Bubba’s off, but asked me to post this:
Sometimes people wonder why anybody would wanna live on at Gulf Coast. You know, with this oil spill thang, right on top’a them bad hurricanes ‘n stuff. I mea’nem people’s alway’s goin’ through some kinda hell. So why don’t they jist leave, f’cryin out loud!
Bu’tchy can ask ‘em crazy people at live on fault lines in California the same thang. They KNOW they’s gonna be a extry big earth shaker someday. They jist don’t thank it’s gonna happen while ‘eyre still in ‘em parts. Like ‘ey might’uv left hell and gone to heaven? Nah. At ain’t it. They jist don’t thank about it ’til they feel a rumble. Then ‘ey thank about it for about a minute an’ life goes on, crazy as ever.
Y’know whut I thank it is? Besides people jist naturally bein’ crazy? It’s simple. Most people don’t thank it can happen t’them. Nuthin’ bad I mean. An’ ats probly a good thang. Thank about it (and maybe the real word IS thank), they’s bad thangs goin’ on all the time.
People’s killin’ people, diseases are killin’ people, earthquakes ‘n tsunamis, an, yeh, oil spills are happenin’. But people’ve jist gotta be built with a spirit t’survive an’ keep on goin’ …an mosta the time go on havin’ fun. Like in New Orleans. Tough time with at hurricane, but they’re right back at havin’ fun. At’s whut people do. If ‘ey didn’t they wouldn’t be no place in the world anybody could live.
I know. Some people ask where’s God when all ‘ese bad thangs happm. Well, my little mind cain’t figger out the mind of God, but I do wonder whut unintended consequences might happen if he did sumpm like Superman did in the movie. You ‘member? He flew around the earth so fast that it reversed its revolvin’ and everthang went back a day an’ brought somebody who’d got killed back t’life. I imagine if God did sumpm like at, the unintended consequenses could be fierce.
An’ like Einstein said… “Gott würfelt nicht (God does not play dice)” Relativity (1916)
Now c’mon. we cain’t leave it that serious can we? Try this’un:
Talkin’ about bad thangs, my uncle Clarence is a perfect example. He’s been known t’take a extry nip outta the jug now’n then. Didn’t thank he had a problem drivin’ while feelin’ s’good. Thought’e drove better as a matter of fac’. ‘Til one day a pole cat got in the way. Dang! Had t’roll at ol’ rattle trap off in the lake it smelled s’bad. But diddy stop ‘is extry nips? No way. He takes TWO BIG extry ones now. Wonts t’forgit the day he got skunked. Least ‘ats whut ‘e claims.
