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 ~
!!!