From Everlasting to Everlasting
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the galactic bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the ballroom, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
[Translation]: The fiendish Galactic Empire found itself engaged in epic struggle against the rebellious onslaught of chiffon and satin gloves. And we, everyone one of us, discovered the real purpose of prayer.
That is, that those on either side of the battle lines would in fact wage their terrible campaign and conduct themselves duly within the rules of war.
Such as it is.
Defiant, our young battle chief (aka my nephew, John) throws down the challenge and arrays his lines with a bone-chilling compliment of:
Droids
Stormtroopers
and (wait for it)
Light Sabers.
It’s not going to be pretty.
But wait! What’s this?
It appears his would-be adversary (aka my niece, Mary) has comported herself with what, at cursory glance, appears a meager defense! Ha!
“I’m ready. But…um. What are your weapons?” he challenges in defiant and confident mirth.
And with equal confidence—and every bit of Right Always Wins—our Mary meets the recalcitrance with that most ancient and deadliest of salvoes:
“My weapons are karate…and Everlasting Love.”
No small counter-attack, we observe.
And no small job for the Referee (aka my sister-in-law, Lara), who found herself navigating the knotted diplomacy when our John argued, “MoooOOOOOOomm! That’s not fair! Then they’ll never die!”
Ah, the art of war.
OH my!!! That is the funniest thing I ever read! Shoot the cat Johnny, shoot the cat!!!
hello its me ur son and showed all my friends POMR and this website and they all laffed their heads off you r really funny alex your son again
ha ha hey, kiddo :)