29 July 2009

O sister, where art thou?

This is one of those things that seems obvious to me, but I have a problem with thinking that things I think are obvious.

When I extol the virtues of those marvelous women who undertake tireless feats of faithful maternity, I am not referring to myself AT ALL. I may be breaking rocks in the hot sun, but it's because I fought the law and somebody else won. Whether it was Law or Gospel depends on whom you talk to.

Reb. Mary, Gauntlets, and I are on a chain gang. We wish we were good people, but we aren't. So if we say something nice about an abstract principle, any syllogism it may interest you to apply should lead you to conclusions about other people. Like, people who don't write whiny blogs about how hard their lives are.

"Y' know what's powerful commendable is them folks what haul logs honest-like."


Gauntlets said...


I know a really great song about chain gangs. There might just be a little shuffling dance that goes with it . . . Good thing I'm too freaking afraid of everything to record and post such a thing.

Theophil Jones said...

Robbin people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won

For the love Rebekah, now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for a week.

Gauntlets: I would pay good money to see that.

Gauntlets said...

Well, alright.

I'm the one in the very back, and I accept PayPal.

Theophil Jones said...

And here I was told you were a dead ringer for a young Lawrence Fishburne.

Reb. Mary said...


It's such a relief not to be marvelous, because I'd surely miss getting to whine on this blog.