|
|
A Special Message from Jack T. Chicken Dear Friends in Floss: As a new Petermanite, I was shocked. It was 1999, and I had just seen the light after watching Carol use her moop-grabbing tool while bicycling. I ran into some Area 47 buddies jogging around the trash fence. I thought they had just gotten saved, too. But then came the surprise. They told me they had known the Peterman Plan since 1995. I said, "Hoopboy, when we were building domes back in Seattle, why didn't you tell me about the Peterman Plan? I could have been injured by my improperly secured dome, or disgusted by its lack of pleasing colors, and would have been morose and useless by the night of The Burn." He replied, "Jack, we talked it over, whether or not to tell you about the Peterman Plan, and decided you would be the last guy on earth to accept it." I was speechless. I felt betrayed. If I had failed to be accepted in an orderly Theme Camp, my rejection would have been on their hands. I wonder how many Burners I've overlooked and neglected to tell about the Peterman Plan: neighbors, friends, etc. It's an awesome thought. Aquaphenia 3:18 says, "When I say unto the newbie, Thou shalt surely underprepare; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the newbie from his newbie way, to save his life; the same newbie shall wallow in his playa dust; but his gear will I require at thine hand." That is an awesome verse. May the Playa Chicken give us a greater burden to reach the default world, and to remember we will give an account at the SeaCompression for what we did down here. Your brother in floss, Jack T. Chicken |