Can normalcy ever be universal?

 

Is such possible?

"You're the extremist, not me!"

"People like you should not have freedom of speech!"

"WHAT? Me?  No, YOU should be silenced."

Far LEFT? Far RIGHT? Fights in the street?

   

Here are a few things that have happened 

the past few years: 

No Jewish/Christion/anti abortion people cannot cross campus or stand near a "peaceful protest".

Police can be targets of harassment and threats when they are upholding the law?

This may be a public park but YOU can't speak here...

YOU don't agree with us, so we can blow whistles and scream in your face... 

    

We will block the streets because we are protesting and we can. Too bad for you, Doctor. Live with it.

                           

 Lord, help us!

So tired.

What about these "Far __??__" ideas :

A.  Far ___ Girl Scouts with survivalist instincts who regularly steal one cookie from each box of cookies because they deserve it.

B.  Far ___ Lutheran Women's Knitting Society who believe Catholic Women's Knitting really suck and plan to unravel all their projects.

C.  Far ___ Community Soccer Team for Pre-schoolers who kick the daylights out of the referee because he always blows the whistle.

D.  Far ___ Baptist Church Choir who plan to defeat and possibly beat up Methodist Church Choir in Christmas competitions because they think that the Methodist soprano is a ringer. 

E.  Far ___ Irish Dance festival having an Irish soda bread food fight against a Ballet school at fundraiser because they all think they are so hoity-toity.

F.  Far ___ Patients in care facilities who sabotage orderly coffee room because orderlies are not solicitous enough when helping patients.

G.  Far ___  Sports shop employees who loosen skateboard screws because those **** kids listen to wrong kind of music and are just plain irritating.

H. Far ___ librarians who remove books by Maurice Sendak and J.R..R. Tolkien from shelves because they were suspected of being  alcoholics and leading  possibly promiscuous life styles. 

What should the Baptist choir do to take out the Methodist Choir?

   

Should the Lutheran Women's Knitting guild destroy the Catholic's guild knitted baby blankets?

Should the Girl Scouts take a cookie just because? Even if it is a slim mint?

Once the cookie is gone, does that make it right?

Marshmallow hell in White Wood continues.

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what it might have looked like in marshmallow

The situation was dire, very very dire.  The marshmallow coated the small town was showing just how nasty marshmallow truly is. 

At first the population tried to dig their way out.  The marshmallow stretched and rebounded, white rubber bands.  Then some young kid suggested using fire to toast their way out.  A good idea for a child, but marshmallow continued to burn past the yummy stage, and the town was barely saved from a raging wildfire by local firemen from helicopters,

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The rain did not solve the problems either. 

The top layers of the marshmallow became leathery, which seemed a “hurrah” moment.  Unfortunately, only children were able to walk across the top.

What about getting food to each home?  Children were dispatched pulling sleds across the tough layers, carrying basics to place on porches.   Boxes were appreciated by everyone, even cranky Old Man Benson who lived alone.

The military was called in, with their scientists who finally discovered that liquid nitrogen would possibly freeze the marshmallow solid and could be chipped away.**  

All residents were ordered to stay inside their houses, and cuddle close to the fireplace, with a crackling fire burning high.  The helicopters flew around and over the town repeating this message many times.

All townspeople stepped of onto the solidly frozen marshmallow and began chipping away at it with every sharp tool. 

The military succeeded in clearing out the main thoroughfare and counting the citizens.  All were accounted for, except for Old Man Harold Benson. Small, elfin Timmy climbed up the steeple to see if Benson .could be seen anywhere.  The only evidence of Benson was ski mobiles trails across the crunchy top.  Old Man Hinkle was a wizened scrawny guy; the hardened  marshmallow top allowed him to escape the marshmallow-cursed town.

A letter had been left behind on the kitchen table:  ”I’m outta here…Gone to ‘Vegas…”


P.S.  I neglected to back-link the original story which inspired this follow up story:

explosion at marshmallow factory

**This doesn't work in reality, only in this story.

Go to:    This may clear up any confusion about 'what the heck?'

News from White Woods: Explosion

 

Source: Who started the first marshmallow fight?

The yard bore a striking resemblance to a white pure snow of the aftermath of an  explosion in the marshmallow factory.

The surprise explosion had spread an aromatic scent of vanilla over the marshmallow-covered town of White Woods.  Even the steeple  of the nearby church was coated with the sticky white stuff.  Several red cardinals were glued there, their pitiful songs heard about town.

Finally, an elfin boy named Timmy climbed up into the steep interior and then was lowered by rope to free the poor birds.  Oddly enough, the cardinals were able to fly away to nearby trees.

From the heights, Timmy watched faraway children dashing with toboggans in hand to slide down  “Killer Hill”.  He guffawed as each child became mired in the marshmallow ‘snow’, sinking rapidly into the white gloppy goo.

A thunder storm was on the horizon, according the Farmer's Almanac and old man Harold Benson's knees. It would wash away much of the marshmallow stuff and send it down the nearby creek. However, the runoff would severely affect  the coming harvest. Farmers were concerned

 Kudos to Delores at Under the Porch Light who delightfully selected 6 words and part of a sentence.  Thee underlined and bold words are from that 2013 Wednesday Words offerings. Delores no longer is on line.  Fun times. This tradition is provided by River

Go to her site and get the latest.

The theme of this catastrophe comes from a folk tale from Europe.

 a sentence prompt to be used as the blogger desires miss her.