess, where an angry cape buffalo, tick birds clinging to every crevice of the thick boss of a 52 inch spread of horns, and looking to all the world as if I was just someone else who owed him money, waited to make the decision of how he wanted to die, and would finally end up as just black death at my feet. Taking another sweating Tusker beer from the cooler at the foot of the bed, popping the top, and sipping the cooling liquid, I took a delightful whiff of the mopane smoke from the dwindling camp fire. Placing my monicle in my right eye, I examined the list of suggested tips that my rugged PH had presented to me for the third time. What's this $300 for the kitchen staff, $200 for the game scout, $500 for the gun bearer, $100 each for the other 10 camp staff, $250 for the Mogabe reelection fund. How am I going to pay this and the $4,500 customs clearance fee? Not counting the $900 in wounded and lost fee from the three impalas that I missed on the first day. As I reach for the Jack Daniels bottle, the chug, chug, chug of the camp generator being turned off, gives brief warning of the room being plunged into sudden darkness. Groping in the darkness for the bottle, I become intangled in the mosquito net hanging above the bed and...(to be continued)

RBHunt, my friend:

I thought that Saturday Night Live was about perfect. However, Dan, John and company could have used your wit. Thank you for brightening a not-so-good evening. I love one-ups-man-ship!

JudgeG,

I didn't mean to dis' you, bro! Sorry if I gave that impression.

the non posse non peccare, "not possible not to sin" is one of my favorites. Its fuller context (which I believe, is attributed to St. Augustine) is:

Posse non peccare; non posse non peccare; non posse peccare

or, "Possible not to sin (as in pre-Fall); not possible not to sin (present); not possible to sin (the future kingdom)."

It reminds me of the quote about a day "when we will not borrow all our joy from hope."

p.s. I like your tag!

God bless,

friar

RBHunt - What a hoot!

RB- Please, do continue.

But, of course, continue, RB. (Gotta put in all the commas my students dropped from their papers). And a little sanguination on the uses, foibles, and attributes of your .45/70.

RB...what a hoot!
Brightened my day.

RB,



Love it!

Cheers,
Canuck

RB

Way to go, any time the judge is out of sorts, probably misplaced his single malt, I hope you will sally forth. Lets hear some more.

CFA

CFA,

Glad to be able to stand in. Waiting for the right "inspiration" to continue.

I will step in here and hopefully add some levity to the mood here, and respectfully ask my friend the Judge to tell the story of the snake that he almost sat on in the Kwazulu/Natal last year. That story will definitely brighten up an evening.

RB,

loved it! I will join the others in encouraging you to continue.

Regards,

Mark