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January 01, 2009

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Father M.

Vivian,

Perhaps if the BBC hired the sock monkey to give the Christmas address it would at least lend visual interest?

To beat Mr Cusack to the punch, isn't it HM the Sock Monkey rather than HRH? Oh, and Mrs. P., just for you...
http://gthg.blog.is/blog/gthg/image/710894/

V.

Thanks, Father. Thanks a whole lot. Now Mrs. P will want me to write a piece detailing exactly how HRH would say, "Do you want fries with that?" and "Can I super-size you?"

You may have noticed that I have broken my solemn oath to withhold all comments, hewing to my well-founded belief that the unwashed, teeming masses that Americans pretend to love so much have nothing useful to say. But I must make an exception in your case. First of all, you are a priest and I must budget against the possibility of drawing you in the confessional one of these days. (Remember, I run with The Baz.) Second, Mrs. P informs me that you swank about with a Spanish coat of arms. As one American heretic rebel put it, if we do not hang together we will most assuredly hang separately.

George Pal

Vivian,

“small task force… limited strike… quiet suburban neighborhood… American heartland.”

I am in no position to come to the defense of PP so I chime in as prospective “acceptable collateral damage”. In your advisory capacity to HRH please inform her and her task force that the American heartland is a dangerous place and that they would do well to remember the words of Tulley Bascombe: “Remember, men. There is nothing wrong with surrendering to overwhelming powers, as long as it is done in a military manner.”

Father M.

By the way, today is Sir Basil's name day.

An excerpt from today's breviary reading from a sermon on Basil the Great by St. Gregory Nazianzen seems appropriate:

"I was not alone at the time in my regard for the great Basil. I knew his irreproachable conduct, and the maturity and wisdom of his conversation. I sought to persuade others, to whom he was less well known, to have the same regard for him. Many fell immediately under his spell, for they had heard of him by reputation and hearsay.

What was the outcome? Almost alone of those who had come to Athens to study he was exempted from the customary ceremonies of initiation for he was held in higher honor than his status of a first year student seemed to warrant…."

Mrs. Peperium

This has become a highly entertaining comment thread. Thank you gentlemen.

NBS

Re: The Queen in her McDonald's uniform, Mrs. NBS wants to know what creme she uses to keep her arms so youthful. It is probably some very pricey "by appointment to" item, but still, perhaps someone knows. Maybe Vivian.

Father M.

NBS:
I think it is the Burger King that makes the McMonarch stay so youthful.

Mrs. Peperium

Father M., do you know what? After you penned all of this about St. Basil, a (Greek) friend came by with the gift of a St. Basil cake for us complete with lemon zest and hidden coin. We had it for breakfast this morning. St. Basil got the first slice and he did not get the coin. Mr. P got the 2nd slice - no coin and he was doing the slicing. when all the slicing was done, it turned out, none of us got the coin, including the Rev. Sharpton (our pit bull). But we all thought, including the Rev. it is a delicious cake.

Now, I'm wondering what to do with St. Basil's piece...is it kosher to give it to the squirrels?

Father M.

Mrs. P.,
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. If you had found the coin it would cause you to yell "Orpa!" and start throwing plates... Squirrels are okay but a piece of Basil cake is not for the birds.

Mrs. Peperium

Father M., in Detroit we have something called Greektown but it's actually Greek Street. When there's a fire on Greek Street all the waiters run out screaming Orpa and douse the flames with lemon wedges.

Mr. P and I have actually done those Greek dances where you throw plates - at a wedding. We had a blast.

As for the St. Basil cake, not being Greek we did it wrong. We supposed to slice the entire thing up. So re-caculating the cake we have determined that had we sliced it properly it was Prudence Garland our calico tabby who got the coin.

Oh, and you crack me up. Thanks.


Mr. P

Let's get some basic things straight.

"Orca" is a killer whale in a bad science fiction movie. Some people think it's "Oprah", but they have been misled by the cover of the Midnight Globe.

"Opa" is what Greek waiters yell when setting pieces of cheese ablaze in crowded public spots and dousing them with lemon wedges.

"Orpa" is a nonsense code word invented by the Jesuits to indicate which heretic was next on the hit list.

Mrs. P thinks you must have given in to your Spanish blood and thrown in what she calls an extra Castillian "r". But remember, she also used to think Detroit was in Ohio.

dareboy

To Sir Basil: Dear Baron, may i mention your privety was exactly understood here, still got a number of question to Sir Basil about Hell Fire club, and the Salisbery area, please, let me know untill the my shirt is still clean as my Moscow morning.

Andrew 2009.

Basil Seal

I see that Fr. M has noticed why I was named Basil...Good eye Fr. M...And V., remember the "pearls before swine" and all that...Dareboy, I will tell you anything you want to know, and I really like the long comments in Russian, as long as you're saying nice things, of course...But I'll take your word for it...And if you're all nice to old Sir Basil, I'll tell you what Her Majesty carries in her ever present purse...V. knows...

dareboy

Sir Basil, could you be so kind to inculude your subjective view, your advice are welcome for nex generation in Moscow who would join the Eton+Brighton University.
ohh.. well, enough of me glared at W. Scott.

Crackie (Who Thinks Geography Is Overrated, Especially Midwestern

Mr. P, Why it is so terrible to have thought that Detroit was in Ohio? Michigan and Ohio have a common border, after all (I know for sure because I checked before writing this post.)

Mrs. Peperium

Thank you Crackie. Mr. P always ignores my reasoning that no one in Michigan, himself included, would notice if Detroit one day picked up its skirts and moved to Ohio.

Old Dominion Tory

I think many people in Ohio would notice such a move, however, and do all they could to send Detroit right back home.

Mrs. Peperium

Too true and the reason why can be found in the MSM:

"In Detroit for instance, Century 21 Villa owner Randy Eissa has a three-bedroom, one-bath bungalow of about 1,000 square feet listed at just $500. It's a nice place with lots of light, but it needs a total rehabilitation inside, which Eissa estimates will cost between $15,000 and $20,000. But that's not bad, considering that the home last sold for $72,000 in late 2007, according to Zillow.com."

There are over 700 HOMES in Detroit selling for under $1000. But, the MSM doesn't tell us why. It is because when the homes go into foreclosure, the Detroiters go in and strip thehome of everything strippable which kills the value of the home and drives down all the values of the surrounding properties down. The house cited above lost $71,500 in value in probably less than one year's time. I'd love to know how many homes in Detroit are selling for less than 10 grand. That would be an eye opening figure I'm sure..

We have squatters from Detroit in the foreclosed properties here but they have not been able to strip the houses yet. If that begins to happen, forget it....

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