Monday, January 14, 2019

John 4:1-6

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, 
believe also in Me.

2 In My Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am,
there ye may be also.

4 And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

5 Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither Thou goest; and how can we know the way?

6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Pine Apple Rag

Man, By FAR-- The Happiest Piece of Music
Ever Composed on the Planet.
By Scott Joplin 
111 years ago, in 1908~!



By the Scant, Breath Taking Elegance of a Guitar Trio:


And finally by a Mixed Septet (( by far, my favourite version of the Pine Apple Rag ))

Friday, January 11, 2019

What's Up With That?

I don't know why Google felt it necessary to remind me what today is, but it did.

On this day in American history, Theodore Roosevelt makes Grand Canyon a national monument:  On January 11, 1908, U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt declares the massive Grand Canyon in northwestern Arizona a national monument.
Though Native Americans lived in the area as early as the 13th century, the first European sighting of the canyon wasn’t until 1540, by members of an expedition headed by the Spanish explorer Francisco Vasquez de Coronado. Because of its remote and inaccessible location, several centuries passed before North American settlers really explored the canyon. In 1869, geologist John Wesley Powell led a group of 10 men in the first difficult journey down the rapids of the Colorado River and along the length of the 277-mile gorge in four rowboats.

On January 11, 1620, Myles Standish and a group of 18 settlers are attacked by 30 Native Americans, which became known as the "First Encounter"

On January 11, 1813, the first Pineapples were planted in Hawai'i.

On January 11, 1838, Samuel Morse first demonstrated the telegraph to the public, .- / -- . ... ... .- --. . / ..- ... .. -. --. / -.. --- - ... / .- -. -.. / -.. .- ... .... . ... --..-- / .- - / -- --- .-. .-. .. ... - --- .-- -. --..-- / -. . .-- / .--- . .-. ... . -.-- .-.-.-

On January 11, 1935, Amelia Earhart flies from Honolulu to Oakland Ca (non-stop, of course), becoming the first woman (person?) to fly across the Pacific Ocean.

Another quiet generation goes by, and then

On January 11, 1963, the Beatles release "Please Please Me" and "Ask Me Why"

On January 11, 1964, the Surgeon General of the US first warned that smoking cigarettes may be hazardous to one's health.

nothing important happened on January 11, 1969...

On January 11, 1973, The American League decides to experiment with the "Designated Hitter" rule in that next baseball season (destroying true baseball)

then another long quiet period in American History until

On January 11, 2018, President Donald Trump called certain African countries "shitholes" during an immigration meeting.

A pretty quiet, cold and rainy, sleepy day otherwise~

No need for reminders of any other reason to highlight this day. [50]

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

The Unholy Duo

Masked as friendly legislators, these two demon-possessed people 
will try to influence you, your American vote.

In 2009, Schumer said that hundreds of miles of border fencing made the (Southern) border "far more secure" because it "created a
significant barrier to illegal immigration on our southern land border."

Instead they are wolves, they are demonic entities, 
ravenous for your life, your flesh, your future,

They appear, encased in flesh 
to deceive you with their lies.
They come from HELL, and they 
want you to join them there.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019


Today, my little bloggie comes of age: 

"The Local Malcontent"
reaches 13 years blogging
right here. 
.... waiting for my bar mitzvah gifts ....

One single blog post of mine, "Worst Stutter EVER", published on March 27, 2018, 
has OVERWHELMINGLY taken over First Place
over what was for years the #1, underdog LMC blog post~  
"Overcoming The Heartbreak of Freezer Burn",
from April 2008--

BOTH the former while lovingly lifted,
and the latter, lovingly composed, 
smashed - -, broad-sided my expectations each time.

I took part in a 'challenge' of sorts here, in 2008 to research and then compose a piece about a hero who had died in the September 11, 2001 terror attacks on America.
to discover, to learn about, and to grow to love, adore and respect
Michael Anthony Tanner, and his beloved ones...... 
gosh, everyone he touched in life ~
Don't ever doubt either- Michael is still inspiring us

I wrote alot about my home in Yanush, Oklahoma and my band of Wild Chahtas there-- 
Granpappy Spears, Crazy Wanda, the wannabe Cherokee from Ohio, Parrot Dick and his teeth--
Choctaw Indian Chiefs Greg Pyle and Gary Batton, 
three sitting US Presidents, 
and a ton of boot-licking, Wacky Democrats...
HeR, espeCially.

