A Time for Correction
Countdown: 26 Days
Remaining Sabbaths: 3
Fulfilled Prophecies: 0*
Failed Prophecies: Priceless
Normally, I would blame any errors on this blog on Dill Weed, Jr. But, this time we both stepped in it. Well, we were right until we were wrong. Allow me to explain.
Some posts ago, after a night of scratching, hissing, biting and (milk) bottle throwing, Junior and me agreed to give credit to Ron for one fulfilled prophecy - The Seventh Thunder (at least a peal anyway). Well, DANG IT! Ron's pulled the blanket out from under both of us. No easy task by the way.
Ron no longer believes in the Seventh Thunder, increased publicity proving he is God's End Time prophet, Spokesman Witness, blah, blah, blah.
I have removed credit to Weinland for a fulfilled prophecy. As he himself does not believe in the prophecy he delivered, I cannot in good faith give him credit for it. Ron is back to zero.*
BUT, Junoir and me are not giving up! We are working together to fulfill the Seventh Thunder! We creating some extra content to see if we can't cause a rumble or two, set things off, maybe things will 'get stirred up'.
So grab some snacks, let the dog out, keep the cat in, feed him, pet him and burp him (you guys burp your cats, right?), turn off the TV, get some pillows, unplug the phone and take turns hitting the refresh button. Junior's got his Windows 95 powered up. I'm opening two bottles of milk so we can 'focus' on our incredbile, amazing, dumbfounding task! : D You can't understand, but its OK.