Anything Philocrites can do  It’s in the water or something.  Or I just let Guest MyIronist #1 talk me into yet another clever scheme. (Don’t let him talk you into biodeisel—he doesn’t even drive.) But the pace here at MyIrony HQ should be picking up considerably as we welcome two guest bloggers to our esteemed pages.

Guest MyIronist #1: 

Raised by a millionaire ditch digger amidst the hardscrabble plains of Western Oklahoma, this grandson of a Pentecostal preacher never had enough faith to accept his healing from baby Jesus—he walks crippled to this day.  Though his daddy told him nobody would pay him to talk for a living, the Silver Tongued Devil is quickly mastering the fine art of begging alms from those who would see him as "God’s special little angel."  Don’t pity him, he’s here to collect.

Guest MyIronist #2: 

All she ever wanted was to be a priest, but Pope Maledict and his kind saw to it that would never happen.  Exiled from her people, Mary Mother of Beer is well traveled: she is familiar with the back streets of Babylon, the hills of Appalachia, and the bus route tenements of the hood.  Now she seeks refuge among arrogant PhDs and spoiled children of privilege, trying to teach them to play nice with the Other.  So raise a pint to Mary—it’s time for her new tattoo.

MyIrony’s Unitarian Univeralist readers should take note: while both guest bloggers are uus (j’accuse!), they are not UUs.  Inquiring minds want to know. 

MyIrony’s nonUU readers may find themselves relieved for the reprieve from Chutney’s ongoing UU posting binge.  Stay tuned. 

Evil Chutney will no doubt be making his usual sporadic appearances.  Not that we can do anything about that.