My wife Leticia and me. Our romance, our wedding and
our childless life together.

My wife Leticia and me,
and Our miracle daughter, Kelsey.

Over 1000 entirely personal Christian beliefs herein~
nearly one hundred fully fictional mind wraps,
my buddy Mahmoud calling me up at night

about a dozen real dreams that I've had,
lots of St. Louis Cardinals, and OU Sooners along the way
And Scott Joplin compositions.  
And Mocking birds and crows.

but mainly the Mocking birds~

Try to not split more your Infinitives

I cannot make any sense of this article, 
Googly-Translated from the original Nepaleze (maybe Nepalish?) of the online story.  
I was only attracted here by the photograph 
of the Nepalish (Nepaleze?) village:

At least this devastated village has a cell tower, maybe an essential, microwave ESPN-TV translator tower~
Anyways, to try read here this:

"Everyone should not play and play with the feelings of men, but they should not play with the innocent children, family members, old men, hungry nuts and winter, with a blanket, and play in the courtyards of their own home." My satisfactory desire for Mr. Sir And the desire for thinking and all non-resident Nepalese was the Gorkhas Rakabasti. They all dream of happy young children's eyes, I saw that my candidacy is to continue the project in the eighth-Resident Nepali Association Chairperson "asteliyako rich husband sesaghaleki wife, who aphaimpani be rich in Australia, she told herself drinking coffee at his residence in the sentence.

In his words, "It is a candidate for the non-resident Nepalese subjects." Otherwise, whatever comes to lead. "I do not have a price for my name," she said.  As soon as "credibility" comes, all the foreigners, foreigners, foreigners who are abroad, are responsible for the responsibility of the citizen, especially related to the dignity of the organization. The question here is not only a damp couple. Not with leadership ability and tendency. Not all the foreign organizations who are abroad, and the Nepalese people living in its leadership, journalists are not merely a different person, but also the question that the LAPRAC settlement will be handed over to the NRN day, and there is no question of the practice of shedding the media by making a mistake. The question is of faith, of course.

Why do the smallest of those younger children share the chocolate of assurance?
If we were unable to agree, we had to agree with other organizations and the government. 

When I fell down in the cabinets of winter in winter, I was missing the words of Jamalana. Even during winter this year, they should fall in the next year's winter. It was okay to give everyone all the time, but it was unfortunate to not reach the helpless victims of home.

Finally, reading that last sentence, this made sense.

Friday, January 4, 2019



I follow Kevin, this fine man on his YouTube channel, "Kevin's Corner".

This guy is really wise,
truly informed and 'Woke'.
Read: Conservative.
Read: Refreshing

And I truly urge Fox News to
take a look at his video work,
to consider him most worthy of
being included in the Fox News lineup, 
in a slot where his refreshing, no nonsense approach to American politics toward our Black neighbors and friends can be more fully appreciated.  I don't just wish this man Kevin was my friend, because he is, already~
I just wish that I knew him personally, just from the awesome, positive vibe he gives off, in his videos.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Muddy Shoes

When we lived in Yanush, along the bank of Lake Sardis, flooding rains would put the lake's edge within maybe 18-20 yards of our back porch. That was on flat land with good drainage to the man-made lake.

For nearly 3 years now, Leticia and I have lived on the ridge of a mountain, with flooding rains staying a good distance away. But it's the drainage off the mountainside now that has our lawn soaked and muddy soft, our shoes constantly covered in mud and our front porch and garage catching alot of ponding water.
And compounding the situation is what some call the Winter Blues or Blahs- where we are on the NE face of Cavanal, the sun actually sets between 3:15 to 3:30 pm in December.

Tonight, my wife said she only remembers one day in the last 3 weeks that didn't start out clouded over, meaning we saw no sunlight those other days~, and more than once, we've talked about how much we both miss our days in

that cramped little lake house.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

My First REAL Nightmare in Years,
Last Night

I had my first, real nightmare in many years, last night. 

