The Rapture Part forever:
All right, calm down. I am a dog. Remember my religion is based on a good poop and a run on the beach My supreme being is Deb. That’s right Deb. The other day Bones and Deb were having a "conversation" about something inconsequential. Bones was on a pain low and he took it out on Deb. They both left in their cars at the same time. When they got to the stop sign Bones gave me the option to jump out and get in Deb’s car. I did because, as I said, in my universe she is the supreme being.
Well I hear Saturday is the day you pink skins have picked for the chosen ones to meet their maker or the son of their maker.
I apologize to my friends "down under" as they are a day ahead of us and they may have already gone. I know Bones has a friend in Australia he considers to be the voice of reason. If anybody deserves to fly it would be Mike. Bones likes to go to a thing called face place or something like that. He tries to start trouble but Mike always comes on and sets things at peace. In our world that is worthy of reward.
Okay, so if this is really happening the good folk are gonna go to the clouds and the unworthy folk will stay here and wait for the fire and brimstone. I can guarantee you Bones is staying. To me that is quite comforting.
I wonder about all the pets of the hairless apes that are leaving. Who will feed them? How will they get out at night to do their business? Will they now become responsible for their owner’s mortgages, car payments, and credit card bills?
I would like to offer my counseling services for the abandoned dogs, cats, rats, birds, guinea pigs, horses, etc., that will now have to deal with an assortment of obligations and responsibilities.
By the way, the people left behind will now have the run of the place so there may be an uneasy transition period. Anarchy and chaos will rule the day.
You know, come to think of it, the ruling elite are probably not gonna sprout wings and fly. Status quo.
So, all your money and cars and stuff will mean nothing any longer. Bones and I could use a cash infusion. I am thinking as a last good faith gesture that the ones of you who are absolutely convinced you are so much better in the eyes of the lord go ahead and send us your dough, pink slips, and house deeds. You don't need them any longer and we sinners could use them when you are gone.
I intend to continue to continue on. I will be rolling in the grass, romping on the beach, cruising by the river and, indeed, Bones will be by my side. Bad seed though he may be, he is mine and I am his.
We are pretty sure Deb is not leaving either, if for no other reason than she hangs with Bones. That has gotta be enough to keep her off the Zeppelin.
Hugs from the Valley CASH FARGO BELLINGER
