Friday 1 February 2008
"Knee Deep In..."
 

 
 
............in your love how deep is your love I really need to learn.......
 
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Well then - today's story is not about depth of love (the other four-letter word) or shallowness of character.
 
...But rather, the depth of one's preoccupation with wr0k (yes, that dirty four-letter word again) which was recently brought up... So, as there is a pressing need to make clear the definition of the measure of severity, a parable...
 
 
 
Knee Deep in Heck : Stories with Morals
 
 
Once Upon A Time (...as all fairy tales begin) there was this dude who entered heck (euphemized, in an effort to make the web a safer place from creepy strangers like...) and he was welcomed by none other than Saddam Hussein... actually the Devil, who else.
 
Upon being congratulation upon his retirement he was then told the ground rules: for the newcomers they get to choose which level of hell that they wish to take up permanent residency in (Freehold land: tenure - eternity) Okay, so he was led to the first level of hell.
 
Over here, he saw that the residents were going about their filthy business in deep shit right up to their waists. It certainly does not look like that place that one wants to retire to, so he says, okay, show me the rest.
 
The Devil then leads him to another level - where the denizens are wading up to their necks in dipshit (U.S. spelling.) They certainly don't look like they're enjoying themselves, so "What the hell, show me the next level," said the prospective homeowner.
 
At the next level, the residents were going about their business - drinking coffee and reading newspapers an a comfortable place (think: ala Starbucks) just knee deep in shit. So of course, this looks better than the other two levels. Without a doubt, the dude agrees to spend his blissful retirement here. The Devil asks him to confirm his choice, which he readily does.
 
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Shortly a bell rang in the distance. The Devil cracks his whip and says, "Okay folks, breaktime's over. Back to standing on your heads, everyone"
 
And that concludes today's brief bedtime story. And I've always liked stories with morals.
 
Who can tell me the moral of the story? Comprehension carries 50% of Final Exam marks. Thank you.
 

 
Oooh, just got another parable just as I finished typing this story. What a pleasant surprise.
The moral is rather poignant in this tale so pay attention, kids.
 
"Heaven or Hell Choice"
 
Given a new twist ahead of the coming elections......

    Subject: Heaven or Hell Choice
     
        This joke can be enjoyed by everyone. Not only that. It is politically 
        correct and with a moral lesson.
        
        VOTE WISELY IN THE COMING ELECTION
        
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        While walking down the street one day a Malaysia Boleh Minister is
        tragically hit by a truck and dies.
        
        His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
        
        "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems
        there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts,
        you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
        
        "No problem, just let me in," says the man.
        
        "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have
        you spend one day in hell and one in heaven.   Then you can choose
        where to spend eternity."
        
        "Really, I have made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Yang
        Berhormat
        
        "I'm sorry, but we have our rules," says St. Peter.
        
        And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down,
        down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of
        a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front
        of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
        
        Everyone is very happy and dressed in the finest batik there is. They run
        to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they
        had while getting rich at the expense of the people.  They play a friendly
        game of golf and then indulge themselves on lobsters, caviar and the most
        expensive food there is.
        
        Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good
        time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that
        before he realizes it, it is time to go.
        
        Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
        
        The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St.
        Peter is waiting for him.
        
        "Now it' s time to visit heaven."
        
        So, 24 hours pass with the Yang Berhormat joining a group of contented
        souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have
        a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St.
        Peter returns.
        
        "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
        your eternity."
        
        The Yang Berhormat reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would
        never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think Ai
        yam better off in hell."
        
        So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
        hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren
        land covered with waste and garbage.
        
        He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting
        it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
        
        The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
        
        "I don't understand," stammers the Yang Berhormat. "Yesterday I was here
        and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar,
        drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a
        wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
        
        The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning
        just like you during an election...... Today you voted."


 
And there you have it, my educational contribution today for make benefit of the world.
 
Good timing, that this story was emailed to me at the time that I wanted to mention something similar to this story setting... .................by none other than my Mom.
 
It is stories like this, which cultivated over a historic period of more than 20 (twenty) years - my upstanding moral character and conscientious civic consciousness.
(Hmm.. after typing that out, it appears that it could be a tongue twister to read that.)
 
 
And with that, you may safely relate this story to your children that they may fall asleep peacefully and wake up healthy, hearty and wise. ^_^
 
...Oyasumi nasai minna-san ~ !!! Aishiteru ~ !!!
 




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