THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

Today Willie Pollard talks about a woman named Joan
who gets lost a lot and never finds her way to her destination.
This is tale (told in sleep inducing monotone) is only to lead her
into a very clever metaphor using a GPS device
to proselytize her beliefs on her audience.

Sly Willie Pollard! You fooled THE FUTURIST!



THE FUTURIST! was given a GPS for his car on his birthday last April 25th.
So, far it has not led him to belief in anything but frustration and not
wanting to get into the damn car. If he was only as calm as Willie Pollard.

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

It sounds like Willie Pollard introduces the accordion
player as being from BORING, OREGON. Sounds like a town
that should be near Utter Despair.

This song is called Then I Met The Master.
It's a non-lyrical musical salute to
the villainous Time Lord THE MASTER from DOCTOR WHO.

As a side note, whenever THE FUTURIST! hears an accordion playing
he feels a compulsion to have a large tankard of beer.

A Moment to Sniff the Flowers

THE FUTURIST! has been really stressed of late.
The tension is sapping his creativity.
The worst thing is that this anxiety is not letting
him sit down and enjoy a movie.
He can usually lose himself in the dark.
Not of late, alas.

So, maybe THE FUTURIST!'s old Sunday Service friends
Willie and Billy Pollard can bring him a little solace with this video.

THE FUTURIST! wishes he could be so
comatosely serene as these sweet people.

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

There is nothing like religious based comedy using hand puppets.
Truly faithful people have the best senses of humor and comedy zingers.
THE FUTURIST! wishes to thank Willie & Jim Pollard for the soul-lifting
treat of introducing everyone to the R&T Puppets.

Make sure to stay with this routine for the moral lessons learned
and the wonderful warbling by Terry and Annette the puppet.

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

Willie Pollard, THE FUTURIST! doesn't know if
The Lord does, but THE FUTURIST!, in his loving way,
forgives you for your whining.

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

And to think THE FUTURIST! only thought
a saw was good for cutting off tree branches.

Willie Pollard remarks (at end of video)
that the saw is a "unique instrument".
THE FUTURIST!, however, feels that the saw
should never be placed anywhere near his crotch
so close to his own "unique instrument".

Crotch of a tree? Okay.
Crotch of THE FUTURIST! to play a song?
Uh ... no.

Amen.

THE FUTURIST!'s Sunday Service

THE FUTURIST! salutes (in a non-Facist manner)

lovable Brooklyn, NY radical Michael Lieberman for pointing

out the wonderful videos of Strolling Down Memory Lane

Twitter: @michaelagrammar