Dear All,
This is Brother Buford, and I need your prayers. I'm stranded in Panama!
How did this come about? Well, as you might imagine, there's a story behind that. As many of y'all know, I work full time for Operation Rescue, standing outside of the Wacko (Texas) Abortion Clinic and blasting them with my bullhorn. One day, to my surprise, the director of the clinic came outside to talk to me. He said that he had just found Jesus, and would close his clinic right away. Of course, that would mean that I would be out of a job, but he that now the Lord was calling me to greener pastures. So he presented with a one-way airline ticket to (I mistakenly thought) was Panama City, Florida.
But it turned out that there is another Panama City, this one being the capital of some rinky dink country in Central America. I have to admit that I was here in Panama City for a full week before I caught on. At first, it seemed just like the USA, except that I noticed there were an awful lot of beaners around, plus nobody was flying the Godly American flag. But I'm used to seeing a lot of illegal Mexiricans in Texass, so I didn't think too much of it. Besides, they do use good 100% US dollars here, unlike that phony peso crap they have in Mexirico. So I was fooled for awhile. I guess what finally blew the lid off this scam was the fact that all the cars around here have Panama license plates and no "Support the Troops" bumber stickers. My suspicions were confirmed when I tried to make a phone call back to the Wacko Abortion Clinic to ask the director when he was going to be sending me the $10,000 he promised for setting up a church here in Panama City, and I discovered it was an international call. I also found out that there's no Wal-Marts here in this forsaken country, and I can't use my food stamp card here.
So here I am, stuck in beanerland, my money is running out fast. And I can't even do my chosen work harassing abortion clinics, on account of the fact that this is a Catylick country and they don't allow abortions!
As y'all can imagine, I need yer support and prayers at this trying time, so I can get back home to God's chosen country, the United States of America.
More later.
Yours in Christ,
Brother Buford
This is Brother Buford, and I need your prayers. I'm stranded in Panama!
How did this come about? Well, as you might imagine, there's a story behind that. As many of y'all know, I work full time for Operation Rescue, standing outside of the Wacko (Texas) Abortion Clinic and blasting them with my bullhorn. One day, to my surprise, the director of the clinic came outside to talk to me. He said that he had just found Jesus, and would close his clinic right away. Of course, that would mean that I would be out of a job, but he that now the Lord was calling me to greener pastures. So he presented with a one-way airline ticket to (I mistakenly thought) was Panama City, Florida.
But it turned out that there is another Panama City, this one being the capital of some rinky dink country in Central America. I have to admit that I was here in Panama City for a full week before I caught on. At first, it seemed just like the USA, except that I noticed there were an awful lot of beaners around, plus nobody was flying the Godly American flag. But I'm used to seeing a lot of illegal Mexiricans in Texass, so I didn't think too much of it. Besides, they do use good 100% US dollars here, unlike that phony peso crap they have in Mexirico. So I was fooled for awhile. I guess what finally blew the lid off this scam was the fact that all the cars around here have Panama license plates and no "Support the Troops" bumber stickers. My suspicions were confirmed when I tried to make a phone call back to the Wacko Abortion Clinic to ask the director when he was going to be sending me the $10,000 he promised for setting up a church here in Panama City, and I discovered it was an international call. I also found out that there's no Wal-Marts here in this forsaken country, and I can't use my food stamp card here.
So here I am, stuck in beanerland, my money is running out fast. And I can't even do my chosen work harassing abortion clinics, on account of the fact that this is a Catylick country and they don't allow abortions!
As y'all can imagine, I need yer support and prayers at this trying time, so I can get back home to God's chosen country, the United States of America.
More later.
Yours in Christ,
Brother Buford







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