"The Daring Dufas" wrote in message
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s taught us Catechism of the Catholic Church, I still have
knots on my head from a half century ago. There were no Bible readings
like in my Protestant cousin's schools. Let's see, there was Sister
Torture, Sister Autopsy, Sister Defenestration, Sister Execution, Sister
Exsanguination. My first grade teacher was Sister Godzilla, an
American then the principal, Mother Mothra. The Parish priest was Father
Bigfoot. We small children were controlled and made to behave
through the production of shear terror.

Scissor attacks!!!! That's worst than the worst ruler across the knuckles
story I've ever hear, and I grew up across the street from a huge Catholic
complex (church, rectory, bingo hall, convent, school and monsignor's
castle). They do have a different playbook than public schools (where I
went, although I took catechism classes in the Catholic school. At 60 to 70
kids to a class, they made do by seriously downsizing the furniture. It was
like a visit to Russia.

As a result, I have absolutely no fear of terrorists

Sure you do. You write about them all the time. I don't know why. What a
terrorist would want in your neck of the woulds I can't imagine. Now here
in the DC area they have apparently unfinished business. People don't seem
to remember that 9/11 was an encore performance. They tried once before and
failed but kept trying. I worry that's the logic behing their next set of
targets.

but I do have an inexplicable fear of giant albino
penguins, they invaded my dreams for many years.

There's something about that face in the oval of white. Back in my time
nuns wore habits. I don't think they do know, at least not like the old
days. What's that Cheech and Chong riff, Sister Mary Elephant?

http://www.justsomelyrics.com/204735...lephant-Lyrics

Good morning, class. Good morning, class. Class? Class!? SHUT UP!!!!! Thank
you.
As you know your regular teacher Sister Rosetta Stone is on a small
vacation. However she does send her love, at least fingerpaintings, and desk
club she`s making. I am your substitute teacher, Sister Mary Elephant.
Class, attention. Attention, class! Class? SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.
Young man, now give me that knife. (Knife hits wall) Thank you.
Now class, you all know who I am, so let`s find out who you are.
Class? Class!? SHUT UP!!!!!

--
Bobby G.