From: shinpath@yahoo.com
Date: Mon, 05 Feb 2001 06:57:38 GMT
It's the last week of my stay with the South Park Militia and it begins with an exquisitely organized New Year's Party done up by Rev. Dragonspirit. Ice, drinks, snacks, and fropsticks are all prepared and arranged, the house is cleaneed and crash space is even allocated for those who might be unable to continue. The festivities go off like fireworks although Rev. Voth is a no-show. Something about another party involving women and a hot tub. We call Mrs. Dragonspirit who is still off in fawaway Ukraine helping her friend Debbie adopt a child and wish her a Happy New Year. And for the first two days of it, it is. My mantra is "3rd millenium, so far, so good."
January 3 dawns and the locals are greeted by a brown shower of ash whcih blots out the sun and covers their cars in white dandruff. A stray cigarette has set the unseasonably bone-dry East County ablaze and the fire services are unprepared for the speed in which the brush fire spreads. The local TV news goes into a frenzy, sending crews out to cover the flaming houses and the stampeding horses. Schools are closed and calls go out for food and blankets for the evacuees. Bad craziness. While driving through the ash storm to see my father I pass a billboard touting the local basketball team - The San Diego Wildfire. Like Dobbs said, 'there is no such thing as no P.R.'
It is later that eveining that Rev. D gets the call. His very good friend ____, the cosponsor for Debbie's child now being adopted in the Ukraine, has had an untimely accident. A cable installer he was up on a high ladder (in all that smoke) and fell to his death. "Shining Path, I'm getting drunk tonight and you're driving!" And that is what we proceed to do. The mobile wake goes well, my navigation skills are sound, and as with all wakes we cheer up as Rev. D recalls great moments with his fallen friend. We pick up another one of Rev. D's navy budies and he joins the wild ride. I tell him about the rickety Mexican buses I've seen with the motto "Dios permir mi regresan," (God permits my return) written on the side. Around 3 AM I successfully park by beaching the car on the front lawn. Mission accomplished.
The moral of this 4-part epic (and thank you if you endured all of it) is simple. Within our SubGenius faith, which has brought together so many disparate and un-alike mutants, your co-religionists ARE THERE FOR YOU!! They won't wuss out or let you down in your time of need. Rev Dragonspirit was there for me when I needed space away from my family, and I responded when tragedy struck to the best of my ability. Rev. Voth found the strength to forgive me after the near-fatal flying can incident and then kindly offered to provide a home for my bolt-action rifle in a happy gun cabinet full of other bolt-action rifles.
Although all sub-genii aren't for everyone all of the ime, our camraderie is an unshakeable, unbreakable resevoir of SLACK. There it is.
See you at a future X-Day drill or at Burning Man 2001.
Shining Path of Least Resistance 22nd Floor, Tomsen Center, Shanghai China 2/5/2001
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Original file name: A SubGenius Homecoming - Part 4 - converted on Thursday, 20 December 2001, 03:25
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