Jewish Odysseus: HOW WE LIKE TO GET RID OF RATS.

Friday, May 25, 2012

HOW WE LIKE TO GET RID OF RATS.

Here is a dead, smelly rat...I'll call him "Brett Kimberlin."

What would you like me to do with him?

Undecided, huh? Well, here is a strong, sleek snake. I'll call him "Blogosphere."

Now what would you like me to do with Brett Kimberlin? Aaaaaahhhh, I thought so!! Well, the people have spoken...Say goodnight, Mr. Kimberlin!:

All kidding aside, this little rat never really hurt a person. Brett Kimberlin, however, has been convicted of multiple bombings and perjury, and now he feels entitled to cyber-stalk people whose shoes he's not fit to shine. He feels that the money of the Tides Foundation, Barbra Streisand, Soros, and the demented TrustFund Left will protect him from whatever filthy misdeeds he dreams up.

But don't bet on it. Here's another rat that reminds me of Kimberlin, look how confidently he swaggers into that little box, heheh!

Surely Brett Kimberlin has never read the following verses of Proverbs 16, words of wisdom from King Solomon:

5 The Lord detests all the proud of heart.
    Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished.
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18 Pride goes before destruction,
    a haughty spirit before a fall.
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25 There is a way that appears to be right,
    but in the end it leads to death.
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27 A scoundrel plots evil,
    and on their lips it is like a scorching fire.

Note: No living creatures were harmed in the production of this video.

UPDATE: Afantastic number of fantastic bloggers are doing SOOOOO much today on this issue, there's no way I can come close to keeping up with even listing them, but one of the best is Mizzzz Marezilla, catch her at her lair!!

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The Odyssey by Homer, Chapter 21:

For long Odysseus stood with the bow in his hands, handling it as a minstrel handles a lyre when he stretches a cord or tightens a peg. Then he bent the great bow; he bent it without an effort, and at his touch the bow-string made a sound that was like the cry of a swallow. The wooers seeing him bend that mighty bow felt, every man of them, a sharp pain at the heart. They saw Odysseus take up an arrow and fit it to the string. He held the notch, and he drew the string, and he shot the bronze-weighted arrow straight through the holes in the back of the axe-heads. Then as Eumæus took up the axes, and brought them outside, he said, ‘Thou seest, lord Telemachus, that thy guest does not shame thee through foolish boasting. I have bent the bow of Odysseus, and I have shot the arrow aright. But now it is time to provide the feast for the lords who woo thy lady mother. While it is yet light, the feast must be served to them, and with the feast they must have music and the dance.’ Saying this he nodded to Telemachus, bending his terrible brows. Telemachus instantly girt his sword upon him and took his spear in his hand. Outside was heard the thunder of Zeus. And now Odysseus had stripped his rags from him and was standing upright, looking a master of men. The mighty bow was in his hands, and at his feet were scattered many bronze-weighted arrows.