I have been saved!
Hooray! Just one short hour ago I received the message of the almighty and a complimentary copy of The Watchtower. Two entirely too friendly bible-thumpers showed up at our door step and read to me a passage about the meek:
"Blessed are the meek for they shall eat potatoes."
Something like that, I think.
Oh wait... I'm sorry. They inherit the earth. That's right. It seemed so arbitrary I had trouble remembering.
But if one considers the rules that nature seems to follow (i.e. survival of the fittest and all that rot) it seems unlikely to me that these so-called "meek" shall inherit anything.
I mean, let's just say they do for a second. Let's say all "the bold" are taken to heaven... or hell, or wherever they are supposed to go when this ineritance takes place. Won't these meek be overrun by lions are something? Won't their crops be ravaged by pests? I mean, the truly meek don't strike me as the type to set up means to destroy other animals just to make more room for themselves and their food. By definition the people that would do that aren't really meek, are they?
Also: does the name of their publication, The Watchtower, sound very meek to you? I'm just trying to picture the meetings for this one...
Ezekial: Hear ye, hear ye! We now hereby commence this the meeting of The Meek. Last week's minutes please.
Goliath: Last week we talked about crushing our enemies, spewing our rhetoric, and aggresively trying to convert everybody to be meek. Just like us.
Ezekial: Excellent! I shall now open the floor to discussion. Yes, you sir. The plain, un-assuming man with the bad posture and large, puppy-dog eyes.
Bob: Um. Yes, hi. Thank you so much. I don't want to be a bother... I'll just sit back down--
Ezekial: No bother, sir. Please, speak.
Bob: Well, I was just thinking that maybe... um... well, you're not exactly meek, are you?
Ezekial: What?!?!? How dare you!?!?! Guards of the meek, seize him!
Bob: Of course. You're right. Sorry. Sorry.
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