It lasted for many hours, it seemed;

and like most nightmares, it was rich in  both detail and colour, and vividly violent.

It lasted for what I felt was literally hours; in fact, I remember inside the dream, that I was going to need to call-in, canceling my workday.  And finally, still within the dream itself, I REALIZED THAT IT WAS A DREAM, ONLY A DREAM, WHICH MADE ME FEEL CALMER WITHIN THE DREAMSTATE, AND I RODE IT OUT.

** Only to find, yet another startling thing~

I dreamed that I woke up alone, normal,  in my grandmother's bedroom, but it was my bedroom. I rose from sleep and walked into my grandparents' kitchen, but it was my kitchen-- as if I lived there in their house, but it was mine.

For some reason, I went to the door which led to the garage (my garage), where I saw that the garage door was wide open, and there was a small, pup tent in the far left corner of the one-car garage, where a younger man, maybe mid-20s was camped out.
I felt pity for him, and so through the screen door, I asked him if he could eat a sandwich. He came out of the little tent and asked me 'why I thought that he needed me to make a sandwich for him'.   That is when he stood up, skinny and tall, walked over and confronted me through the screen door.
He asked me why I thought that he needed my help.   All of a sudden, I saw that he had killed and cleaned and was cooking some meat over a fire just outside his tent in my garage. All of a sudden, I saw a cat at his feet, and an owl flying into its' nest in the upper right corner of my garage, straight away, from my perspective.  Then I realized that a big, fat rabbit was inside the kitchen at my feet.  I picked the rabbit up by its' nape and opened the door to let it out of the kitchen and into the garage.

That's when the young man pulled the door out of my hand and came inside.  
He was in my kitchen now. And in no time, he showed me that he lived there, too.  He led me down the hall from the kitchen, into my grandfather's bedroom.  Following him, where I saw that there were several other homeless men of all ages, staying in that room, staying in that bedroom closet.  
That bedroom door was slammed shut in my face, and I was next in the kitchen again, where I found that the refrigerator, my refrigerator, was only some kind of a cardboard cut-out, totally fake and useless- I literally turned it around and around, easily.
I walked back down the hall, and I heard them all, the bedroom dwellers and the young man laughing real loud. I then saw that a closet door in the hallway  to my left, had been sawed nearly in half, and I realized that the wood was being used as the firewood in their cooking fires, garage and bedroom both. I then saw that these freeloaders had (just then, instantly) cut the wall and installed a little window air conditioner there, the exhaust of which extended in the hallway. Then the confrontation between them all and I began.  They surrounded me, taunting me with the idea, the realization that they all had been living there for awhile, had sold the fridge for money, had used doors for firewood-- all for quite awhile of time.  
As they all stood 'round me there, laughing at me for my ignorance, I withdrew my cellphone to call 911, but my cellphone was unbelievably slow to connect-- I dialed 9-1-1 twice, and I spoke "Call 911" into it, with no result.  I was still surrounded by this intrusive mob, and I thought to run to the neighbors across the street.  I broke free and was outside in the street, and I saw a light on, at the house across the street where close friends lived.  I ran to their back door, hollaring and knocking for help, and through the neighbor's windows, I saw another group of freeloaders, living there in Mrs. Kersey's house too.  They came outside.  Each of these people who were living for free inside Mrs. Kersey's house were all young fat girls/women, and they took up the same cause as my freeloaders, all of them taunting me, laughing at me.  It was about this time, within this dream scenario, that I thought that I should call in from work.  I had missed breakfast, my garage was empty, I was in my neighbor's backyard, surrounded by homeless people who were threatening me.
At this point, I broke away from the encircling crowd of homeless, skinny men and homeless fat women, and I ran down the middle of the street to the south.  The next two houses looked empty and dark, so I kept running. At the next intersection, I turned and ran to the right-- and where there should have been one of those empty, dark houses' backyards, instead there was a restaurant with outdoor tables, with many of people.  I ran into the restaurant patio area, amid tables full of eaters,
when I decided that this was just another, hurdle-battling dream, within the dream.  
And that's when I let go, stopped running from the homeless crowd behind me.  And that's when I decided, while inside that non-existant restaurant's patio, to wake up.
And I Did Wake Up.  I looked at our bedside alarm clock.  **It read 11:43pm.  I'd only been asleep about 1-1/2 hrs.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Our Number 1 First Lady,
Melania Trump

