Skipper Bill:
May you grant me the privilege of expostulating to the tune of a jazz
strain, which is indicative of life, the melody of the living and the
nemesis of the dead, and dying.
Under the cloak of religion there are too many one-cylinder brains
functioning to the detriment of our country, creed and constitution,
and the space you allotted to the vituperations of an ecclesiastic ass,
yclept Rev. J. Herbden Walters, was just two pages too much.
Women have always been enigmas so far as man is concerned, and it doesn’t
require any brand of spiritual interpretation to convince us mortals that
such a condition is in keeping with Allah’s plan of things.
No man who ever fell for the charms of a woman can point an accusing
finger at her. When she makes herself “sweet to look upon” she is but
fulfilling her destiny on this earth, and the power of man was created
for the sole purpose of battering down her resistence--that’s God’s law;
it’s the same in all forms of life.
No, Bill, his dose is diarrhoetic and we are not seeking purgatives. His
mentality is sadly lacking and his virility could well be questioned.
Personally, such festers on our social cosmos sort o’ rankles me, for I
try to atune myself to the Greater Law.
In closing, and ere I sign my John Henry to these sentiments, let me
enlist the eloquence of Alexander Smith, whose brain gave birth to these
lines:
“The saddest thing that can befall a soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman.”
One of the male specie,