He spent a lot of time telling world his history He spent a lot of time talking about his medical experience He spent some time talking about his first wife. I wonder how Wendy felt about that He spent time talking about gratitude He never mentioned he was Gods prophet to the world He ever said this is what God wants the world to hear Bottom line it was about Rusty And what was with the music playing as he was talking
Lot's Wife Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'd like to buy the world a yawn.
I'd like to build the world a home And furnish it with love Grow apple trees and honey bees And snow white turtle doves
I'd like to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony I'd like to hold it in my arms And keep it company
I'd like to see the world for once All standing hand in hand And hear them echo through the hills For peace through out the land (That's the song I hear)
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Honey bees for Utah.
And to divert for a moment: I *would* like to hold the world in my arms. I would like to see everyone stand hand in hand. Just for a moment - at this time we're living in. Some days are hard. A little harmony can go a long way. Perfect might be a stretch!
For a few years I socialized with the man, an ageing studio musician, who came up with the "Coke Is It" jingle. There were others he did that I've forgotten.
One, though, was the army's "Be the Best that You Can Be," an accomplishment with which he, an upper-West Side liberal, was never fully comfortable. Pleading relative poverty, he threw up his hands and lamented, "all artists are whores" and "even Michelangelo worked for the Medici."
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He was a great guy. So too is his son, who is now a studio musician and writer of film scores in LA. Along with the older man's wife, we were the core of a little group of jazz lovers who would meet every few weeks to explore some New York dive.
I interestingly read a few weeks ago that one of those places is still up and running. There's a woman named Marjorie that has for decades hosted Sunday concerts at her home in Harlem. They were, and presumably still are, wonderful events where people of all races, ages, and gender identities would gather and share our hostess's snacks while listening to amazing music. And she did those things for free, as a gesture to the community.
One of my TBM Facebook friends has been hyping this for several days. I know him from high school. He lives outside the Morridor. All that to say, he has a lot of non-MORmON FB friends, and actually gets a lot of interest in many of his posts. But about a third of his posts are flagrant MORmON propaganda, and they always languish with conspicuously little attention. That also goes for his efforts to hype Rusty's talk.
So, will anyone notice? No, I don't think so. They certainly won't care.
Brother Of Jerry Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I notice he wasn't grateful for the healing power > of the Priesthood™. Vegetable oil has finally > met its match.
ROFL
(If ever there was a time for some healing power this would be it. You'd think).