Virgin Ninja (18)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (18)"

   At the Carmelite Monastery, a very bucolic and Gothic atmosphere, Sister Nelson and Joanna Blanc were walking, and on the grass, though wearing sandals (Air Messiah), so as not to get parasites underneath the crispy feelings of their bare feet, yet to touch Terra, allowing her a kiss from their corporeal saunter; moreover, the conversation was--like this:

SISTER NELSON
People only want to win, Joanna.  That's their problem.  Mystics don't argue though.  Buddha said we suffer because we want things; also, King David said that the Lord is his Shepherd, and he shall not want.  You have to end competition, in the sense of bigotry; nobody is a loser.  Malcolm X statues are up, yet nobody tears them down.  Whites don't do that, mostly, save to their own people's freaking aspects.  So why tear down some crummy redneck rebel?  I'm from Buffalo--I could give a rat's ass.

JOANNA
(A shocked look on her face due to the honest vulgarities.)  Sister!?!  How can you cuss?

SISTER NELSON
They threw a 90 MPH fastball at Tebow's head the other day.  Knocked his helmet off.  If it would've hit him in the ear; next, he would've been dead.  I would've charged the pitcher, and definitely with the bat.  Rebuke your bother that sins against you and never apologizes.  We're all the same.  Stuck on this crummy planet; as a result, we should make the best of it.  So, calm your ninja, and quit kicking so much ass.  There's always Saint Michael, and he's just a trash-man, taking out the garbage.  But no rich man mocks his silent power.

   Joanna Blanc picked up the allegory of it all.