Ho hum, another “one” has just come and gone. It was bland and it was boring. It’s just another Valentine’s day in this here, a’rip roar’n, wild, wild west… Ho hum, and to think that that Valentine character was a Saint; or, should I say Ha!
Ha! Did you know that Saint Valentine was from the landed gentry? (i.e. He never had to pay the rent, because he was the landlord! His Mommy and Daddy owned everything.) Old Mr. Valentine employed dwarves dressed like cupids, bearing hearts and flowers for his ladies fair. He bought his fantasies lock stock and barrel, but he couldn’t by the ladies souls! He had to pay because he couldn’t keep a lady any other way!
How many of you (all) thought of him as a “Saint” today-when you opened that box of chocolates or smelled them there roses from a client or two? How many of you thought of the Pope? I mean, don’t you have to do something special to be a Saint? Or, maybe old Saint Valentine was one of those “Saint’s” that “bought’ his relatives out of purgatory; and, at the same time, bought himself the grandeur and holiness of Sainthood from the Church. Yes indeed, old “Saint Valentine” thought everything had a price; but, does it?
Now, you sure can’t buy Sainthood here in the States. At least, I hope you can’t do that here in this great and powerful country: at least not in the year 2006. I don’t even think oil rich Arabs can do that: though they may try and try and try. In this great country, if you are a Saint, you’ve got to pay your dues. You’ve got to EARN your Sainthood. Right?
That’s the way it’s supposed to work, isn’t it?
Now, for every one of you that sold a fantasy or two, today; I hope you were paid double or triple; because that is what you/we are worth! The chocolates and the roses are just part of the fantasy even though the client may foot the bill. Those cupids are really just pathetic, under paid dwarves with make-up. They are struggling, too; and, in one way or another they are connected to the man. Just like us, they are part of Saint Valentine’s fantasy. Let’s not forget that…
And, let’s not forget that it’s the money that’s important, right? Not the chocolates, not the roses, not the perfume. It’s the money. We produce a product and we are paid. And, let’s not forget that “Saint Valentine” pays and pays and pays for his little fantasies; so let’s make him pay all the more. And, let’s remember that he can never buy our souls.
En’sh’aalha, Sheika Fatima
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