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A fistfight. And God is watching!

Today, from the roof of my new office building, I saw a fistfight break out in the delivery receiving area of the building next to me.

It was loud, too. Lots of "M-fer's" and "I'll eff you up", etc. You could hear it, I imagine for at least a couple buildings down the way.

The fight was between people who worked in the building in question. They banged each other up pretty nicely, and then the police arrived, and one thing led to another, and they were both taken away.

Where do they work? The Salvation Army, of all places. The Salvation Army slogan is "Doing the most good, one soul at a time". Today, it was "Beating the snot out of each other, one soul at a time". When Mike Tyson gets out of jail again, there'll be a job waiting for him there.

Praise the Lord.

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 2:40 PM