A Postcard from the Edge

An update from Chandra-land...

Things here are pretty good (although a bit shaky). Highlights include our football team FINALLY putting up another W (albeit only against Duke) ; fall weather setting in, making local wildlife much more likely to curl up in laps and purr as a result; as well as our five-star restaurant offering a fantastic bean soup and a creamy pumpkin cheesecake.

The lows, however, have been an extreme blow to the economy (with massive job lay offs), a ridiculous hike in gas prices (a conspiracy with the bean soup chef, maybe?); and the rumored insanity of the royalty.

(It's not easy to be a dictator, thank you very much!)

The Queen's loyal consort also appears to have lost his mind/internet connection.

The much-renowned think tank has also been doing a lot of pondering lately. Where do Chandra-land's national worth, value, esteem & pride come from, anyway? From our natural resources? Our military might? Our stock market? Or do we gain both our assets and our worth from a different source?

Why has God smiled upon this little land, anyway? The customs are often bizarre and sometimes offensive. And that's AFTER we joined the UN. Before then, we were downright savages! Why on earth would God smile on us in our helpless estate and choose to lift us up out of the mire? What could He possibly gain by pledging assistance in excess of tens of billions of dollars to clean up this poor little nation and begin the life-long process of making it a place worthy of Him to live in... and yet moved into right at the moment that He began reconstruction?

Each day is a new celebration of Independence Day in Chandra-land. Independence not from taxation nor from unfair representation, but rather from a cruel dictator named Self, and from the wages of sin. Independence from the overwhelming guilt and frustration of trying to run a government on limited resources and for foolish, personal gain. The insane royal family likes to pop up fairly often, make ridiculous claims to the throne, and then limp off into hiding once the true, perfect Ruler gently but firmly makes himself known. What a great place, not because of anything inherent in the land, but rather because of God's ownership and protection of it!

And now, it's time to fire the press secretary who fancies herself to be quite clever! Or at least, for her to go to bed. Even benevolent dictators need beauty rest, after all!