Local OTBL Blogger Comes Face-To-Face With God -- Almost...

OnTheBorderline blogger, Dr. Luke, decided to go ice fishing. He needed something to do. He'd spent most of the morning sitting out in his 1776 outhouse wondering if the old lady would unlock the door from the inside of the house and let him get back on his computer and slander some more school district officals. Once he realized the outhouse smelled better than he did, he gathered his fishing gear and walked around Stone Pine until he found a big patch of ice. He headed into the center of the ice and began to saw a hole. All of sudden, a loud booming voice came out of the sky and said, "You will find no fish under that ice."

Dr. Luke looked around, but saw no one. He started sawing again. Once more, the voice spoke: "As I said before, there are no fish under the ice."

Dr. Luke looked all around, high and low, but couldn' see a single soul. He picked up the saw and tried one more time to finish. Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupted him: "I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"

Now Dr. Luke was flustered and somewhat scared, so he look up to the sky and asked the voice, "How do you know there are no fish? Is that you up there almighty Dr. Bill Danielson trying to warn me of impending danger?"

"No", the voice replied. "I am the manager of this hockey rink."

Dr. Luke picked up his equipment, turned to the rink manager and said, "Who would want to fish here anyways! This rink is paid for by 100 percent of my tax dollars which are illegally stolen from me and six others redneck bloggers from Hudson. Get out of the way you socialist, collectivist, Marxist, government school-educated, vast left wing conspirator. I bet your wife is a teacher."