I have to be very, very careful here.
It's the beginning
of a New Year
and nobody ought to start out 
the year insinuating ... 
anything other than what's said here.
Absolutely nothing between the lines~

America has a stunningly beautiful First Lady.
Radiant. An Unavoidable double-take looker.
I like it when I can see her with the President.  

And it's not like our country hasn't had other really
lovely First Ladies, uuhhhhh you know;
like Nancy, like Laura, like Jackie, Dollie and Martha--

But then, then there is Melania.  
THE FIRST LADY! of these United States of America.

Former, fine First Ladies were all cookie-cutter molds
of "Sweet Polly Purebread", like 
Roselynn and Pat and Bess and those I mentioned--

And we've had some some First Ladies 
who were decided disasters to behold, like
Hillary, like Michelle, like Eleanor, like Mamie.
In fact, I would suggest a theory here, that 
Given the choice of having either
Melania as First Lady, or Bill as First Man 
in mid to late 2016,
Voters chose Melania,


Que, Alfred Hitchcock and
those shrieking violins

Monday, December 31, 2018

Just Got the News Today
Oh, Boy!!

NOT John Lennon bad news, in this case~

But here at the end of 2018, please forgive me, Lord,
for gloating a little
about the news I got today:

Today, I am the 
Happiest Man

When a real enemy,
a really bad dude 

finally gets arrested,
and can expect 10 to life in prison, 
you'd be laughing too~!

Happy 2019, INDEED!!

HA   HA   HA  HA   HA



This self-righteous, child molesting creep SOB
is going to prison, ~!

My 2019 Prayer for All of Us -

- Solace.

"Nighty-Night" 2018

I can say that, since I missed most of it.

I will remember 2018, as a year of great accomplishment, both nationally and personally--
all the 6,128 ways, I will share with you below~  LOL

Every day I've prayed for the promise of The Great Hope, the Rapture, Jesus' coming to bring home
His bride, His Church, including my family
and oddly enough,
Me too!

We wish you a very HAPPY and
prosperous New Year,



Saturday, December 29, 2018

Here It Is, Sooners: "NOW FINISH IT"

The mantra among the 
Oklahoma Sooner football players,
for the past few seasons has been


Today, I believe that the Sooners WILL take that next step toward 
the 2018 National Championship crown.

By yet again, whipping Alabama in the Orange Bowl.  It won't be an easy thing *(though it WILL be something to behold) beating Alabama, but it is what need to be done next,
in order to compete for the Title in a week's time.

The last time these two teams faced each other, OU was again a heavy underdog to the Tide,
and just remember what happened:  "How Sweet It Is-- What A Great Game, T'Knight"
is how I titled my bloggie post after Oklahoma whipped Alabama in the 2014 Sugar Bowl, 45-31, behind freshman quarterback Trevor Knight....  thus the "T'Knight" part~
and I turned 45 years old that same year...

In that game, OU was a 17-point underdog, too-   The Sooners do not have any problem 
playing 'Bama's Bloody Surge,
as the Sooners are usually forecast to be the underdogs
in most of these two teams' contests.

~ In a game between the two in Norman in 2003, Alabama led off the game with a failed, and costly on-side kick, stupidly against those mighty Sooners.
And the Oklahoma Sooners won that game easily, 37-27.

The prior year, 2002, in Tuscaloosa, Alabama
i.e. "Lost Teeth, and Knee Deep",
the mighty Sooners beat Alabama on their own field, 20-13.

