A Catastrophe

I was so heartbroken, so devastated, so distraught and filled with a deep anguish and felt as though my soul was being torn in two when I heard the news that the Cutty Sark had been bombed by Iraqi insurgents in Basra. I can only hope our brave marines got away in time. There's no word about casualties but I'm praying as hard as I can that our brave, brave soldiers and sailors weren't harmed.

It's funny, but almost everything I see reminds me of myself. Especially in the news and books of scripture. Yesterday it was Nichole Kidman, who was trying desperately to reach out to me through the medium of film. She could have easily left a comment on my blog but I suppose the netloons and stalkers are keeping her away. I know what she would have written, but i'm too modest to reprint it here. Needless to say, Nichole, I got your message and understood, you're almost too kind and flattering. Almost.

Today, I see myself reflected in the news once again - it's as if all the world's events are just happening for me, to teach me, to strengthen me, to enlighten me. The burned out hull of the Cutty Sark, so cruelly and maliciously sabotaged by Iraqi insurgents reminds me of myself, also sabotaged and left in ruins. The reconstruction efforts are a clear sign to me that I also will be reconstructed. I will be reborn, I shall sail again.

The fund that has been set up is a clear sign that my own 'fundraising' efforts have the Good Lord's blessing. I can feel him, smiling down on me.

My Lawyers are my disciples and they will spread my word from the mountaintops, yea, even unto the end of days. Or at least until the money runs out.