The Magnificat Advent Companion

[Katydid]

Originally posted by fuckhowardstern
So you finally figured out that I am Chris! Very good Katydead! You probly know by now that I have not dead you yet. expect it all soo I know your name and Katie Roth will not see tomorrow and i know the governor of your state so expect to be dead or in jail. The govenor and the clique are also very close and waiting for my call. you have a lot of choice so chose to be dead or you will die a bad death. if you get a call an it’s a hung up that is us with a call of death so watch for the clique soon be prepared. and when you are dead i will kill you with death in hell over and over and you will remember the name FUCKHOWARDSTERN for the rest of your life and family too. do not try to run becos the govenor can catch whoever run because he is known for runing and you will be dead with torture when the gonenor catches you or the CLIQUE MOB. you do not have enogh smart to fraud us so do no try and fraud. THE GOVERNOR AND THE CLIQUE MOB WILL CHOP YOU UP AND SEND YOU IN THE TOYLET SO NO ONE CAN FIND YOU BECAUSE NO ONE CAN SEE YOUR DEAD BODY AND WHEN YOU ARE DEAD WE WILL LAUGH AT YOU CAUSE YOU DONT FRAUD US WE FRAUD YOUR DEAD BODY!. GOVNER HAS BEEN TO YOUR HOUSE ALREADY AND KNOWS ALL ABOUT YOU. SO THE ONLY THING IS BEST IF YOU LIVE AND STOP POSTING AT THIS WEB SITE. WE KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR HOUSE WITH THE TABLE AND LAMPS AND THE CAR WE SEE IT TOO A NEWER CAR NOT VERY OLD SO NOW THAT YOU KNOW US IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DO WHT AWE WNAT TO BE DONE OR ELSE THE CLICQUE WILL VISIT YOU IN THE SLEEP.

GAR...now we are even. The (sic) told the story...

David Lee Roth might not have to stick an Anus Computer up your ass afterall.

[Katydid]

Originally posted by Katydid
No, I have not been admitted to two psyche wards. That must have been you.

And Chris I saw your dumb ass running there by the church awhile ago and I wouldn't turn in. You had on blue shorts, a white long sleeve t shirt, and an orange sock boggen and gloves. I drove past three times to make sure. You tried to run faster and see where I went. I noticed that bad leg was starting to bother you the third time I went by, and you were so winded you didn't see me, cause I was in the center lane. But, yeah, you ran maybe from the church to about Joel's Kitchen. I started to whip in and run over your ass, but that wouldn't have been a Christian thing to do. I guess that old metal plate in your head gets cold.

So I assume you must have parked somewhere around there and

Perhaps I should have the police patrol tomorrow around the church.

I know now that fuckhowardstern is really GAR. The (sic) tipped me off...

But thanks Gar for unnerving me enough to go to church and see Chris and alert the police.

Now I'll know to be more alert and safe through the holidays.

God really does work in mysterious ways...

[fuckhowardstern]

Yup! I'm GAR! Tell the police! Now shut the fuck up bitch!

[fuckhowardstern]

Or am I reall Chris? Ask (sic) again.....

[fuckhowardstern]

Eiterh way - the Clique Mob and the Governor are going to dead you soon.

[Katydid]

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 18
Fourth Sunday of Advent
A reading from the holy Gospel according to Luke 1:26-38

THE ANGEL GABRIEL was sent from God to a town of Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the house of David, and the virgin's name was Mary. And coming to her, he said, "Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you." But she was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greetings this might be. Thent he angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God."

"Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father, and hw will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end."

But Mary said to the angel, "How can this be, since I have no relations with a man?" And the angel said to her in reply, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore the child to be born will be called holy, the Son of God. And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who is called barren; for nothing will be impossible for God."

Mary said, "Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word." Then the angel departed from her.

The Gospel of the Lord.

[Katydid]

When the Impossible Becomes Possible

"For nothing will be impossible for God." These are the last words spoken by the angel Gabriel to Mary. They are the first words that we should remember at Christmastime.

The birth of Jesus CHrist brings the promise of new life. We receive two gifts. The first is that of forgiveness. The Incarnation of the Son of God destroys sin.

Many believers find this traditional Christmas message difficult to accept. They see sin around them and recognize it within themselves, if they are truthful, sin and its effects.

The last words of the angel console the person who asks for the grace of forgiveness: "For nothing will be impossible for God."

The second gift that Christmas brings is that of friendship. The iIncarnation of the Son of God restores us to divine friendship. Many believers do not understand that Christ makes us friends with God.

Some have never enjoyed the kind of communication that distinguishes good friendship from other relationships, even legitimate one slike business partners. Others have been disappointed ny those whom they once considered as friends. Still others have become so accustomed to isolation that they have forgotten that man is made for friendship. God is my friend! What does that mean?

The last words of the angel ecncourages the one who seeks the grace of friendship: "For nothing will be impossible with God."

Father Romanus Cessario, O.P.

Loving Father, through the maternal mediation of the Blessed Virgin Mary free my life from all doubt and desolation.

[fuckhowardstern]

What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organized crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God gets

[fuckhowardstern]

Do you believe in a better day
Do you have faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself What God wants
God gets God help us all

[fuckhowardstern]

Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Though his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone

[Katydid]

Originally posted by fuckhowardstern
Yup! I'm GAR! Tell the police! Now shut the fuck up bitch!

You and I need to write together. I bet we could write some really unnerving mystery stories.

You are really deep into Kirby Gotham Spiderman, etc. funny books, right?

[fuckhowardstern]

The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden

[fuckhowardstern]

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

[fuckhowardstern]

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

[fuckhowardstern]

When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Ce sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tear jerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tear jerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up