Then, in the 2014 Sugar Bowl game between these two gridiron foes, Alabama FAILED at covering a very deep,
on-side kick by OU.  
Oklahoma kicker Nick Hodgson went to kickoff from
the 10-yard line after two personal fouls and he was trying to squib kick it when it turned into an onside kick. Hodgson hit Alabama linebacker Reggie Ragland square in the chest and Oklahoma linebacker Caleb Gastelum recovered the live ball to end the Crimson Tide’s slim chances of coming back.

So relax, Sooner Fans~!!  Sit back and enjoy all your watch parties, all the winter BBQ and beer, 
and the over-blown Alabama hype,

Party well into the night, after our Heisman winning,
5-million-dollar Quarterback//Center Fielder and his team
throws OUT! the Alabama Crimson Tidee-whities
at the Plate, in Stunning fashion, in the last inning~

 Your Local Malcontent's 
prediction is:  
'bama 41.

Ahhh the sweet smell, the joy as you devour soft, yellow Alabama Cornbread,
when starved~

Even old Shirley Q. Liquor of Houston, tx., 
realizes how really sorry dem Alabamy bois iz:

Friday, December 28, 2018

Sound Familiar ??

The last words of our Saviour, Jesus Christ,
as He hung on the Cross,
was another confirmation of Old Testament prophecy,
as sung/written by David, 
at least 620 years before Jesus' Crucifixion.

Psalm 22 is the prelude to Psalm 23 in my opinion, and cannot be separated, as prophetic, Old Testament scripture.
Psalm 23 is regularly recited at a person's funeral,
yet it is so very important to also recite Psalm 22,
prerequisite to the relevance,
the validity and the assurance of Psalm 23.

Psalm 22

1 My God, my God, 

why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,

so far from my cries of anguish?

2 My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,

by night, but I find no rest.

3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;

you are the one Israel praises.

4 In you our ancestors put their trust;

they trusted and you delivered them.

5 To you they cried out and were saved;

in you they trusted and were not put to shame.

6 But I am a worm and not a man,

scorned by everyone, despised by the people.

7 All who see me mock me;

they hurl insults, shaking their heads.

8 “He trusts in the Lord,” they say,

“let the Lord rescue him.

Let him deliver him,

since he delights in him.”

9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;

you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast.

10 From birth I was cast on you;

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

11 Do not be far from me,

for trouble is near

and there is no one to help.

12 Many bulls surround me;

strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

13 Roaring lions that tear their prey

open their mouths wide against me.

14 I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint.

My heart has turned to wax;

it has melted within me.

15 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,

and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

you lay me in the dust of death.

16 Dogs surround me,

a pack of villains encircles me;

they pierce my hands and my feet.

17 All my bones are on display;

people stare and gloat over me.

18 They divide my clothes among them

and cast lots for my garment.

19 But you, Lord, do not be far from me.

You are my strength; come quickly to help me.

20 Deliver me from the sword,

my precious life from the power of the dogs.

21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;

save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

22 I will declare your name to my people;

in the assembly I will praise you.

23 You who fear the Lord, praise him!

All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!

Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

24 For he has not despised or scorned

the suffering of the afflicted one;

he has not hidden his face from him

but has listened to his cry for help.

25 From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;

before those who fear you I will fulfill my vows.

26 The poor will eat and be satisfied;

those who seek the Lord will praise him—

may your hearts live forever!

27 All the ends of the earth

will remember and turn to the Lord,

and all the families of the nations

will bow down before him,

28 for dominion belongs to the Lord

and he rules over the nations.

29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;

all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—

those who cannot keep themselves alive.

30 Posterity will serve him;

future generations will be told about the Lord.

31 They will proclaim his righteousness,

declaring to a people yet unborn:

He has done it!

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Christmas 2018 HodgePodge

Each week gets more weird than the last:

According to the Weather Disservice, my little city in SE Oklahoma reached the century mark today, F°:

More seasonal tomorrow, and presumably
throughout the rest of winter.
Next, Have you ever heard of a College Football
Bowl Game being cancelled?  
~ It happened today, whilst (anybody) were/was watching:  
It was the ironically named "The First Responders" Bowl
on DISNEY-ESPN, in Dallas texas today,
between Boston College and Boise State.
~ No word from First Responders actually on scene
at the Cotton Bowl~
In a clear sign of her advancing mental illness, 
Hillary Clinton on Tuesday wished her Twitter followers
who are celebrating today, all 16 of them,
a Merry Christmas that included a decades-old image
of her family's time in the White House.

