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Jet, Jigs & Junkets

Let us turn our gaze away from Washington this week.

Jets.  Such a fuss at the Los Angeles airport recently.  Two different pilots, while approaching the runway for landing, reported seeing a “man with a jet pack” flying close to their planes.  It truly caused a ruckus with the identity of the jet pack-attired man in question still being unknown.  Listen, I say it was bound to happen.  We’ve all seen the central building at that airport.  It was built in 1961 in the city which is also home to Hanna Barbera.  In 1962, Hanna Barbera created The Jetsons.  At SOME point, a plane is gonna cross paths with Brother George Jetson trying to get home from work.  I’m just surprised it’s taken this long.  STOP THIS CRAZY THING!

Jigs.  I am continuously amazed at what passes for entertainment on television these days.  It seems that “reality” shows, or shows featuring some sort of contest, rule the airwaves now.  (Quotes added by me for clarification.)  In my day, if a celebrity found their career on a downswing, they could always be propped up by an appearance on The Love Boat.  These days, “celebrities” get trotted out to dance a jig on Dancing With the “Stars”.  (Quotes added by me for clarification.)  This season’s cavalcade of choreographed characters reads like a Who’s Who of who the heck are they?  Sister Carol Baskin gets national exposure on this program for putting a bunch of cats in cages and possibly pulverizing an ex-husband.  Most of the remaining cast members I wouldn’t know if they ran into me at the Walmart.  However, I do want to point out an error in their list, as they have listed both that sodomite ice skater, Johnny Weir as well as someone named Nelly.  Isn’t that redundant?

Junkets.  In another glorious moving of the Lord in the world, scripture came alive right here my home state of Texas.  Scores of our President’s faithful descended upon Lake Travis for a junket of boats as if Peter himself were organizing a fishing trip.  It was to be a powerful display of support and marine power for Brother Trump.  As the armada set forth onto the waters, the larger and mightier of the boats caused a multitude of water to swirl on the surface.  Lesser boats were left to be tossed or sunk amid the waves.  It all brought to mind scripture.  Turning to the Gospel of Matthew, let us turn to Chapter 8, verse 24 where we read “And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves; but Jesus Himself was asleep.”  Brothers and Sisters, heed ye the Bible.  Never have a boat party during Jesus’ nap time.  Let us pray.