Well, Dear Readers, I have concluded that the only hope for a great American future is for me, Bob Bross, the Mighty Hotep, Priest to all, to run for President. I am writing to solicit your write-in vote during the upcoming. The amount of manure being shoveled at present is such that a clear, pure wind of change needs to blow though our great country, and I am the cat with the plan!
I promise a chicken, or at least a dove, in every pot! Also, I will see that guns are outlawed - cats do not like them - in favor of sticks! If someone wants to attack, let em do it with a stick, after all, isn't that what Teddy Roosevelt said?
I promise not to alert the media. Cats don't like media - it makes them nervous. Hoteps prefer the ancient Egyptian method of getting the word out - writing! Turn off those TV's and look outside - it's a beautiful world out there. As I range around my town, spreading blessings and light, I love looking at the upcoming Fall colors, and the grasses. Forget the sticktights. They are awful!
Things here in Hotep-land have been very busy since spring. The great mentor, Tony Bridge, went to the pyramid in the sky. I know he is there with the other priests, seeing that Heaven is fit for radio! I miss him every day.
I have some very sad news - a pack of dogs killed my nemesis, Cliocatra. I miss her too. I have put a curse on the dogs for I really was fond of her. She kept my skills sharp and she was very loving in her own way. It is lonely without her, but another entity appeared and has moved in with my keepers! Pam Downs' cat came to live with my keepers. They call him Barney, and we have a wonderful time together racing about in my keepers' temple.
He is not a priest, except maybe a priest of love! He is kind of a fearful cat, very high strung. I make the most of that from time to time, hiding and jumping out at him which gives me immense pleasure! He is a very large cat, big boned as they say. Fluffy too. He'll never be a priest.
Carmen, the possum, comes nightly now to partake of the persimmons falling from the tree. I sit under a chair in the back to observe and visit with him. He is a small and very friendly possum, and I enjoy watching his nocturnal visits. He does love my dry food, and I try to leave some for him. He tips up the bowl when he's finished to be sure he got the last bite. Smart Carmen. If you have never read the poem "Carmen Possum", you owe it to yourself to look it up on the internet! It's quite wonderful, a somewhat Latin effort!
I attended the Avinger Wine Festival. It was a great success, I strolled through the wine garden and checked out the food vendors. No food befitting a Hotep though. I have spoken to Ms. Ronnie Politi and she assures me priest food will be on next years' menu. Oh the lovely fruit of the vine, a great Egyptian favorite. Think of the famous Persian poet, Omar Kayyam! "A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou beside me in the wilderness!" Doesn't that just bespeak Avinger?
I believe I have advised you most of the excitement here in the land of the Hotep. I'm afraid I have to see the Physician to the Priests tomorrow. I may be slightly wormy. A pill is waiting, and my keepers are loathe to give them to me. Better the Physician than the keepers administer such things to a major priest! We do not like pills and are apt to bring out our weaponry when one is in the offing!
Blessings upon you all, my Precious Readers. Remember on November 8, whether you support your Hotep for President, be sure to get out and vote. It is your sacred franchise! Until I write again, I remain as ever,
Bobby Hotep, The Priest with the Plan
PS: I will send you all my Halloween picture. This year I am going out as Bat Cat. I have a fabulous mask which I will wear to the animal Ball! Look about you on Oct. 31, that Night of Frights. Who knows, you may see a Masked Hotep sail by!!
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Prayer for a Fellow Priest
Oh my dear readers, how long it has been since I, your fabulous Hotep, have sent you an epistle to apprise you of my doings in and around the Avinger environs! But now I write to implore your prayers and sacrifices on behalf of a dear and fellow Priest, the Most Luminous Tony Bridge, late of Marshall, Texas. It was he who discovered the genealogical connection between yours truly and the great Amenhotep of Egypt, and led me to discover my awesome priestly powers.
That famous radio Hall of Famer is lying in serious condition following a fall in his temple. He has had surgery for a terrible fracture in his neck, and even the most powerful priest lies with a ventilator tube down his throat. His Priestess, the lovely JoAnn, the light of his life who for 62 years has shared his triumphs and his failings is now languishing, waiting to see what befalls her beloved.
I am applying my powers and blessings abilities to insure his recovery, and I ask you, my loyal readers, to supplicate whatever powers you hold dear to advocate for his recovery. I have been told that he was improved today, and we must fervently hope that every day leads to his continued recovery and that the mighty Amenhotep will appear in his radiance to lead the physicians and nurses to assist him in getting better all the time!
I will send you word as to my doings later. They have been many and life here behind the Pine Curtain has been most active in May and June! I have changed my living arrangements twice and been subjected to all sorts of bizarre happenings so far this summer. I will tell you the details in my next epistle.
For now, however, simply extend your supplications Heavenward to the Mighty Powers that be and seek that Tony may rise up from his sick bed to once more take his place as the Voice of the Century for East Texas! Your Hotep sends his blessings and hopes you and yours are having a lovely late spring and early summer.
That famous radio Hall of Famer is lying in serious condition following a fall in his temple. He has had surgery for a terrible fracture in his neck, and even the most powerful priest lies with a ventilator tube down his throat. His Priestess, the lovely JoAnn, the light of his life who for 62 years has shared his triumphs and his failings is now languishing, waiting to see what befalls her beloved.
I am applying my powers and blessings abilities to insure his recovery, and I ask you, my loyal readers, to supplicate whatever powers you hold dear to advocate for his recovery. I have been told that he was improved today, and we must fervently hope that every day leads to his continued recovery and that the mighty Amenhotep will appear in his radiance to lead the physicians and nurses to assist him in getting better all the time!
