Friday, May 12, 2017

One Boss

Aw Erin, please don't be sad.  You are MY girl, you are my love, you are MINE.  I love you, and I will marry you inshaAllah.  I'm not going to let you go, my beautiful Erin.  I noticed that you have only one boss now.  Well, you've always prided yourself on being monogamous.  You must be a perfect woman.  Congratulations, my love.  You have great business sense.  And now you don't have to be pulled in many directions.

It's almost time for the general elections here.  I don't like politics, but I will be responsible and go vote.  I believe it's more practical to evaluate a politician by his/her past behavior than to buy into promises.  I certainly cannot and will not endorse a politician who behaved as if the music does not exist, while it has become clear that the music generates revenue for the community and has turned this village into a global propaganda center for Islam.  MashaAllah!  My feelings are compounded by the fact that I can't afford the tools I need to work with, and I can't afford to marry.  Allah has entrusted me with the protection and nurturing of this music.  Allah is my Boss.  However, I am 51 years old and have never been married.  I need kids, that's why I want 3 wives.

This evening, I dug up stumps over at your house with a hoe (not ho).  In Malay, it's called a "cangkul" (pronounced "changkul").  It's great exercise, so I don't need to workout today.  Got to stay in shape you know.  My body belongs to my wives now.  For dinner, I made a couple of sausage, tomato and cheese calzones.  The dough was soft and the tomatoes were wet, so the edges were sharp enough to poke through the dough.  I had to fold one of them over to cover the holes.  It tasted the same as the other one which was done correctly, but doughier.