Well this week was pretty standard as always. We went on
exchanges with the zone leaders. Our area which is already comprised of two
English areas is basically being doubled as a branch in Midwood Brooklyn is
being shut down. So now we can go pretty much anywhere and not get in trouble.
But I still can't go pick up my mail from the mission office. Wouldn't want to
lose sight of what I'm here to accomplish right? Yep.
We're focused on getting people to come to church and
it's not working out too well. That is disappointing. That's what happens when
people have to work Sunday's just to make ends meet. And then the rest are just
lazy. Frustrating. If I sound grumpy that's just because I must have some sort
of stomach virus and it's raining like crazy. Oh random story. We were in park
slope and I got interviewed by a black guy named Eminem. He was going around
asking people who they wanted to win the presidency. Hillary or Bernie. I said,
"well are those my only choices?" Then I got a little shoutout for
Cruz in there. Hopefully Eminem pushes that out to his fan base to give Cruz a
little boost. Hehe Seriously how about politics these days? You get to pick
from a spoiled brat that may or may not like to wear his sheets, someone that
killed American operators and should be in jail, or a socialist. Yippee. How's
that for the first presidential election I get to vote in. Geez don't make the
choice easy there. I actually got to see a clip of Hillary when she gets asked
about the Benghazi deal. I'm sorry. Even if you didn't have anything to do with
it. You don't sarcastically smile and roll your eyes. Good Americans died. Take
this job seriously. (Insert screaming and cussing in violent Dominican slang
and Spanglish)
Alright! I feel sufficiently like an old grumpy Dominican
man.
Later,
Ry
Ps. 'MERICA is gonna be ok because there are still people
like this:
“The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to
the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we
were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest.
There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their
clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable -- and let
it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen
may cry, ‘Peace! Peace!’ -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun!
The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of
resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle?
What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace
so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it,
Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me
liberty, or give me death!” -Patrick Henry
qsc thm
