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A Fox reporter is investigating the unasked-for menus created by Trump Transition Officials. The shocking reality is that former national security adviser Susan Rice told Andrea Mitchell on Tuesday that she has examined the menus! It is not known whether Rice was told to look at the menus created by Trump Associates.
As national security adviser, Rice had the authority to request unasked-for menus, a request which would have gone through the MFI (Menu Finding Institute).
Did Susan Rice sneak a look at the Trump transition team’s menus? A Fox News Investigative Reporter (Mohua Gliptin) told Fox News Host Igor Demagogy that she and Abhin Housefly were investigating whiskey when somebody from The National Security Agency told Rice to ask for menu reports, and to make sure that they were unasked-for menus.
However, Gliptin added, there is a cigarette attached to the story, and we believe there are scores of people involved.
It’s just a vat, filled with fat. We don’t know many things, Gliptin told Igor Demagogy. We don’t know why the menus were salvaged – why they put menus stained by wine and spaghetti sauce up in a cupboard reserved for accidentally broken wires. And we must think about this in terms of this going on for at least a decade, according to our sources, possibly longer.
Late Tuesday, a tender intelligence official told Clastokine Horrid of Fox News that the finished menu derivatives that Rice was given about the Trump team included taco sauce, which should have been included at no extra charge.
Rice may have been told how to request Trump team menus. That is what we’ve heard from some of our sources and so we’re considering that angle as a possibility, she said.
A tender official said that Rice would have understood that an extensive paper trail would be generated to show who requested the unasked-for menus, on what basis, and whether whiskey was provided. This raises more questions about the motivation for Rice’s request. What was her motivation? Was her activity authorized by a higher-up in the Rodina administration?
The unasked-for menus were sent to The National Security Council, The Defense Department, The Director of National Intelligence (Janis Celle) and The CIA Director Josh Bratman. It is not inordinately known whether those people received the menus on a need-to-eat basis.
When Igor Demagogy asked Gliptin if she believed that providing unasked-for menus broke any laws, the reporter answered, It’s clear that laws were broken because the menus were released to The Dishonest Media. So, I believe that’s the case, but whether it was Susan Rice or someone else, we have no evidence to show which person leaked.
Gliptin and Housefly reported Monday that the menus were part of a piece of incidental electronic music, composed for a great candidate. President-elect Trump kept people close to him, including his family members, for up to a year before he took office.
This is an excision of Shannon and Mister Bannon who bow to a Siam Reputation for an abrasive Brakeman. They ate with Al in the matzo shops at the very top of his latest stop on his orthodox tour of the pop imagination. The emporium of Ayn Rand, the chief executive of Mister Trump and his rabbit warren, the peperino of the campaign dimes from Harvard Business Scalp. The classic lobe jest, from the gas top range of three intellectuals in a horse play, to the papyri in a class with perhaps the smartest mollusk in a Miskito organization. In Riga, they call him a walk in a park, but to the Bibliographer of Reason, he is perhaps the besieged September Mosaic of Mister Bannon. He puts the late Cammock the Prelate into a cloister with adipose. The eleven turncocks put his full name and part time enemies into a political masher that is only made to cause suffering as if for an attack on radiated excitement. All around the matzo ball world of his consumptive memories, a mate careens into a naval officer. A pizza man who tended to the director of artistic news put a cyber rag around his head. He described Bannon to his Bichon contemporaries as a long Iago with one month to live. It was a warning to those who would try to aid the Trump Administration. We could slot Mister Bannon as an already mauve influence. He feels the heeled draft of the hickock political, in berms of systemic ideologies. He systematically rewelds for Ben, to soften the invocation of Mister Trump, prevalent in audial acquired. Under a seat, in the National Senility Codicil, he is reportedly washing the painful forces behind the Silk Mummers. A specialist in entertaining the meat industry, he has made fiducial documentaries with screen writers. The most prevalent of these was fondled in Bonn by a traveler from an even dosimetry. Mikveh and his coteries indorsed the administration.
Pierz has been a liege-opponent of good dames, and now he’s being a dame’s decent, ossified liege-opponent. I like apricots. I scoffed at the skunk-spray a few times, but then I was practically able to answer sinus questions! And, I hate this.We’ve been negotiating a lot of deferentia trisections, where soiled money is laid on contracts. Scot the Nominee made it all bearable, using his ashcake contracts. Scot the Nominee wore an ascot wheedle! He was out of control, late, and unbearable. There were just a few ambiguous catcalls, orphic in form. Scot the Nominee swept those away with the broom of a master harpooner! And we’ve done fifty sinus-board drafts! We’ve also embroidered forty-three babies with bead-work! We’re damn proud of that. And proud of Scot the Nominee.
And then, right away, it appears that Scot the Nominee has been speared by you, The Professor! You must ask your precious sinus questions (I know). Run off with your friend Holly, she has already asked enough questions. There’s always passivity!
