That’ll Be the Day
I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. Today is not that day... trust me!
Like others, I long for that great day and have my own version of what will transpire to illuminate the masses and provide a bit of comic relief. Some may agree and understand the meanings of my meditations. Still, others might suggest I seek another profession. The worst that could happen is I’ll be labeled a teller of tall tales or a dreamer. But I’ll risk it, for such is my nature.
To begin with, on this day the morning sun will come streaming through everyone’s curtains on a peace-bearing breeze... And this will be the day that your Sudokupuzzle solves itself!
This will not be the day the media apologizes for their lack of relevant or comprehensive news reporting. That particular day will never come, not even if we all cancelled our subscriptions.
The day I’m speaking of will bring tidings of our rehabilitation from oil addiction. No longer will we be held over a barrel. And when it finally arrives, we will be cruising around in cars that get 150 miles per electric charge.
There won’t be any partisan bickering to contend with, for all sides will finally agree that these two tent revivalists are what led us to the troubles we now face and will be considered obsolete.
When this day arrives…golfers will be making eagles on par threes!
Crows feet and furrowed brows will suddenly do a 180… reversing gravity and the aging process to boot.
And if anyone was thinking that this particular day might be a good one for nailing Jell-O to a tree or tossing your hat in the political arena...you can forget about it— it’s not going to be that kind of day. But for those of you feeling lucky, this could be the day that Warren Buffet adopts you.
More importantly, for those of us who’ve been waiting, the good news is that our world will no longer be subjected to the insanity of war...this’ll be a major part of that day!
By now, you’re probably curious about this fraction of the year I’ve been leading up to and the significance of its arrival. But first, I hereby declare that this story is not a clarion for the Second Coming or a checklist for repentance. That’s your call… not mine.
On this particular day, the bluebird of happiness will not be disappointed, nor will the bulldog of perdition show up on your doorstep selling Girl Scout Cookies and demanding your last steak as collateral.
So here’s my vision and wishes for mankind when that glorious day finally dawns on our global consciousness: That we may wake up placidly from our former lives, as one might after solving a disturbing dream, and collectively laugh the masters of deceit and the old order from power. So we can start anew, to live the lives we were meant to, and never suffer fools again.... That’ll be the day!!
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I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. Today is not that day... trust me!
Like others, I long for that great day and have my own version of what will transpire to illuminate the masses and provide a bit of comic relief. Some may agree and understand the meanings of my meditations. Still, others might suggest I seek another profession. The worst that could happen is I’ll be labeled a teller of tall tales or a dreamer. But I’ll risk it, for such is my nature.
To begin with, on this day the morning sun will come streaming through everyone’s curtains on a peace-bearing breeze... And this will be the day that your Sudokupuzzle solves itself!
This will not be the day the media apologizes for their lack of relevant or comprehensive news reporting. That particular day will never come, not even if we all cancelled our subscriptions.
The day I’m speaking of will bring tidings of our rehabilitation from oil addiction. No longer will we be held over a barrel. And when it finally arrives, we will be cruising around in cars that get 150 miles per electric charge.
There won’t be any partisan bickering to contend with, for all sides will finally agree that these two tent revivalists are what led us to the troubles we now face and will be considered obsolete.
When this day arrives…golfers will be making eagles on par threes!
Crows feet and furrowed brows will suddenly do a 180… reversing gravity and the aging process to boot.
And if anyone was thinking that this particular day might be a good one for nailing Jell-O to a tree or tossing your hat in the political arena...you can forget about it— it’s not going to be that kind of day. But for those of you feeling lucky, this could be the day that Warren Buffet adopts you.
More importantly, for those of us who’ve been waiting, the good news is that our world will no longer be subjected to the insanity of war...this’ll be a major part of that day!
By now, you’re probably curious about this fraction of the year I’ve been leading up to and the significance of its arrival. But first, I hereby declare that this story is not a clarion for the Second Coming or a checklist for repentance. That’s your call… not mine.
On this particular day, the bluebird of happiness will not be disappointed, nor will the bulldog of perdition show up on your doorstep selling Girl Scout Cookies and demanding your last steak as collateral.
So here’s my vision and wishes for mankind when that glorious day finally dawns on our global consciousness: That we may wake up placidly from our former lives, as one might after solving a disturbing dream, and collectively laugh the masters of deceit and the old order from power. So we can start anew, to live the lives we were meant to, and never suffer fools again.... That’ll be the day!!
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Can not be reproduced or used without written permission Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved.