Faith is taking the first step even when we don’t see the whole staircase – MLK
A King Is Born!
A broken sentence, a heartfelt apology. Someone to cry on your shoulder. So, does the world really care what Kanye West and Kim baby girl’s name mean. Doubtless to say it’s different with Kate and William. Now that you have the future King of England, give him a nobleman’s name Pleeeaaassse!
Names, what significance. For a minute I thought they’d summon the poetic minds for a naming conference. Something with a meaning. A future King can’t have a name that conjures up comedic material for Jay Leno and Steven Colbert. Maybe, in a few century past it would not matter. He’d just as quickly have your head roll down the other side of a guillotine. Today, it’s different. Seems like the press have gone bonkers with nicknames. A nickname for everyone. Money, or not they have a patchwork of names for you, especially if you’re famous. With names like “the Nanny mayor” to “Bradgolina”, from “North to North-West”, and “Blue Ivy”. It never fails to confuddle the mind.
Used to be African-Americans who named their children with malice. But lately caucasians are catching up. With the internet your child’s new name flies around the globe in a few seconds. Imagine what people in Timbuktu are saying. Maybe nobody cares, but the child will care when he or she ventures out onto the sandlot. A bloody nose for the little chap or lass, eh.
Either way now that England is off the baby watch, I hope they get back to doing some real work. Today I tried to make a wire transfer through a British bank and the “bloody thing” took forever. After two tries, it finally went through. But wait a minute, could have been me. Just remembered I did knock back a few ‘pints’ for the L’il Chap earlier in the day.
Cheerio! My British friends,……….. and Long Live The King!
Do anybody know if they are still serving free Fish n’ Chips down by the Bowery?