Don't say we have come now to the end

white shores are calling

you and I will meet again

And you'll be here in my arms

just sleeping

The Truth about the "Sexual Revolution"

Once upon a time, there was a zoo. And in the zoo lived a big cage full of beautiful, fluffy, soft, sweet, innocent little bunnies. The bunnies lived in a cage, because all around them were the cages of Very Fierce Beasts. It was a pleasant enough cage, with room to hop around and munch on grass, and do their bunny things. But it was a cage nonetheless, and one day, one of them noticed.

"Hey," the newly-awakened bunny said, "Why do we have to live in a cage? I want to be free, to go wherever I want! What right do these "keepers" and "feeders" have to keep us locked up  like this?" And soon many of the other bunnies were saying the same.

The fox overheard them, and he said, "Yes, I agree! Give the bunnies their freedom!"

And the wolf heard too, and he said, "Yes, turn the bunnies loose!"

And the jackal agreed. And the hyena. And the coyote.

So the zookeepers came along, and heard all the clamour, and they tried to explain to the bunnies why they had to be kept in their cage. But the bunnies began to scream, and bite, and scratch, and kick, and positively hop up and down and run in circles with fury, until they became quite unmanageable, and unbearable. One of the bunnies protested, saying, "But the cage keeps us safe from the Beasts that want to devour us!" But the other bunnies just turned on her and tore her to shreds with their claws and teeth. The zookeepers held a meeting to discuss what to do. And so did the Very Fierce Beasts.

The wolf said, "I cannot wait for them to turn the sweet little bunnies loose, so I can devour them all."

"Yes, yes, yess," said the jackal. "I am soooo hungry for tender, soft bunny flesh."

The coyote said, "Si. We don't need no stinking cages." And he slavered and licked his lips.

The hyena just laughed.

But the fox said, "Wait, my friends; we must be clever. If we eat up all the bunnies at once, then we will have a nice meal, but then it will be over, and it will be back to old bits of scrap and hard bones for us. But if we pretend to be the bunnies' friends, and only take them a few at a time, then the bunnies can live among us, and continue to breed, and we will always have nice, soft, sweet bunny flesh to devour, forever and ever!"

All the Very Fierce Beasts approved this plan heartily, and so they went out, and added their voices to the general clamour, and began to abuse the zookeepers and accuse them of being oppressors, and slavekeepers, and all sorts of such horrible things, until at last the zookeepers gave up, and gave in, and turned the bunnies loose among the Very Fierce Beasts, where they were devoured and torn to pieces, one at a time, and continue to be to this very day.

The End

Rosary Sonata No. 11 in G Major, "The Resurrection"

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Well, I'm doing my part.

For Good Friday

MY God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me?

and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2 O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not;

and in the night season also I take no rest.
3 And thou continuest holy,

O thou Worship of Israel.
4 Our fathers hoped in thee;

they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They called upon thee, and were holpen;

they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm, and no man;

a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn;

they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8 He trusted in the LORD, that he would deliver him;

let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb;

thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.
10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born;

thou art my God even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not from me; for trouble is hard at hand,

and there is none to help me.
12 Many oxen are come about me;

fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13 They gape upon me with their mouths,

as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint;

my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my
tongue cleaveth to my gums,

and thou bringest me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs are come about me,

and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17 They pierced my hands and my feet: I may tell all my bones:

they stand staring and looking upon me.
18 They part my garments among them,

and cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD;

thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.

-- Psalm 22:1-19

I was standing in line at the store yesterday, where they had marks on the floor how far apart to stay. And I thought, "Stay at home unless you really have to go out. Avoid other people as much as possible. Keep your distance from everyone. Finally, a world I can live in." Now everyone is like me.