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August 29, 2005
Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Be Flattened Like Pancakes.
"A church van ran over an injured motorcyclist and a man who had stopped to help him, killing both, police said Monday."
Posted by Eric at August 29, 2005 9:31 PM
Comments
What happened to the deer, is what I want to know. Probably at a local deer hangout, drinking Saranac through a straw, retelling a story no self-respecting cervine would believe if not for the limp and the tread-shaped scars.
Posted by: David Marshall at August 30, 2005 8:48 AM
Only "sometimes"?
Posted by: K at August 30, 2005 11:39 AM
It just takes practice, like believing other unlikely things:
Alice laughed: "There's no use trying," she said; "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Alice in Wonderland.
Posted by: Doug at August 31, 2005 1:30 PM
Of course that incident is nothing compared to New Orleans under water or 1,000 pilgrims dead on and Iraqi bridge. Kind and loving God.
Posted by: Doug at September 1, 2005 1:02 PM