Practice What You Preach

Sorry, no Moonie news here, but we do have a man who's managed to join the ranks of David Koresh and win a Darwin Award all at the same time. It seems that Mr. Song, now deceased, was the leader of a cult that believed in resurrection and eternal life, the members of which became disenchanted and decided to test his theory by burying him alive. Hey, at least the captain went down with the ship, eh?

A snippet of the article:

Mr. Song began treating people with incurable illnesses with chi, or life energy, from the late 1980s and then began to give his devotees religious training. But after Mr. Song's chi "treatments" failed to show measurable effects, his followers became upset. Police said they believe that an internal struggle involving the ownership of the cult's property led to the four members sealing Mr. Song in what became his tomb.

Jack Handy once noted that the hardest thing about being a yodeling teacher would be keeping the students from yodeling on the first day.

"You see, we build to that."

In the same vein, if you think you can fly, don't jump off a building. Try taking off from the ground first. So, too, with being buried alive: have one of your friends cover you with some blankets or a piece of plywood and, hey, if that works out alright, proceed accordingly. Don't get yourself sealed up like Tut on the first day out. You can't just jump headlong into these things, you've got pay your dues and test the theories before you start preaching about them. Houdini didn't become an expert overnight, you know.

I know this fellow probably didn't ask to be entombed by his followers, but he's still an imbecile for planting the thought in their heads, and it should be obvious by now that God doesn't suffer fools lightly.

Well, we've had a good time together in this post, I think, touching on the Moonies, yodeling, King Tut and Charles Darwin, to name a few. My free association faculties are pretty well knackered, though, so that'll have to do for today.