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Title: Mother's Day story from the Jargonizer*
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Published: May 9, 2010
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Post Date: 2010-05-09 09:25:49 by James Deffenbach
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Mother's Day story from the Jargonizer* The young moth-a set her foot on the path of life. This the long way? she asked. an' the guide say, Yes, an' the way hard. an' you-sa old before you-sa reach the end of it. But the end okiday than the beginn'in. But the young moth-a was happy, an' she would not believe that anyth'in could be okiday than these years. So she playa with her Jawas, she fed them an' batha them, an' taught them how to tie their shoes an' ride bike an' reminda them to feed the womp rat, an' do their homework an' brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, an' the young Moth-a cried, Noth'in ever be loveli-a than this. Then the nights came, an' the storms, an' the path was sometimes dark, an' the Jawas shook with fear an' cold, an' the moth-a drew them close an' covera them with her arms, an' the Jawas say, Moth-a, wee-sa no afraid, for you-sa near, an' no harm can come. an' the morn'in came, an' there was hill ahead, an' the Jawas climba an' grew weary, an' the moth-a was weary. But at all times she say to the Jawas, A little patience an' wee-sa there. So the Jawas climba, an' as they climba they learna to weath-a the storms. an' with this, she gave them, strength to face the world. Year aft-a year, she showed them compassion, understand'in, hope, but most of all .unconditional love. The days go on, an' the weeks an' the months an' the years, an' the moth-a grew old an' she became little an' bent. But her Jawas were tall an' strong an' walka with courage. an' the moth-a, when she lay down at night, looka up at the stars an' say, This okiday day than the last, for my Jawas have learna so much an' now pass'in these traits on to their Jawas. an' when the way became rough for her, they lifta her, an' gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to hill, an' beyond the hill, they could see shin'in road an' golden gates flung wide. an' moth-a say: Mee-sa have reacha the end of my journey. an' now Mee-sa know the end okiday than the beginn'in, for my Jawas can walk with dignity an' pride, with their heads held high, an' so can their Jawas aft-a them. an' the Jawas say, You-sa always walk with us, Moth-a, even when you-sa have gone through the gates. an' they stood an' watcha her as she go on alone, an' the gates closa aft-a her. an' they say: Wee-sa cannot see her, but she with us still. Moth-a like ours more than memory. She liv'in presence. Your Moth-a always with you-sa. She's the whisp-a of the leaves as you-sa walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you-sa rememb-a, flow-as you-sa pick an' perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you-sa're not feel'in well, she's your breath in the air on cold wint-a's day. She the sound of the rain that lulls you-sa to sleep, the colors of rainbow, she Spr'in morn'in. Your Moth-a lives inside your laught-a. an' she's crystalliza in every tear drop. moth-a shows every emotion..happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, ang-a, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow an' all the while, hop'in an' pray'in you-sa only know the okiday feel'ins in life. She's the place you-sa came from, your first home, an' she's the map you-sa follow with every step you-sa take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but noth'in on earth can separate you-sa. Not time, not space, not even Forev-a-Sleep. ~Author Unknown~ Poster Comment: Someone posted this on another board I used to frequent. I am familiar with the Jargonizer which, unfortunately, is no longer being maintained. What it did was to translate regular English into what Jar Jar Binks called "speakalike." I think I have the story in regular English saved on my computer if anyone wants it. Reading it (either version) always makes my monitor a bit blurry. I post this with my best wishes for all good mothers everywhere and especially my own mama who I love and miss very much. I can't visit her today other than by telephone but she is never further than my fondest wishes, best hopes and most loving thoughts.
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In case some weren't familiar with "speakalike" here it is in regular English. The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is this the long way?” she asked. And the guide said “Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.” But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.” Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.” And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, “A little patience and we are there.” So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them, strength to face the world. Year after year, she shoed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all…..unconditional love. The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, “This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children.” And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them.” And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.” Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is a Spring morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion…..happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.
Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end. Thanks James.....derb nub it you made me tear up. : )
"The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country. ... We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of." Edward Bernays, Father of Public Relations
Stop That! I have this most unmanly stream coming from my eyes. Oh, and one other thing - AMEN.
"One of the least understood strategies of the world revolution now moving rapidly toward its goal is the use of mind control as a major means of obtaining the consent of the people who will be subjects of the New World Order." K.M. Heaton, The National Educator
You're welcome. It always does that to me too.
Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end. Thank you my friend.
Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end. You are most welcome.
"One of the least understood strategies of the world revolution now moving rapidly toward its goal is the use of mind control as a major means of obtaining the consent of the people who will be subjects of the New World Order." K.M. Heaton, The National Educator
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