Will the Fat Lady PLEASE sing? (standard:humor, 915 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 13 2016	Views/Reads: 2105/1389	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
To have what Solomon calls a patient spirit, is an admirable goal, and I work on it as hard as I can but I know that my hope is not in the “political cycle” but in the Lord Jesus Christ alone.

We find ourselves once again in another political cycle. I call it a
political cycle because everything is going around in circles. Each 
cycle seems to get bigger and bigger. 

For instance. One day a politician will say one thing and the next day
he will swing completely around and say something else. I would call it 
a merry-go-round, but there isn't anything very merry about it. Rather, 
it is quite dizzy for me. What they really should call it is the 
“Dizzy-Go-Round.” 

Of course, the politicians are counting upon people getting “dizzy” so
they do not really know what is going on and who they are voting for. 
It is almost like a Ponzi scheme, more goes in than comes out. 

The question that I pose is simply, am I voting for the Thursday edition
politician or the Friday edition? They carry the same name but you 
would not know they were the same person or even related. 

I am not going to say I am quite frustrated with all of this political
nonsense. I am but if I say it, it will make me even angrier. To watch 
a political “debate” (and I'm really stretching the meaning of that 
word) feels like you are watching a bunch of grade schoolers having a 
brawl on the playground. 

Actually, I probably would enjoy the playground brawl more than the
political brawl. One has class and the other, well, doesn't. 

It all came to a head last Tuesday. I was frustrated. I was mumbling
under my breath. I was clenching my fist and roaming through our house. 


I finally sat down in my easy chair to calm down and drink a hot cup of
coffee. It was then that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage queried 
me as to what I was all upset about. 

I wish she would not have asked me because then I exploded and gave her
several leftover pieces of my mind. 

“It's all these idiotic politicians trying to impress me with how
idiotic they really are and then wanting me to vote for them.” 

I sighed very deeply and concluded my tirade by saying, “When will all
of this nonsense be over?” 

For a moment, she just stared at me. You know. One of those “wife”
stares that wives often give their husbands. 

Finally, she stood up, looked at me with both hands on her hips and
said, “Well, it ain't over till the fat lady sings.” Then she walked 
out of the room into the kitchen. 

I have not heard that phrase for, I cannot remember how long. Why it
came to her mind at this particular time I am not quite sure. Then it 
got me to thinking. 

Everything, good or bad, does end sometime. I may not like the end, but
that is beside the point. 

I am not sure where this phrase, “It ain't over until the fat lady
sings,” comes from and I am not quite sure if it is politically correct 
today. After all, is it PC to say the words “fat” and “lady” in the 
same sentence let alone the same phrase? 

I just am glad I did not say it. 

However, it got me thinking along this line. If it ain't over until the
fat lady sings, where in the world and who in the world is this fat 
lady? Does she have a name? 

I think we need to pool our resources together as a nation, find who
this lady really is and then get her to sing. I don't care what she 
sings. If it ain't over until she sings, then for goodness sake, let 
her sing whatever she wants to sing. 

No matter what she sings, everybody ought to come together and not only


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