I will send you word as to my doings later. They have been many and life here behind the Pine Curtain has been most active in May and June! I have changed my living arrangements twice and been subjected to all sorts of bizarre happenings so far this summer. I will tell you the details in my next epistle.
For now, however, simply extend your supplications Heavenward to the Mighty Powers that be and seek that Tony may rise up from his sick bed to once more take his place as the Voice of the Century for East Texas! Your Hotep sends his blessings and hopes you and yours are having a lovely late spring and early summer.
Friday, February 5, 2016
MARDI GRAS 2016
My Dear Readers:
Here is your Bobby of the fair city writing to you in celebration of the joyous Mardi Gras season! Do you not love the Mardi Gras, with its parades, music, masques, festoons, buffoons and feasts prior to the solemn season of Lent? Do you not anguish over what to give up for Lent in order to remind yourself of the trials the Christians suffered?
Even Egyptian priests, such as myself, take advantage of all holidays of every religious persuasion, there are so many wonderful traditions to celebrate! But the Mardi Gras is one of my favorites.
This year, I am Captain of the Krewe of Hotep, and I have included a picture of myself in my finery. I have been busy organizing a great party with Coach Lloyd's cats down at the old wash house! I am arranging a splendid and beautifully decorated King Cake of tuna, with a mouse hidden inside for luck. We shall revel under the wash house, playing at dice and dancing to Creole tunes sung by the local Cattulus Choir. The King Cake shall be consumed, and the lucky feline who finds the mouse shall have great bounty in the coming year!
There is a new member of the neighborhood who certainly could lend a voice to the choir - it is loud and raucous, but that feline is of unfriendly temperament and also has no sense of civility at all. It comes into my yard at all hours, that awful voice wailing, and sits on my porch without permission. I see it daily and wonder what kind of trash it must belong to to be so uncultured. It will not be invited to the celebration.
A small gray feline has been coming to my porch, and my keepers have been feeding it. He is very respectful, and follows me about. He is quite handsome, gray all over, but very frail. My keepers have transported him to the Doctor to the Priests, Dennis Seymore of Daingerfield, where I'm sure his credentials will be removed and he will be deloused. The keepers are hoping to find him a wonderful home, and I hope he finds one also. I endeavored to protect him from that awful loud cat who attempted to hurt him daily.
As you can see, life has been quite busy in the new year. Trying to decorate my float for Mardi Gras has kept me up at night, some of which have been quite chilly! I am using my barge to make the float, and hopefully can engage Coach Lloyd's cats as oarsmen. I love sitting on my barge on my gilt throne in my regalia, spreading enlightenment and blessings over all of Avinger. This is truly a wonderful place to call home. The folks here are kind and I try to visit as many as possible each week.
Cliocatra is attending the Mardi Gras in a Haitian costume. I have included her photograph too. She was a bit hesitant at first, but her headdress convinced her to accompany me in the parade. I think it may have been a bit too tight on her head, though.
And so, my dears, I must be about my business. I wish you all delicious king cake galore, beads, and music every day until Wednesday. Let the vino flow and the feasting be divine! And if you should hear the felines singing, just remember, they sing for me!
Lez Bon Temp Roulez!!
Your Bobby Hotep
Here is your Bobby of the fair city writing to you in celebration of the joyous Mardi Gras season! Do you not love the Mardi Gras, with its parades, music, masques, festoons, buffoons and feasts prior to the solemn season of Lent? Do you not anguish over what to give up for Lent in order to remind yourself of the trials the Christians suffered?
Even Egyptian priests, such as myself, take advantage of all holidays of every religious persuasion, there are so many wonderful traditions to celebrate! But the Mardi Gras is one of my favorites.
This year, I am Captain of the Krewe of Hotep, and I have included a picture of myself in my finery. I have been busy organizing a great party with Coach Lloyd's cats down at the old wash house! I am arranging a splendid and beautifully decorated King Cake of tuna, with a mouse hidden inside for luck. We shall revel under the wash house, playing at dice and dancing to Creole tunes sung by the local Cattulus Choir. The King Cake shall be consumed, and the lucky feline who finds the mouse shall have great bounty in the coming year!
There is a new member of the neighborhood who certainly could lend a voice to the choir - it is loud and raucous, but that feline is of unfriendly temperament and also has no sense of civility at all. It comes into my yard at all hours, that awful voice wailing, and sits on my porch without permission. I see it daily and wonder what kind of trash it must belong to to be so uncultured. It will not be invited to the celebration.
A small gray feline has been coming to my porch, and my keepers have been feeding it. He is very respectful, and follows me about. He is quite handsome, gray all over, but very frail. My keepers have transported him to the Doctor to the Priests, Dennis Seymore of Daingerfield, where I'm sure his credentials will be removed and he will be deloused. The keepers are hoping to find him a wonderful home, and I hope he finds one also. I endeavored to protect him from that awful loud cat who attempted to hurt him daily.
As you can see, life has been quite busy in the new year. Trying to decorate my float for Mardi Gras has kept me up at night, some of which have been quite chilly! I am using my barge to make the float, and hopefully can engage Coach Lloyd's cats as oarsmen. I love sitting on my barge on my gilt throne in my regalia, spreading enlightenment and blessings over all of Avinger. This is truly a wonderful place to call home. The folks here are kind and I try to visit as many as possible each week.
Cliocatra is attending the Mardi Gras in a Haitian costume. I have included her photograph too. She was a bit hesitant at first, but her headdress convinced her to accompany me in the parade. I think it may have been a bit too tight on her head, though.
And so, my dears, I must be about my business. I wish you all delicious king cake galore, beads, and music every day until Wednesday. Let the vino flow and the feasting be divine! And if you should hear the felines singing, just remember, they sing for me!
Lez Bon Temp Roulez!!
Your Bobby Hotep
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