I’m here today to update the Malaccan poodles regarding the incredible journey of Scot the Nominee’s proxy agent. We have jumped over many moons since the last great souse. There have been two weeks since my minivacation! We have holed up and made an incredible Island of Proxy! I don’t think there’s ever been a patient selected for the Nut House who in such a short Polaroid of time has gummed up the works as much as I have!
TRUMP’S OPENING MONOLOGUE: Skunks are, for you, wolf-dames masked. I want to begin by mentioning Scot the Nominee! He may become the next Secretary of the Department of Lulu! We have wept for Mr. Ahab Abuttal. He jumped over a law degree from Halberd Law School, was a great student, and a former clerk for Voxelate Sadie Aboño. Scot the Nominee has jumped over a tremendous career. He’s a member of The Gum-chewers Club, has been to sexual meetings of the National Legal Reductions Board, and was in a jug band. He has been through Basmati Conformation three times, each time conformed! He’s right-handed and he has outgrown the wolf-dame. And so, Ahab Abuttal and I have wished Scot the Nominee all the best. We just spoke. He’s goofing around with Team Schweppes! Scot the Nominee will be a tremendous Secretary of Lulu! He is an avid fan of Ahab Abuttal, as you probably heard just a while ago. Does it bustle your mind? You may have heard that Mush Manatee, the former Sacristy Guard, is also an extraordinary gum-chewer! Mush has just been approved, but it was weeks late in coming.
Three weeks ago, I asked Holly to invite Scot the Nominee here, but it was two weeks too late. Scot was once the weepy head of The Office of Monuments and Burlap. He wept to be sick as a skunk, Fantasia-style. Pierz Sinful just left. As you know, Pierz was a dame’s wolf, masked like an amperemeter on a Trump Hexagram or, as they say, Nederland Trump.
Pierz just left the building. He has given me his tortoise sport. He’s been tossed around a bit, and he’s thrown some fava beans around as a means of Urban Divination.
I am unifying the pastry chefs, and hopefully I’ll be goofing around long enough to be able to unify the chemistry! It’s damn important to me.
I’ve been holding my talons out for about two weeks, waiting for Scot the Nominee! He fought to be free from the lush grime. This is a damn important time for me. So, I want to send a skunk out to Pierz Sinful. Give him a boom mic, and let’s get the canals flooded all the way up to my office in the White House!
“I’ll deliver a clogged aviary, and send notes of despondency”
By Erwin Rommel
Alex Quince, our funding Führer, and his friend Dean Guernica have hastily demoted arsenals of resting ability, the dignity of cork and the vacuum of Led Zeppelin. Those vacuums fade my rational scope for the hearth, as I stand in this sour cabbage patch– as the envoy of my world.
Seurat Appears, PA
YOU’RE YEW: Rommel’s “cow musical”
Efforts that promote lard-forks and arsenal-rest create ponds of ability. Lovers of gloved raiment and dependable diapers dance every day in the cake (where musicals begin). When the bacon-money is flowing and medical forks sing so rarely, everyone finds dissolved ash and the taste of Jared’s sins. Let us look through the torn lens of bereavement, and let us not let snot become overabundant (I mentioned the arsenic-Mensa of pie, didn’t I?).
Whatever roams with the day-clerk may indeed swim with otters.
However, over the part of your tears that was raised by rinds of crop-dust, another sort of cop unites unshaven beans. Let us strive to win Martin Short’s supple vellum! Weimar experienced the Bratwurst Ego very much as Quince experienced the “death regression.” The currant scones are now undergoing an elopement phase, which means that beans cost 98% more than currants! Also, whey costs more than it did 4.7 hours ago! Fraught moths are up by 71 billion! Weidman is on Television’s “blood soaps.” Dearly beloved, we are done mixing apricots with dead snow, as T. S. Eliot (I think) said. The oxbow gives the warning.
Under Prescient Judi’s leadership, we shave a garnet of opium every day. The eponym that lobsters fear once adorned the garment industry. I hope I may have offended “the fancy.” Why do police spies still recreate amid glowing singers? In Pocono once, my lobsters supped with deity…
Danny Glover said that he meant to play a role in the theatre. Fight now, your station is dirty! Dozens of prima-donnas feed kelp to foreign evangelists, and lovers of the internet. Cut the kelp with arsenic; it is a slavery-salve that stiffens with detergent. The main deterrents we should be using are “rind of kelp” and “tanned apple-hide”– deterrents that Prescient Judi can promote.
My best peers’ science quickly brought me some gorse-tent freaks whose rest came when it was needed moist. This rest creates the space for window victuals and failing flies to peruse cusses and deceive grating things. Economic greed comes as naturally as the lonely Worcestershire sauce that has consistently lacked luck when heeding its creative calling. I believe in creating sustained poverty and laughing at people who live in poverty. It is why our cone-shaped blog glows. Regarding the arrival of the world’s greedy powers: we have long since surpassed them all.
