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| THE ARCHBISHOP CONSIDERS EVERY POSSIBILITY. |
Well, the Archbishop has set sail for a far away isle...and it is written that this island possesses those of a Christian faith. Archbishop Kool-Aid decided that this would not suffice...and thus, he left the comfort of the homeland on a mission. It was not to be a mission of pleasure, but rather, a journey rooted deep in humanitarian objective. He knew he must travel very light, and taking nothing more than clean underwear, a holier than thou attitude, and an unreliable pogo stick, he embarked. His mission - to spread Walshianity. And as he left the homeland, young and old attest to hearing the Archbishop exclaim: "Walshianity to All, and to All a Goodnight!"
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| HE KNEW HE MUST TRAVEL LIGHTLY... |
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| HE TOOK ONLY UNDERPANTS AND HIS POGO STICK! |
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By the time you all see this, I will be gone. Or, perhaps I won't be. Perhaps, you won't know if I'm gone or not! Hmmm. That's a brain-teaser now isn't it?
But enough of jokes and riddles. I am gone. Or at least, I will be shortly. And, in any case, I won't be seeing you for a while to come. It is very important that you uphold the beliefs and values that we have become to accept as normal. As such, there are particular instructions that I have devised for all of you...it is important that you stick to my sermons, else risk yourselves a summer of fungal infections, each more merciless than the last.
Throughout these pages, have a look at the trials and tribulations that I endure. Don't cry for me - any pain that sweeps my face will only make the tears of my resurrection all the sweeter.
When will I return? Hmmm? Well, that all depends upon how long it takes me to infiltrate the minds and paradigms of a heathen society. It's difficult to place such a time frame in quantitative terms - a journey of the soul is unpredictable. But barring anything unforseen, I'll be back on August 16th in the early afternoon. And, gentle Walsh meek and mild, be careful!
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