BethU
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- May 11, 2008
- Messages
- 2,646
- Reason
- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 05/2008
- Country
- US
- State
- California
- City
- Los Angeles
The sun first lights the highest peak in this part of the Himalayas five minutes before the lower peaks start to turn rosy with dawn and an hour before the shafts of morning light touch the shadowed valley below.
In a sacred cave in the highest peak, the Great Mystic Rhm Bo opens his crystal-green, all-seeing eyes and peers down at the sleeping valley.
It is The Day. The one day in the century when the village comes to life, and pilgrims from around the world flock to this obscure pocket of Twitchistan to beg a blessing of Rhm Bo, and learn from him the secret of immortal youth and twitch-free living. The secret lies buried in the sacred cave, guarded by Rhm Bo and his devotees.
Also, come the usual suspects to peddle some nostrums to the drooling, twitching pilgrims.
As the village stirs, a quaint little train rumbles into the station, and passengers disembark. First off, dragging a large sack of books, undulates Eric the Self-Proclaimed Winner. “What a loser,” thinks Rhm Bo, twitching a whisker. Amalgam detoxifiers follow, along with vitamin salesmen, massage therapists, colonic cleansers promoters.
As the passengers disembark, an ominous chill undulates up and down Rhm Bo’s fur: There is evil aboard the train. More than one evil-doer. Trouble lies ahead.
A trio of snake oil salesmen jump down next: Kim, PZ, and Mr. Zaphoon, followed by the Divine Rose, a noted faith healer. A pair of twins appear, one dressed in slinky black, obviously going for a Daytime Emmy, and one dressed in modest white. Doktor Professor Wright, the Italian Stallion, appears from the next car, as do Cowboy Barry G, Colleen the Coy, Peter the Aussie Rebel, the Inspirational Capt. Al., the wicked, wicked Glen B., Marjorie and Rick, All-wise Moderator Al, Hal the Marathon Man, Roadie, and a fetching Southern Belle, wearing a hoopskirt, carrying a tiny parasol and displaying plenty of attitude. The whole damn Forum has arrived! There are even two adorable, yappy pups undulating through the crowd. As the train pulls out of the station, an elderly woman falls from the caboose, amid the clatter of metal bedpans.
A tussle breaks out among the Pro-Amalgam and Anti-Amalgam forces, as Joel sets up his “Yummies for the Tummies” Vita-Mix refreshment stand, and Chef Deborah lays out a sidewalk cafe for her Peg-O-Licious Snacks.
The crowd undulates toward the mountain. Who will win the Mystic’s blessing and learn the secret of immortal life and twitch-free living? Who will pedal the most snake oil? Who will get lucky with the Evil Twin, Colleen and Rose?.
Time for meditation. Rhm Bo assumes the powerful yoga position, Cat Licking Balls With One Leg Straight Up in Air.
Suddenly, far below, a shot rings out.
In a sacred cave in the highest peak, the Great Mystic Rhm Bo opens his crystal-green, all-seeing eyes and peers down at the sleeping valley.
It is The Day. The one day in the century when the village comes to life, and pilgrims from around the world flock to this obscure pocket of Twitchistan to beg a blessing of Rhm Bo, and learn from him the secret of immortal youth and twitch-free living. The secret lies buried in the sacred cave, guarded by Rhm Bo and his devotees.
Also, come the usual suspects to peddle some nostrums to the drooling, twitching pilgrims.
As the village stirs, a quaint little train rumbles into the station, and passengers disembark. First off, dragging a large sack of books, undulates Eric the Self-Proclaimed Winner. “What a loser,” thinks Rhm Bo, twitching a whisker. Amalgam detoxifiers follow, along with vitamin salesmen, massage therapists, colonic cleansers promoters.
As the passengers disembark, an ominous chill undulates up and down Rhm Bo’s fur: There is evil aboard the train. More than one evil-doer. Trouble lies ahead.
A trio of snake oil salesmen jump down next: Kim, PZ, and Mr. Zaphoon, followed by the Divine Rose, a noted faith healer. A pair of twins appear, one dressed in slinky black, obviously going for a Daytime Emmy, and one dressed in modest white. Doktor Professor Wright, the Italian Stallion, appears from the next car, as do Cowboy Barry G, Colleen the Coy, Peter the Aussie Rebel, the Inspirational Capt. Al., the wicked, wicked Glen B., Marjorie and Rick, All-wise Moderator Al, Hal the Marathon Man, Roadie, and a fetching Southern Belle, wearing a hoopskirt, carrying a tiny parasol and displaying plenty of attitude. The whole damn Forum has arrived! There are even two adorable, yappy pups undulating through the crowd. As the train pulls out of the station, an elderly woman falls from the caboose, amid the clatter of metal bedpans.
A tussle breaks out among the Pro-Amalgam and Anti-Amalgam forces, as Joel sets up his “Yummies for the Tummies” Vita-Mix refreshment stand, and Chef Deborah lays out a sidewalk cafe for her Peg-O-Licious Snacks.
The crowd undulates toward the mountain. Who will win the Mystic’s blessing and learn the secret of immortal life and twitch-free living? Who will pedal the most snake oil? Who will get lucky with the Evil Twin, Colleen and Rose?.
Time for meditation. Rhm Bo assumes the powerful yoga position, Cat Licking Balls With One Leg Straight Up in Air.
Suddenly, far below, a shot rings out.