Dear Mr. Gennarini,
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima freaking culpa. You were right. Those people who met you at the airport with angry shouts and signs were misinformed. You see all this time I thought it was YOU who wrote those devious incorporation documents for RMS. You know, the ones including the illegal (not permitted by Guam law) the unelectable, unremovable, unappointed, Board of Guarantors which has all the power over the "affairs" of RMS right down to any check for more than $5000.
And all this time I thought it was YOU who had overseen or even authored that clever document called the Declaration of Deed Restriction, which, as per the only existing valid legal opinion, is an instrument of "absolute conveyance in fee simple" of a mega-million dollar property to RMS which is controlled by that Board of Guarantors, which in turn is 50% controlled by you and your wife.
Yes, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima freaking culpa, Mr. Gennarini. Because on Patti Arroyo's show yesterday, I learned that you had (to quote Sergeant Schultz) NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING to do with either the incorporation documents or the Deed Restriction. In fact, to my great remorse, I learned from you that these shenanigans were all the doings of Archbishop Apuron and that mean old legal counsel, Ed Terlaje!
And here, foolish me, I thought YOU were the one behind it all. Oh, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima freaking culpa. How can I ever express my most sincere contrition and regret to you, Mr. Gennarini? How can I ever make it up to you? You truly are only a kindly old professor visiting Guam to give a class to our poor, needy, seminarians who suffer daily by the pool at their seaside resort.
So you hear that, folks? Mr. Gennarini is completely clean. We got the wrong guy! All of you - since you are my "followers" (LOL) - need to make the same public mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima freaking culpa in the comments below. And then you need to greet Mr. Gennarini and his beloved Claudia (who he left standing on the curb at the airport upon their arrival as he sped off in the getaway car) - all of you need to show your sincere contrition at their departure by greeting them with flowers and kiko songs and Guam chocolates as they bid farewell to the Isla Ladrones as they board United Flight 196 to Narita, May 9, at 12pm. Please don't change your flight, Mr. Gennarini, our people truly want to be there to make this all up to you.
Meanwhile, I am hurrying to the nearest confessional. Maybe I'll get lucky and the confessor will be the masturbating primatologist and I will get the most severe penance. Oh, for my soul to be once clean again. Tears, tears, Mr. Gennarini. Tears. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima freaking culpa.
Sincerely,
The Jungle
For your penance you will receive ten..make that twenty lashes with a wet noodle.
ReplyDeleteRight between his ancient eyes. Good on you Tim.
ReplyDeleteIf I have to apologize, I quit being one of the 15 contributors to JW. Now there's only 14 : (
ReplyDeleteGennarini, Just got a full helping of how deep the distaste for the Neocats run on Guam. Mr. G. when you leave take your Cult with you. You have been able to witness first hand the disdain the Guam Catholics have for your Sect. We will never allow them to take over our parishes and our Faith.
ReplyDeleteA bit of levity is a welcome relief. Thanks Tim.
ReplyDeleteHere's something you might enjoy:
There once was a blogger named Tim.
Whose view of the bishop was grim.
The lies were exposed,
The laity arose.
Dang! That shepherd can swim!!!
Great job, Andrew! Let's have a limerick contest...
DeleteI was just thinking to start writing a musical satire! Keep going, Andrew, with the script! Maybe we can collaborate! LOL (but I am serious)
DeleteA prophetic limerick:
ReplyDelete"There once was a bishop named Tony".
"There once was a bishop named Tony
DeleteAnd as it turned out he's nothing but a phony
He couldn't keep his hands of the boys
Thinking they're all his toys
He gave away the seminary
And left Jackie in charge of the cemetery
His past is catching up with him
Thanks to JungleWatch and Tim
He can't run and he can't hide
No matter how hard he's tried
Now that the end is near
Brother Tony trembles in fear"
Adios!
COOL! ! ! I love musical satires!
Delete"Who people believed...full of balongna"
ReplyDeleteMaybe this: Whose lies were as thick as bologna.
DeleteWho tried and tried to be a cardinale..
ReplyDeleteA man near a beach in a car
ReplyDeleteDid not have to drive very far.
His Timex kept ticking
In spite of the licking.
How come I wound up in Qatar??? (alternate pronunciation)
This could get way out of hand, but a bit of comic relief is therapeutic.
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ReplyDeleteYou gotta smile at all of this. Yes, a sense of humor is what's needed. Thank you, Andrew. Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteTony Tony run away
ReplyDeleteGo find another place to play
You betrayed the Catholics of Guam
For you forgot where you came from
You brought in the Neo intruders
And turned against us islanders
You turned against your faithful priests
And treated them like they're the least
And now Tony it is very clear
Your day of reckoning is very near
Sayonara!
Drive south and then go down a hill
ReplyDeleteTo a beautiful presbyter mill.
No protesting please.
What archdiocese?
This whole thing is making us ill.
A Joker who thinks he is wise
ReplyDeleteJust spins as he proffers his lies.
My gosh! What the heck?
Please use the spell check
And smile as you say your goodbyes.
(A day that can't come soon enough!)
The Dianarrhea will interpret Tim's letter meant as ironic message into a sincere apology and will convince people by exclaiming, "See, see? Now the Prince of the Jungle repents of his persecution of our heretical cult and it shows that we were right all along!" Poor puny Diana, such a sad case of mind-bending overload that had gone awry! Poor lunatics which bought into this dangerous NCW lock, stock and barrel, and the deceptions of Arguello and Gennarini! Now the lies are laid bare for the world to see.
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