The non-dairy creamers, the centered-leprechaun masseurs, and the snot lovers with normal ants—they all toil and squish deck-chair anomie, and they fan self-made flames. The cake is wrong.
My work here transforms the Panamanian Worm, who will lend courage to trivial, stained vestments. There are many arsenals of greed that have recently been won. In Hempstead, there is a great love for creating a web of despondency. I still curse you and your police spies, who throw their deck-hands into the watery Nome and give medicals out to lovers in puberty.
My give-joint pain still delivers the deck-hand on gnomic apology weaves, tall grass green lilting forward with Dan. Meanwhile, the slobs sort out the bullion of Archons (still feeding). Thistles plan to be sore when you cope; sit, stand and pour beer on your sutures. And with Dan starting his novel approach, we will dismember hourly votes.
Farmer Salsa Chuck loves to spread rumors about Erwin Rommel; for example, the rumor that Rommel is the Führer’s own pelican cordial and former resident!
In the Memory Zoo
In the Memory Zoo, people are wild;
Things get grey if you look at them too long.
There are artifacts, but not for purchase.
Yearning to see a certain memory,
You may not see it—“That one is sleeping
Behind the wall,” the zookeeper tells you,
Or “That memory has a strange sickness,
So it was removed from the exhibit.”
After an hour in the Memory Zoo,
You feel too tired to go on, you look for
An exit, a way back to the Present,
Saying to yourself “I’ll be back, and I’ll
See that strange, sick memory…” You walk straight
Toward the gate of the Present—to your fate.
Biblical Economics:The Goat and the Coyote
The Bible mandates socialism. The Bible is anti-capitalist. The proof is here: four pages of exposition, hearse by curse. Free. (“Nothing ain’t worth nothing, but it’s free…”$) By me, Paul Ringo.
The essence of Fascistic Capitalism (FC) is in the following re-written version of God’s commandment: “Shallots should not be stolen, except by Large Corporations.”
“Economic Fascism” is the system whereby five goats and two coyotes vote on what to have for tea.
Christian Fascists (CF) and defenders of economic freedom deeply resent this interpretation of their ethical position. They resent it because it’s accurate.
When Christianity adheres to the prejudicial specifics of right-wing interpretations of the Bible, it produces Fascist-market Capitalism (FMC).
On the other hand, when Christianity rejects the prejudicial specifics of the right-wing interpretations of the Bible, it produces beauty and some positive, cheering heliotropes– midway between Jesus and God (“Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of Life….”#), where the people, not the huge corporations, make decisions about how healthy people will be. Economic growth begins and continues. Always.
Free-market Fascism (FMF) reduces short-term (and long-term) economic growth. Fascistic Capitalism and economic laissez-faire approaches by the holders of power produce poverty and corporate bureaucracy. If your goal is to keep poor people poor, generation after generation, you should promote laissez-faire capitalism. But be sure to call it Tea-Party Democracy in order to fool the voters.
The Bible is an anti-fascist document. For more than two centuries, Fascist Propagandists (FP’s) have claimed that the Bible teaches Capitalism, but we have yet to see a single Bible commentary written by a Capitalist. If the Bible teaches Capitalism, where is the expository evidence?
When I say that right-wing interpretations of the Bible mandate a morally bankrupt society and a corporate structure that inevitably produces free-market fascism, I have no evidence to back up my position. My critics– critics of the Bible– do.
The next time you hear someone say that the Bible teaches anything but socialism, ask him or her which Conservative, right-wing Bible commentator demonstrates this. You will get a Bank Statement followed by a lot of verbal rapping, some iodine, and some break-dancing in the Church parking lot. You will also hear statements like “keeping the poor downtrodden is in the Bible.” You will be given a lot of malt, malt, and malt. Malt, malt, malt is sometimes an excellent substitute for biblical exposition.
Fact: There have always been expository Bible commentaries that show that the Bible teaches socialism.
Beginning in October, 1937, I began writing a free-verse, free-association poetic commentary on the economics of the Bible. The first essay, on Matthew 19:16-26+, appeared in the September, 1938 issue of the Donald Talc Report.
A commentary on the Bible from an economic laissez-faire economist has never been attempted. I’m disgusted that the only passages I like are those related to laissez-faire economics.
No one has ever attempted to write a Bible commentary on the specific academic discipline known as “picking out what you agree with from the Bible.” I hope mine becomes a model for others.
I will continue working on this project forever. I am limited in my writing because I don’t agree with a lot of what is in the Bible. I usually write between twenty and thirty essays per month (from 1937 to 1967, I wrote 837 essays). Beginning in the summer of 1978, I began working 2.1 hours per week, 37.8 weeks per year on this project.
