Pupael (for are we not all in the pre-imago stage of that which we are to become?) Encyclical No. 1. There is no schism between Hokey Pokey and Hokey Cokey, nor even the ancient Irish Honkey Ponkey: they are one and the same. Some Mudcatters quibble about words, but words are merely conventions. Conventions have no substance (particularly those conducted by the Republocrats): only the dance and its music have substance. The only schism is between those moderates who believe in putting only one foot in at a time and the extremists who either withhold all body parts or thrust in both legs at the same time: even they, though they spend much time bouncing on their gluteae maximae, have a portion of the truth. For did not the holy elders Huddie Ledbetter and Woodrow Wilson Guthrie not receive the holy writ while sitting? Do not Saints Arthel Watson and David the Dawg and even Big Michael Lane often lead hymns while seated? Yea, and is it not the position assumed by most communicants in the holy ceremonies known as jams, whether slow or fast (but never elitist--those are covens of the devil's disciples, mockeries of the holiest of rituals).

I have spoken. Pupae BSEED