GAK~ do us a favor and just die, Hill
The smart money in Las Vegas and Offshore sports betting
is on Oklahoma beating Alabama, Saturday night~
12-29-18. Any of those numbers, with OU on top~
At the very same time that Liberal websites and TV channels were broadcasting that President Trump has not visited American troops at Christmas, President Trump and First Lady Melania arrive in Iraq to visit American troops there.
Not your usual Hodgepodge recipe:

6 slices Bacon
2 Tablespoons Butter
1 small Onion, roughly chopped
1 small Garlic clove, roughly chopped
1 Cup fresh green beans, trimmed, snapped
1 Cup fresh wax beans, trimmed, snapped
1-1/2 Cups baby carrots
1 Cup low-salt chicken broth
"salt to taste"  LOL
12 small whole new red potatoes
1/4 Cup salted butter
1/2 Cup heavy cream
1 Tablespoon All-purpose Flour
1/2 Cup water

Cook the bacon in a large, deep skillet over medium-high heat until evenly browned, about 10 minutes. 
Drain on a paper towel-lined plate. 
Crumble and set aside.

Meanwhile, melt 2 tablespoons of butter in a large pot over medium heat. Stir in the chopped onion and whole garlic clove. Cook and stir until the garlic has softened, and the onions begin to turn golden-brown, about 8 minutes. Scrape the mixture into a small bowl; remove the garlic clove, mash, and return to the onions. Place the green beans, wax beans, and carrots into the saucepan. Pour in the chicken broth and enough water to just cover the vegetables; season with salt. Bring to a boil over high heat; reduce heat to medium-low and simmer 15 minutes.

After the beans have simmered 15 minutes, stir in the new potatoes and cook until tender, about 30 minutes more. Stir in the garlic, onions, 1/4 cup butter, and cream; return to a simmer. Dissolve the flour in 1/2 cup of water and stir into the soup. Cook and stir until the soup has thickened, 10 to 15 minutes. Serve with crumbled bacon.

Sunday, December 23, 2018

"Beautiful Saviour"

So I took the liberty of renaming this Stephen Foster lullaby, for our newborn Saviour

All three of us wish for you the Warmest, the Merriest,
the most Peaceful and Joyful Christmas~!  
Once upon a Yuletide long ago, I posted many popular, sacred,
Christian Christmas Carols here,
and it's all good to sing those Carols of praise, still-- 

But this year,
I wanted to post 
just a little carol for a sleeping baby Jesus, just born,

A "Beautiful Saviour", 
    10000 times 10000 angels 
     up above heralding His birth,

~Whose every waking moment HE spent, thinking about His Love for you and for me~

Saturday, December 15, 2018

A Baby is Born in Bethlehem

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son,
and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, 
and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

Pretty soon, billions of people around the world will celebrate a very humble, simple birth,
in a barn in a little town in Judea over 2,000 years ago.  

It struck me this week, that

Even non-Christians unwittingly perpetuate the celebration of the birth of our Saviour again, giving presents to their loved ones on the original HolyDay
set aside, world-wide
for the occasion, 

taking part in an affectionate tradition 
started by GOD Himself,
as He presented the world with His Son,
Because He loved each of us so very much.

For what does a newborn baby represent, mostly?

A baby born is proof that our petty lives have not been lived in vain, that with and through
a baby's birth, life continues on in a harsh world; a baby brings both hope and joy for
the future, excitement and anticipation, contentment and solace.
An overwhelming, comforting assurance that Life Goes On.

but this one baby in particular, this very special One,
promises hope beyond imagination, joy beyond words,
an excitement and an anticipation of life, beyond the harsh,
mundane constrictions of this world,

An eternal life. That Goes On. Forever.

That present, signed
"To You, With Love, From GOD"

We Malcontents wish each of you
the most Blessed and Joyful and Happy Christmas,
totally filled with laughter and surprise
~ and cherry pies