Merry Christmas everyone. I’ve been meaning to do the same thing for three Christmases now, but didn’t have time so maybe it will be next year. Instead, you get a serious post. Sorry.
Today we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace, and thus I think it’s appropriate we step back from politics and reflect on the peace we all seek in the end. Many times in politics, we lose sight that we all share the same long term goal and focus too much on the difference in means we try to use to get there. I know I’ve done that often, and I’ve certainly seen that a lot from the other side of the political spectrum. Today, let’s pray together for the goals we all agree on: a real peace for everyone on earth.
Here’s a nice little exercise I’m going to do and I think everyone should try: take some liberal you always wanted to write a hate letter to (or, if you happy to be a liberal, a right-winger) and instead write him or her a nice letter wishing him or her well (and meaning it) and reflecting on the goals we all share for the betterment of man. No political arguing, but just a nice letter. Do it for Jesus. And don’t CC me; keep it personal.
Merry Christmas, once again. I appreciate all my readers, and I promise to be funny again soon (unless you were laughing at this post – which would just be mean).
God bless.
-“Frank J.” Fleming

Sorry for the light posting. I’ve been extremely busy the last few days. Early Thursday, I hit the beach to work on my tan. I didn’t want to look lily white when I got off the plane in Idaho to spend Christmas with my family. I don’t mean to be immodest, but I think you could bounce a quarter off that rear-end.

Later Thursday my friend Bryce and I went to a cattle call audition for the part of Baby New Year 2005 in Disney World’s big New Year’s Eve celebration. I hadn’t noticed on the call sheet that they were only looking for boys between the ages of 3 and 5, so it was mostly a wasted trip. But we did get to show off our costumes at a friend’s boardwalk caberet–the Sex on the Beach was great.

I flew up north Thursday afternoon–luckily Air Idaho has service out of Orlando with short stops in Birmingham and Tupelo.

My Pops was waiting for me at the Boise International Airport. He happened to be in town to pick up some transistors, wire and blasting caps. I guess he’s what you would call a professional hobbyist. He has sent out plenty of working models of his designs, but so far there has been little interest. He’s working on a novel–I can’t wait to read it.

My pops and I drove for about 4 hours from Boise until we got to my home town, Hayden Lake, Idaho. There is a main-trunk highway between the cities, but we prefer to stick to the back roads.

My parents live in a cabin about 5 miles NE of Hayden Lake. I think technically the cabin is built on national forest land, but we haven’t had any trouble with park rangers since one of them went missing in the mountains behind our house.

By late Thursday night, the whole clan had made it to the cabin. Here is the latest family pic. Back row from left to right are my brother Skip, my dad Ted, my mom Droopie and me. Front row from left to right are my sister Mary Ann, my grandpa Frank Sr., my grandma Frau Helga, and inserted is a picture of my sister Katie Joe, who is serving a 2-5 year sentence for check forgery at the Idaho Institute for the Criminally Insane.

I’ve been having a great time since getting home. This morning I puttered around my Dad’s shop, and made a few local deliveries for him.

In the afternoon we did some arts and crafts, and got out the printing press to run off some more custom currency. Most people don’t know that the global economy is on the brink of collapse due to tinkering in the world markets by the Trilateral Commission, the Freemasons, the Knights Templar and the Mossad. Unlike the American dollar, my currency is secured by a large stockpile of gold and silver bars buried in my back yard. My currency can be used in the IMAO store and any store of an Alliance member. Just print off a couple sheets and send it in with your order. We haven’t produced any coinage yet, so please round up.

I spent Friday afternoon in our radio shack. I’m trying to intercept high band radio beams being bounced off Syncom 3, the first stationary earth satellite launched in 1964 to telecast the 1964 Olympic Games from Tokyo. NASA will tell you that Syncom 3 burned up in the atmosphere 1977, but I have information that it is still in orbit and operational. A CIA black ops division has been using it to broadcast mind control beams

When Friday night rolled in, it was time to start the Christmas Eve festivities! While Mary Ann decorated the tree, the men got out our old barbershop quartet uniforms. We were regularly doing gigs before I went off to college, but we could never secure a recording contract. We’re looking to go back out on the road, and need a new name–any suggestions? Anyway, Merry Christmas and all, and I’ll return to normal posting on Monday.