Hello Father Riley, The Unemployed Priest, Thoughts for de day

Grand so. Getting used to it, then.

First t'ought was, where is dat woman with my bloody tea?

Jaysus-Teddy-Bobby-and Jack! Of course, I've been given the sack! Here I am in dis disgusting hotel! No tea from the woman, certainly not. No, all I have to look fahrward to, is dat ridiculous conteenental breakfast: a lot of cereal boxes, milk cartons, stale, golf-ball sized muffins. You know the drill.

Easy big fella, don't be such a wankar at dis point.

We will have to avoid de Hai A'lai fonton at all costs today, though the pull towards will be quite strong-like.

So we look at tele and make up a bootleg prayer.

Bless Jesus, Teddy, Bobby and Jack, dear lord.

Bless Headline News and Robin Meade. She likes the "hugeness" of the Ares Rocket, and it pleases the soul to hear her say so.

Bless Northrop and Grumman, for they're in it together.

Bless Lockheed and Martin, for they are as well.

Bless Tampa Bay (s)Buccanneers, for they reside in hell just now.

Bless the cross-dressing coach for the Vikings, for he has a sense of humor.

Bless Binder and Binder, for nobody intimidates their clients, nobody.

Bless Appliance Direct, for the man just can't speak English, try though might.

Bless the "Public Option" for my stomach can't take truckloads of Advil.

Bless the pilots who slept, for theirs was an act of true faith.

Dat's enough for now.

There will be more to follow in de days to come, sartainly.
I only wanted to set down this little blog here to let de warelled know I have gone freelance so to speak.
I can be available t'roughout these United States to do anywhere from a half-hour, to de hour sermon of dare we call it "comedy?"
If yer interested, kindly talk to my business manager David Kearns at DavidAnthonyKearns@Gmail.com
Father Kevin Riley,
FatherRiley@cfl.rr.com