Sorry, I’m with Frank on this. Nothing seems all that funny in light of the subway terror attacks in London. As the Good Book says, there is a time to laugh and and a time to cry. This to say the least is not much of a time for laughing.
Plus with all the hurricaine prep/chaos going on here in Coastal Alabama RE: Huricain Dennis, there’ll probably be no Carnival for several days.
If all else fails there’ll be a double Carnival next week. So save your laughs for later.
i agree.
you don’t necessarily have to cancel it though – maybe postpone it until tomorrow or monday.
Couldn’t agree with you more.
I don’t care what Franks says about you…you’re all right, spacemonkey.
Thanks my good monkey friend, your respect is welcome in these testing times.
It’s a good call to postpone it. But I still hate it when we have to change our lives because of those terrorist bastards.
“Ecclesiasties 3:4 tells us that there is a time to laugh. It is a bodily process that, physically, a short-lived aerobic workout. When we see laughter, just like when we cannot help but yawn when another yawns, many times we cannot hold back and must laugh ourselves. It is a cleansing, releasing action. When we go without it for so long, we feel its absence.
So there is a time to laugh. There’s also a time to mourn, a time to die, a time to gather stones together, and times for many other things we do under God’s direction. There’s a time for everything. For those with sound judgement and any sense of decency or sensitivity, they will also know that there are times when these things should not be done, or at least when these things happen not to crow and brag about them.
As with any tragic situation, there will be those who will still manage to see that which they feel is the ironic or the tragic in all of this. Whether it is a reflex of the defensive mechanism of humor that shields us from the massive proportions of this horror that man has inflicted upon himself or some individual wishing to test his rapier-like wit in the already-bleeding wounds of the fallen, it will happen. It has happened before, it will happen this time, and it will happen again.”
My nickname in high school was Spacecowboy.
Some people called me the Gangsta of Love.
Were you the one who started that Gangsta Rap!?
That was my brother, Maurice.
Maurice Gibb of the Bee Gees?! So sorry for your loss he was my fav Bee Gee even though he couldn’t even carry a singing note.
Yes, no one left to speak of the pompitus of love.