would help, can you pull one off?”
“Rash, get out of here, come back with a plan to combat this bat-crap. This is getting crazier than I thought possible. A Saint? Really? I’ve seen everything now. Who thinks this crap up?”
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The world’s media picks up on the New York Slimes story; it spreads around the world like a brush fire in the drought-stricken Southern California brush. It’s the lead story on every news program. “Obsma for sainthood?”
“Obsma for second Nobel Peace Prize.”
“# Obsma for Sainthood”
“Ron, here is proof the world has gone completely crazy. Sainthood? Really?”
Kathy comes into our family room, sitting next to me, she smiles saying, and can you imagine people having little plastic statues of Obsma on their dashboards? Saint Obsma? People today are so uneducated; they react to sound bites as if it’s the truth.”
“Brad, I saw sign up sheets in the supermarket, they’re asking people to sign up to support him. People were in the parking lot asking everyone to sign a petition to the Pope. I got fifteen tweets today from people I barely know asking me to forward their #Obsma for Sainthood. Whoever thought this up has a complete plan. It’s only making us look much worse. Most of the people pushing this idea have no idea what the repercussions of it are.”
“Honey, they don’t need to know, or understand, they’re just tools someone is using. I’m betting it’s only a day or so before Reid comes out with a statement. He’s politically smart; he’ll wait for the movement to gain speed and its spread around the world, and then he’ll come out to endorse it because the people want it. Yup, we’re screwed. This makes it look like President Brownstone killed a Saint. Even if he could have gotten a fair trial, he won’t now. He’s lost, as a country we’ve lost.”
“Ron, do you think this is going to stir up more issues around town?”
“Brad, for sure, last week we had flag shirt fights, this week, it's going to be Saint shirts. I better check in at the station. See you tomorrow.”
“Hey, old buddy, do you remember us telling you we’re going away for the weekend?”
“Oh yea, Williamsburg, right?”
“Right, we’re leaving early tomorrow and we’ll be back late Sunday.”
“Hope you guys have a great time.”
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“Your Holiness, none of us know where the push to appoint President Obsma a Saint came from. It just seemed to blow up out of nowhere. Not a whisper, not a single word, and five hours later it’s the lead story on every news program. Every newspaper, every web site, is pushing for his appointment.”
“Did anyone bother to tell the average reporter, the church doesn’t appoint or make a person a saint. We only recognize them. Only God makes a saint. We, the church only tell their story.”
“Your Holiness, since the process is a long one, might we begin it, if for no other reason than to show we are listening to the common person?”
“Cardinal Tomoko, I will not allow the Holy Church to be used in this child’s game. Obsma was no Saint. He was not holy; he didn’t even believe in God, the Son or the Holy Spirit.”
“Your Holiness, because the f irst step in the process is an investigation of Obsma’s life, undertaken by an expert, we can select an expert who will take a very long time to do a very complete review. The investigation won’t be completed for many years. We’ll be seen as going along with the wishes of the people while at the same time slowing the process down so that the average person will forget all about it by the time our expert has completed their research.”
“Cardinal, you’re suggesting the Church play a part in this scheme? I have difficulty believing you, of all of the Cardinals, is suggesting we go along with this.”
“Your Holiness, there is much in it for the Church. Those in Hollywood have pledged to donate $100,000 million to the church for us making an
“Rash, get out of here, come back with a plan to combat this bat-crap. This is getting crazier than I thought possible. A Saint? Really? I’ve seen everything now. Who thinks this crap up?”
@@@@@
The world’s media picks up on the New York Slimes story; it spreads around the world like a brush fire in the drought-stricken Southern California brush. It’s the lead story on every news program. “Obsma for sainthood?”
“Obsma for second Nobel Peace Prize.”
“# Obsma for Sainthood”
“Ron, here is proof the world has gone completely crazy. Sainthood? Really?”
Kathy comes into our family room, sitting next to me, she smiles saying, and can you imagine people having little plastic statues of Obsma on their dashboards? Saint Obsma? People today are so uneducated; they react to sound bites as if it’s the truth.”
“Brad, I saw sign up sheets in the supermarket, they’re asking people to sign up to support him. People were in the parking lot asking everyone to sign a petition to the Pope. I got fifteen tweets today from people I barely know asking me to forward their #Obsma for Sainthood. Whoever thought this up has a complete plan. It’s only making us look much worse. Most of the people pushing this idea have no idea what the repercussions of it are.”
“Honey, they don’t need to know, or understand, they’re just tools someone is using. I’m betting it’s only a day or so before Reid comes out with a statement. He’s politically smart; he’ll wait for the movement to gain speed and its spread around the world, and then he’ll come out to endorse it because the people want it. Yup, we’re screwed. This makes it look like President Brownstone killed a Saint. Even if he could have gotten a fair trial, he won’t now. He’s lost, as a country we’ve lost.”
“Ron, do you think this is going to stir up more issues around town?”
“Brad, for sure, last week we had flag shirt fights, this week, it's going to be Saint shirts. I better check in at the station. See you tomorrow.”
“Hey, old buddy, do you remember us telling you we’re going away for the weekend?”
“Oh yea, Williamsburg, right?”
“Right, we’re leaving early tomorrow and we’ll be back late Sunday.”
“Hope you guys have a great time.”
@@@@@
“Your Holiness, none of us know where the push to appoint President Obsma a Saint came from. It just seemed to blow up out of nowhere. Not a whisper, not a single word, and five hours later it’s the lead story on every news program. Every newspaper, every web site, is pushing for his appointment.”
“Did anyone bother to tell the average reporter, the church doesn’t appoint or make a person a saint. We only recognize them. Only God makes a saint. We, the church only tell their story.”
“Your Holiness, since the process is a long one, might we begin it, if for no other reason than to show we are listening to the common person?”
“Cardinal Tomoko, I will not allow the Holy Church to be used in this child’s game. Obsma was no Saint. He was not holy; he didn’t even believe in God, the Son or the Holy Spirit.”
“Your Holiness, because the f irst step in the process is an investigation of Obsma’s life, undertaken by an expert, we can select an expert who will take a very long time to do a very complete review. The investigation won’t be completed for many years. We’ll be seen as going along with the wishes of the people while at the same time slowing the process down so that the average person will forget all about it by the time our expert has completed their research.”
“Cardinal, you’re suggesting the Church play a part in this scheme? I have difficulty believing you, of all of the Cardinals, is suggesting we go along with this.”
“Your Holiness, there is much in it for the Church. Those in Hollywood have pledged to donate $100,000 million to the church for us making an
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