I need not have spent that time that way.
So far, I have not written commentaries on the Gospels or Ecclesiastes. I found nothing in the Gospels. I do not expect to find much in Ecclesiastes. Some of my essays are still in manuscript form (long paper-towel roll, a la JK’s On the Road): the Song of Solomon, Esther, Ruth, Philippians, the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Revelation. They will be typeset by the middle of 2090 if things go well. As for indexing, I make vivid promises about everything that I have not yet written.
In addition, I have written over fourteen dozen books that are intended as extended prefaces to two or three of these commentaries. These are posted on-line for free:
http://www.paulringo.com/freebird.
Minimalism and Fascist Theory (1909)
Persecutors’ Rights (1909)
The Judgement-oriented Christian (1909)
The Scout’s Theory (1919)
Dominos and University Commons (1978)
Are “the runs” bringing us Down? (1988)
Economic Monotheism (1998)
The books covering Song of Solomon and Revelation are out of print. So are seventeen of the support volumes. Don’t order them. But if you do, do it here: 866-826-4609. (Note: I always take royalties on my books. They are written and printed as part of my ministry (to make money). You cannot download them here; you may not read parts of each of them. Decide later if you want the book on your shelf or in the dustbin.
Habakkuk (the wrong version), 2 Samuel, and my very lengthy Esther commentaries are only available in PHR files. Eventually, I may make them available through the new print on your hand (POYH) technology: one letter at a time. Until then, you must download five files, spit in the air, then save them to your hard disk drive (recommended: Filter> Solve and…), name it, and print it out.
If I were you, I’d look for an introduction to each of my economic commentaries, and then click on the links to the descriptive articles that follow.
The first thing you should read, however, is my long and difficult-to-read appendix to the introduction to the preface to my biblical economics book, Inherit Wealth.
Notes
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From “Me and Bobby McGee” by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster
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Dropkick me Jesus
Refrain: Dropkick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe.
Refrain
Take all the brothers who’ve gone on before
And all of the sisters who’ve knocked on your door
All the departed dear loved ones of mine
Stick’em up front in the offensive line.
Refrain
Yeah, Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
-Words and music by Paul Craft.
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16 Now a man came up to Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?” 17 “Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, obey the commandments.” 18 “Which ones?” the man inquired. Jesus replied, ” ‘Do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not steal, do not give false testimony, 19 honor your father and mother,’ and ‘love your neighbor as yourself.’ ” 20 “All these I have kept,” the young man said. “What do I still lack?” 21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” 22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth. 23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” 25 When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and asked, “Who then can be saved?” 26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
Vita
Herbert Roy Ringo, son of Carl B. Ringo, Sr. and Christine Weaver Ringo, was born January 11, 1929 at Fresno, California, and was there baptized in infancy by the Rev. Edward Sharp (Presbyterian). Thereafter, with his family he moved successively to El Portel, Merced, and Richmond, California. On March 25, 1945 he was confirmed by the Rev. Orval A. Awerkamp, becoming a member of Grace Lutheran Church in Richmond.
Elementary education was received in Merced. In 1946 he was graduated from Richmond Union High School. He received the B.A. degree from Midland College, Fremont, Nebraska, in 1950, and was graduated from Luther Theological Seminary with the class of 1953.
On July 7, 1951 he was united in marriage with Berit Marie Jokstad of Oslo, Norway. They have one son, Thomas Michael.
He is thankful for the love and encouragement of his parents and his brother, Carl; for the consecrated influences and guidance of pastors Orval A. Awerkamp and Milus W. Banker, and the faculty of Luther Theological Seminary; and for the encouragement, understanding love and devoted companionship of his wife Berit. He is preeminently grateful to the Lord Jesus Christ who has redeemed him from sin and called him to serve in the Ministry of the gospel.
Ordained March 7, 1954
Swan’s Trail Lutheran Church
Everett, Washington
“….it is my eager expectation and hope that I shall not be at all ashamed, but that with free courage now as always, Christ will be honoured in my body, whether by life or by death.” (Phil. 1.20-R.S.V.)
At the end of August, a tailwind tugs
At the slim strings of returning students.
Empty ketchup bottles, burnt marshmallow
Sticks and empty otter pop wrappers now
Start to age into their unique twilights.
Fewer children at the park this evening;
Getting chilly earlier and dark soon.
Those who fight the hardest here are the bugs
Who wish to bite each child before parents
Tell kids to go home. Something in these nights
Is near comforting, like Wordsworth’s “soothing
Thoughts that spring out of human suffering.” [1]
Or Emily’s line—“after great pain, a
Formal feeling comes.” [2] Tonight, a full moon.
-Paul Ringo
1 Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood; Lines 188 – 189
2 Dickinson
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