The preacher is back from the hospital again and in fine voice. I'm not sure if I blogged about us almost losing him or not. They tool him out to the hospital a couple of weeks ago, pretty close to dead.
But he's back now and I suspect he is even crazier than he was when he left. If that is even possible. From the waist down he is swollen up like a summer tick and he stands at his door and screams nonsense that I couldn't even begin to try and put into words. He sounds alot like the Crazy Cat Lady from the Simpsons.
Two doors up from the Preacher we have JJ who sings at the top of his lungs all day and night and swears he has a letter from the VA that proves he shouldn't be in prison anymore and is demanding to be let out. When we refuse to let him out he just laughs and starts singing again.
And right across the wing we have the Prophet. Yes, he's back and producing more letters. According to some of his latest notes, he and 24,999 of his hand picked personal Islamic Defense Force militants are going to march on the White House on October 29th of this year. Provided, of course, that we give them transportation there.
He insists on that.
I keep telling Sarge that we should report this up the chain. I mean if those 24,999 militants come and bust him out of prison and march on the White House and we didn't do anything to prevent it, we are going to end up looking pretty silly.
On the other hand, one of his notes this evening stated "Asteroids is my god now."
So we may be alright after all.
Sometimes I just have to stop and check to make sure my brain isn't bleeding.
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