Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting

I’m not trying to start a fight or anything, but I would like to see some “lively discussion.” The topic? Well, you choose it. Or them.

It’s Open Thread Saturday! We’re turning it over to you to discuss what’s on your mind (about 20% of you_, tell a joke or two (around 15% of you), drunk post (60% of you), or whatever (5% of you).

Take it away.

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  1. Well, as long as it’s not:

    Who was the best Bond?
    Apple or PC?
    Star Trek — original series or The Next Generation?
    Star Trek or Star Wars?
    Ginger or Mary Ann?

    Those lively discussions have nine livelys.

  2. For what it’s worth, it seems that among Americans there will be a nearly fifty-fifty split on the question of whether an airline does have the right to remove anyone from their airplane at their discretion vs. whether a customer who has paid for a service has a right to that service.

  3. In observance of Easter I’d like to impart this story.

    The Baptist minister as he was giving a sermon noticed a new family in the back pews – a woman and 3 young children – clean but rather shabbily dressed. The family returned next few Sundays he a finally made a point to catch the mother before she rushed away as she usually did. He had a long talk with her and found out that she had been widowed about a year and, while they weren’t going hungry, she was a ashamed that she wasn’t able to keep children in nice church clothes.

    The minister told his wife the story and she immediately set about repairing the situation. She of course knew lots of families who were happy to donate their children’s recently outgrown clothes – many pieces were practically brand new. Likewise, the ladies donated dresses for the mother with the minister’s wife contributing a few herself. Over the next several weeks the minister’s wife presented the widow with several bundles of clothes.

    Then one week the minister noticed that the widow and her children weren’t in the congregation. The were absent the next week and the week after that too. One day the minister happened to run into the widow on the street a said “Sister Jones! I’m so glad to see you. We’ve missed you the last few Sundays I was afraid you might be ill.” The widow replied “I’m very well minister and I can’t thank you enough for all your help. Now every week when the children and I get dressed for Sunday services we look nice enough to go back to the Episcopal Church.”

    • In my youth, I knew an Episcopal Deacon. His son (my age) was kind of scrawny and walked on the balls of his feet because his achilles tendons were too short. We called him “Twitchie.”

      The moral of the story? Episcopalians: Just like Catholics, only more or less so.

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