Although it’s Been Said Many Times, Many Ways

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Merry Christmas everyone.

9 thoughts on “Although it’s Been Said Many Times, Many Ways

  1. And ma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.
    When out on the Cobweb there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature CEO and eight tiny Lears.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
    Now Sergey! Now Tim! Now Jack and Larry!
    On Bill! On Mark! On Mike and Barry!
    So up to the country-top the coursers they flew,
    With a Chinese assembly line— and St. Economous too:
    And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each brown little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney St. Economous came with a bound:
    He was dress’d all in Armani, from his head to his foot,
    His options in the money, his vesting not in dispute.
    A bundle of H-1B visas was flung on his back,
    And he look’d like a Republican addressing his PAC.
    His eyes — how they twinkled. His accountant–how merry,
    His Ferraris red as roses, his mistress’ ass like a cherry;
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And he laugh’d when saw my sub-nine figure wealth.
    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    Moving factories out and aliens in; then turn’d with a jerk,
    And laying his middle finger aside of his nose
    And giving a nod, up the Forbes 400 he rose.
    He sprung to his jet, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew, like a pink slip dismissal.
    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
    Happy barrios to all and to all a good blight!

  2. Admin,

    I remember an exchange with you not so long ago concerning churchians whose faith led them to purchase, oops, I mean adopt, third world kids as moral fashion accessories. The front page of the Christmas edition of my newspaper features a missionary family that has a adopted a half dozen third worlders, many with severe disabilities. While the article coos adopt diversity and inclusion, they don’t mention whether the kids qualify for SSI (my guess is that they do). A money quote:

    http://www.timesfreepress.com/news/local/story/2014/dec/25/living-gods-love-they-were-unwanted-children-risley-family-they-are-treasured-and-theres-always-room-more/279735/

    “Now the Sunday school classes at Lookout Mountain Presbyterian Church are dotted with little boys and girls from Uganda, Haiti, China and Korea.”

    “There really is a whole group of people, including the Risleys, who are very intentional about sharing their lives and their homes,” said Patricia Lindley, a friend of the family. “These are all families who do have biological children but really are taking seriously what the scriptures say about caring for widows and orphans and the distressed.”

    Well now. I am glad that your desire to serve Jeesus has inflicted Ugandans and Haitians on my biological children. And who will support those special little 80 IQ projects once you slip this mortal coil and abscond to rock candy mountain with Buddy Jeesus? Oh yes, my offspring.

    I hope that their five second spiritual orgasm was worth my children’s future.

  3. That article was difficult to read.

    In 2008, with five healthy biological children of their own, Jon and Sarah Risley began adopting children from overseas. Now, with 10 kids, their clan is more than four times larger than the average American family.

    And the family is still growing. The couple and three of their older kids are spending this Christmas in China picking up three more children, as grandparents and older siblings stay behind to care for the little ones.

    I don’t enjoy saying this since there are so many Christians I know and respect. But this is psychopathy. They are moral hoarders. No more rational than Immelda Marcos with her thousands of shoes or the wretched souls showcased for ridicule on reality tee-vee. Though far more destructive in their obsession than either, alas.

    If there is a God whose ledger is weighed as these people believe, surely five previous adoptees have already maximized the credit he will extend for this activity. Yet they continue with three more on the way, and no apparent inclination to cease after that.

    And as you note there is no acknowledgement, as there is almost certainly no thought, of the potential costs and effects on those around them. Utterly oblivious. It’s their calling. Their feelings. Their decision. They’re like Francois Hollande taking stock in a whorehouse: We We We We. Who else exists in the universe? Just God, and their little brown backstage passes.

    The tunnel into which we have burrowed is very deep indeed.

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