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.
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