Thursday Morning

Nice crowd this morning, but all coffee drinkers. My old grill has had very little food on it for some reason. Main topic of discussion at the counter ....

LIQUID EXPLOSIVES ON AIRPLANES

20 airplanes were scheduled to be blown up ... over the ocean, on their way to the good old USA. Just think about that. A catastrophe, with no evidence. No victims, no guilty parties. Just silence.

What does it take to find at least 20 people, willing to kill themselves, and takes the lives of thousands of others.

Old Charley Hoskinson, one of our regulars, said it best, "We ain't got a chance against people like that."

I think everyone at the counter got in to the conversation at one time or another. One of the main concerns was that .... LIQUID EXPLOSIVE ... is that something new. Hell, a water bottle could be a bomb. Anymore, anything could be a bomb.

One guy said that we should get the Mormons more involved. He said that there was a lot of them, and they are pretty fanatical, maybe they could figure some way to get back at them. He thought that if they sent a bunch of them kids on bicycles out after them, they could convince them to stop. Just turn all them arabs and terrorists in to Mormons.

He said his wife let them get in one time, she just couldn't say no to them bright shiny young faces. She didn't pay much attention to what they were talking about, and in the end, the one red haired kid said, "Mr. Peterson, could you say a few words, as our closing prayer?"

"I stammered and stuttered and mumbled, hell, I never prayed anything like that before. I used to do the Now I Lay Me .... and a few times got by with ... Good Bread, Good Meat, Good Lord, Let's Eat ... but that kid wanted a serious prayer. He saved me, he did it, but wanted me to have a prayer ready for the next meeting.

And he wanted Matty and I to get down on our knees before we went to bed, an pray, and ask God to show us, and let us know if this was the true religion. And, to do that all week, before the next meeting.

They were good, start praying out loud, ask for an answer, and the clincher ... he looked me right in the eye ... "If I can prove to YOU, that this is the true religion, WILL YOU JOIN THE CHURCH."

Ah, bah .... ah .... well .... I guess .... yeh ... sure, I guess ... if you can prove it to me ... well ... I guess .... well .... yea.

Them boys were good. They had us praying before every meal, every night, on our knees, praying ... and, by the next meeting, I had an opening prayer ready. By the 3rd meeting, I wanted to do the opening and the closing prayer. By the end of the 4th meeting I was thinking about becoming a minister, not a Mormon, but they had me all fired up. I was about ready to get a sign made up, and run around town like .... well, I always thought they were idiots .... running around like that, with the Jesus signs .. but I was ready to join them.

We never joined, later on, well there were some things I didn't like and all, and I thought they came off a little ... pushy .... and I guess I had a hard time with where their BOOK came from and all .... but, they are good.

So give them boys a try in Iraq and Iran, let them do their thing ... to terrorists. The FBI and everyone should know where there are thousands of them ... get them books out to them, knock on their doors, get them praying ... every night .. show them ... the true religion ... get em all .... carrying around their Book of Mormon ...