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In Reply to: Behold, my precious children who turn me on posted by little "j" jesus on October 15, 2002 at 21:28:20:
(Mama was watching a TV show on a grain shipment to India and the documentary was explaining how due to government waste, much of the grain was lost to rats in the wareshouses. Mama began weeping profusely, blew her nose very, very loudly in a hanky, then held up the snotty wad as an offering to the heavens. Her handmaiden/secretary began to prophesy:)
Behold, even as Mother Mary doth hold up the mucous of her nose as an offering pleasing in thy sight, yea, do not my children give that which is holy unto the rats. Yea, do not our own SGs pass on hot new Mama letters to the vicious Vandari outside the gates of New Jerusalem. For yea, without are dogs,and without are rats who do eat that which is precious, the heavenly manna of Mama, the revelation of bloody Vandari, and yea, have not the rats devoured it and trampled it underfoot? Did not I indeed truly say, Cast not your manna to the rats, lest they trample it underfoot and turn again and rend thee? I mean, I said something to that effect, right?
(Mama lowers the snot-filled hanky slowly and sadly, weeping and feeling sorry for herself.)
Mama: We're going to have to stop up the gaps, you know, excommunicate all our SGs, all of them. Everyone under forty is going to have to be cast out of the Family. We justwant the old tried and proved ones, right? I mean, if they're going to pass the Mama manna to the exmembers, that which is holy, what good are they?
