Tag: HUMOR

MUSE, BEUHLER, DILLING, KRUG

What happens when a society rejects its roots, and hundreds and thousands of years of standards, markers, principles, guidelines and wisdom, with no honest reference to what made that society great? Here’s a little word-picture, beginning with four names…

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MUSE, BEUHLER, DILLING, KRUG;

MUSE, BEWLER, DILLY, KRUG;

MUS, BOOLA POOLA, GOOP;

MUSH, PooLa, DRIBBLYGOOP;

MOOSE PUKA, GIBBLERLYKLOOP;

MOOSE PUK GILLERYPLOOP;

MOOSE POOK GILLERY POOP;

MOOSPook,GLIBbRYPOOP;

mOOzEPOokRILLIbByPOO;

MzpOOkRIbBLPOO;

ZmPKribBBbBILOO;

zpKIBBILEoO;

zpiBbILL;

IbbIL;

ILL.

BOREDOMNESS

Bored. Boredom. Bore. Boring. Boredness. Boringness.  Boredomness. Boreder. Boredest. Boreocity. Boredomicity. Borology. Boreocitous. Boreocitiness. Boreociphy.  Bordomidity. Boringicitinizationality. Boreonitis. Borography. Borosophy. Boreociphilus. Boredomicityness. Boreometrics. Boreometer. Boreometricity. Boreometricityness.  Boreo-eccentric. Boreo-eccentricity. Aurora Borealis. Borealis Australis. Borealis Japonicus. Bore Rabbit. Borebank. Spectral boreocity. Spacial boredomity. Specio-boredomity. Specio-boranalityometrification. Paleo-boredomity. Acute boredomity. Aggrovated boredomity. Terminal boredom. Terminally boring. Terminal boredomity. Digital Boreometer. Boreodictomy. Acute Borificational Disorder. Borificationality. Locationally bored. Anti-borationality. Pseudo-borationality. Boreometriculation. Boreometriculatory. Boroanlyticaliditationality. Boreotic. Boreotalisis. Boreoanalysis. Spectro-boreoanalysis. Boreoctoalnalysis. Boreomastitis. Boreatric. Boreatrically. Boreatriculosity. Boreotricityomallisis. Extreme borealidityness. Post-personaleoboriditification. Pre-personaleoboriditificationally. Pre-extrapaleoboriditificationally.

Is anyone bored yet?

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“Boredomness” © Nick Fisher Feb. 2018

THE MOST DREADED NAME!

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More hated than “Hitler”! More repulsive than “the Ripper”! More nefarious than “Nero”…!

The other day an associate of mine expressed his hatred for a large bill-board advertising a local church. Its message was “hope”, and its object was Jesus Christ. “That’s the kind of thing that really makes me mad” he said. “Such things shouldn’t be visible, they should be illegal”.

Isn’t it strange that for the atheist-the man who alone can think “logically”, “scientifically” and  “reasonably”, the one scary thing in the universe is not the fact that his nation is in debt to the tune of eighteen trillion dollars, not the fact that Islamists have made inroads all the way to the top of his nation’s political scene, not the knowledge that since the 1960s fifty-nine million babies have been legally aborted in the US alone, and not the belief in death with nothing beyond: it’s the mention of the name “Jesus”, and of his followers, “Christians”.

Even the term “Christmas” is avoided like the plague.

Perhaps one of the greatest ironies of human history is that the day is coming when everyone-including the atheist-will have to acknowledge the name of Jesus, whether they like it or not:

“Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him a name above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father” (Philippians 2:9-11).

MY TEN GREATEST EXPERIENCES 7: LAUGHING WITH MATES

000_0842Some of my favorite experiences are not once-only events but types, and one of the best and most memorable pleasures of life so far has been having a laugh with some good friends…

My idea of a real friend is someone I can relax and be myself with-not someone I have to force myself to chuckle at small-talk with. I’ve had a number of close friends over the years: all, unfortunately, a long way from where I live now. Of those good friends the one I’ve had the most laughs with is a bloke called Terence Ruffle. Terence is one of those people who loved to laugh and would make light of almost any situation. Even in a mildly disastrous conundrum, and perhaps after some brief initial shock, Terence would turn things into a joke, so that it didn’t seem to be half as bad as it would if you were with someone else who took things seriously. I’m not talking here about out of place mockery, flippancy, ridicule or rudeness, but good-humored fun, and always pithy, witty and imaginative. It was these qualities in his humor which made me laugh so much-the cleverness and inventiveness of his words and observations. I only wish I could supply an illustration of his verbal inventiveness, but I have a terrible memory for word-for word conversation, and I’m afraid I couldn’t do him justice.

However, to illustrate the general tone of his positive spirits and good humor, I relate to you an incident in which he and I decided late one night to visit someone who lived on a barge. The tide was low, and the barge was moored next to the quay on the famed Blackwater River, probably with a few others which would have been “parallel parked”. Taking the lead in our venture, I stepped from the quayside, expecting to connect my foot with the edge of the barge, and instead fell between the two. I just managed to hook a hand on each side, so that I was hanging like a letter “Y”, suspended several feet above deep, deep mud and dirty water.

What was Terry doing? He was laughing his head off. To him this was a hilarious spectacle. It wasn’t a sadistic laugh: it never was with Terence, because he was too caring even of his enemies. I know he would most definitely have been somber and immediately helpful if he thought I was in any danger or if I was hurt.

After gaining a minute or two of hysterical lung-exercise at the sight of my predicament, he came to my rescue, grabbed a hand, and pulled me up, where we had a laugh together.

I thank my God for laughter, for friends like Terence (although there are very few around like him)…and also that I didn’t fall into the mud.

My Best Friend