The Son of a Preacher Man....
You remember the old song by Dusty Springfield don't you? The chorus went like this:The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was)
This is without a doubt the most accurate song ever written in the history of modern music. Dusty Springfield would never lead us astray and her voice still echoes in my ears the truth that she shared for the entire world to hear. Yes ladies, it is true. The only one who can ever reach you is the son of a preacher man! And yes ladies the only boy who can ever teach you the finer qualitites of life and share true intellectual intimacy and stimulation with you "is" the son of a preacher man. There is extensive research from the Universtiy of Wisdom and Knowledge that proves this point beyond any shadow of a doubt. The finest men that ladies can indeed have a true and meaningful relationship with are the sons of preachers.
I would like to end this discussion by thanking my dear father for a decision that he made early in his life that has left a profound impact on my own life. Yes, my father is a retired "preacher man" and I am indebted to him for creating the "son of a preacher man" that I am today! Dusty has spoken the truth and the kindly Professor humbly agrees with her astute observations!
Comments (19)
another good blog!
Glad you decided to stay...
I'm just wondering how come some people have always comments to make and ideas to contradradict, but yet they are not able or bold enough to write their own blogs? I guess they just weren't born to be original.
Dear Professor, by all means, enlighten us.
But then again, where's no brain, not even God can ask for more. However, there's a solution to that: learn to be quiet when you have nothing to say.
Oh well, life is a learning process. I guess you're still to learn that lesson. Would have had higher expectations from someone your age.
I do believe you are a bit confused. Because your comments at people's sensitive blogs, that, by the way, are not about you at all, smell of ignorance even from where I am, thousands of miles away.
I think you feel you died and went to Heaven now, for finally you got what you were looking for: a bit of attention. So hurray for you! You have been acknoledged. Even if just to be told off. Maybe it's the age or just the fact that I can't stand people that talk just for the sake of saying something, but I am positive I am finally expressing what a lot of people here think about you.
I wouldn't have expected a better answer from you, for there's nothing more you could possibly say and sound smart. Now I can say I'm proud of you, lady; it seems you're learning.
And no, please, don't explain yourself to me or anyone else on this blog, as a matter of fact, for it'd be so so boring...
Now, it'd be highly appreciated if you sang at another table. This table is full! Checkmate!
Dusty Springfield's "Son Of A Preacher Man" has always resonated with me.
Anyway, I'm yawning so much every time I see your comments. And that's not a good thing, since I am at work. So I'll just give you exactly what you deserve: totally ignore you, just like everyone else did before me. I am glad I could make your life brighter these few days, but acknoledging you and giving you some attention you so desperately cried for. But you're not worth even that.
So, to resume everything in only one word, here is one for you: IGNORED. And yes, you can google it. I am sure it's spelled correctly and it absolutely defines you.
And, for your info, here it is:
blog noun
/bl?g/US pronunciation symbol/bl??g/ n
(also
weblog
)
a diary (= regular record of your thoughts, opinions and experiences) that you put on the Internet for other people to read
(Definition of blog noun from the Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary)
So what gives you the right to criticize other people's oppinions?
Blah Blah Blah.