No, younguns, this sadly ain’t no April Fool’s joke

    OMG, younguns, I done went and accidentally played a horrible prank in the the dispensable church beatings will continue until morale improves post at this here blogspot. 

   To understand the horrible prank, you have to have read that post, so if you haven’t read it yet, please click on that link and read it now, so you can fully understand what happened after I emailed that post to you and other people who put up with me, or ignore me, or block me from their email.

    Here is the horrible prank, and, no, this ain’t no April fool's joke, but I darn sure wish it was.

Sloan Bashinsky to Free Radio Rulo

I included some of your newest Church of Dudo post and your and my banter in the the dispensable church beatings will continue until morale improves post at my grandfossil.blogspot.com blog 

 

An amiga who got it emailed me, 

"Scary people scary shit…..

I think they (you and the Church of Dudo) should all be given a plot of land and made to grow their own food. Then they’ll be too busy doing productive things."

I called her and said the football stadium and the worship center might be bigger than Rulo and it’s satire and you are a prankster, and I sure hope I told her the truth :-) 

 

Just now, another amiga who read it called and she didn’t understand anything you wrote about your huge church, and she said said they don’t have drone operators in Nevada, and I had to break the sad news, and I asked both amigas how they got to where they went after reading your radio station operates out of an old Wonder Bread truck, and I wonder now just much more seriously messed up America is after these startling new revelations today? 

 

Free Radio Rulo

Well there is some truth in most of some of the News from Rulo. I think the Drone story is a combo of two "True" stories from "real" classmates of mine! A drone operator and a male prostitute both from my hometown, both operating in Vegas. I really can't make up all of this shit.  

 

Sloan Bashinsky
I figured you were using stuff that really happened and playing with it, maybe changing some names to protect the innocent and the guilty. 

Driving a ways this Easter Sunday to see one of my daughters and her husband and their dogs, I found myself thinking that what you are doing reminds me of the fiilm Good Morning Vietnam, starring Robin Williams, and it might make an interesting book a literary agent might like, and maybe a major publishing house. And, if I lived in Rulo, I would be hanging out with a Wonder Bread truck shooting the breeze to the extent I’m tolerated. 

I told the amiga who didn’t know American drone pilots don’t live where the live ammo is flying, but sit safely in Nevada and other places in America, are playing video games with live ammo and real people dying. 

Driving to see my daughter and her husband and their dogs, I was reminded of Ender’s Game, by Orson Scott Card, in which young boys were trained by the world military defense outfit to wage pretend battles with video games, to prepare them to wage real war against the invading alien bug beings, and then there was what the kids thought was a mock battle, which turned out to be the real thing, and they destroyed the aliens' space war ships and their home planet, now knowing what they were doing. The military leaders didn’t tell them, because they didn’t want to risk them being affected by it being real. Ender then spent several more Card novels trying to come to terms with what he had done. 

 

Sloan  Bashinsky April Fool’s Day morning to Free Radio Rulo

Before driving to see my daughter and her husband and their dogs yesterday, I posted Easter Sunday in the nation that boasts it is under God and puts In God We Trust on its money

 at my grandfossil blogspot, about the great pussy grabber because he can bible hawking mega church and the container ship from hell that more mysteriously than accidentally knocked down the Star Spangled Banner bridge in Baltimore Harbor, but a dream around the dawn’s early light this April Fool’s Day left me feeling I ought not email it to some right and left wing people I know pretty well, if I want them to keep being my friends, left me wondering if the Church of Dudo hordes might appreciate it? After all those Easter bunny Sunday morning blues I sweated putting it together, I’d hate to see it all go down where the sun never shines cyber mega church head.

    A north Georgia amigo replied this April Fool’s morning to the Rulo Church of Dudo  post.: 

Nice piece and Easter appropriate! I can picture little children decorating turds and dutiful parents hiding them. My dog has been part of this religion for years. 

The poem by Jim Wright ending with the last line;

I have wasted my life 

 

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

BY JAMES WRIGHT

James Wright | Poetry Foundation

James Wright was frequently referred to as one of America's finest contemporary poets. He was admired by critics...  

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,   

Asleep on the black trunk,

Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.   

Down the ravine behind the empty house,   

The cowbells follow one another   

Into the distances of the afternoon.   

To my right,

In a field of sunlight between two pines,   

The droppings of last year’s horses   

Blaze up into golden stones.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.   

A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.

I have wasted my life.  

 

   I replied:

Amen, what a church :-).

Just a bit ago, I emailed out the next church report, featuring D. Trump mega church and the star bangled dead bridge in Baltimore.

While a sequel to the Rulo Dudo Church was brewing, which caused me to feel a heap more unimpressed with America than I already wasn't.

sloanbashinsky@yahoo.com