"Seeking the bubble reputation,
Even in the cannon's mouth."
That's from "The Seven Ages of Trolls" by William Shakespeare.
Bubba... I mean, BUBBLE, added to the list!
Yeah, well, don't lecture us on what to post on this site. Most of us support it financially so you've got no grounds to complain, newbie.
Anyway...
I knew the Berg family and Nick was one of the finest people you'd ever meet. He was a devout Jew who deeply loved his country and wanted to share its greatness with the rest of the world.
i remember the first time nick and i met it was 1984 and we were on a second grade field trip to see the crayola factory. nick's father, michael was one of the chaperones. i can vividly recall michael on the bus ride there: for some reason, he'd opened his lunch despite the fact that it was only 9:15 in the morning and carefully lined up each item on the seatback in front of him- carrot sticks, celery sticks, a fruit cup, yougurt, cottage cheese, and a juice box. sure enough the bus hit a bump and his lunch went flying everywhere. "G-D DAMNIT!!! THIS IS ALL RONALD REAGAN'S FAULT!!! HE F-CKING KILLED MY LUNCH!!! M-THER F-CKING A$$H-LE" he yelled before the faculty orgainzer could restrain him.
several years later, in 7th grade, we were all assigned a project in which we needed to participate in a religious ceremony that was different from our own. since the class was overwhelmingly catholic, nick graciously offered to let his classmates come, one at a time, to his home for a friday night seder. as michael berg attempted to light the prayer candles and the match didn't strike on his first attempt he became enraged "M-THER F-CKER ROT IN HELL YOU SON OF A B-TCH GEORGE BUSH!!! YOU KILLED MY G-D DAMN MATCH!!!" he then picked up the candle, hurled it through a sliding glass door and as he ran out of the room was heard to yell "I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO GEORGE BUSH'S MATCH MAKING CABAL!!!" nick appologized for his father's bizzare behaviour and led his family and i through a fascinating cermemony. as we finished our meal, michael berg emerged when nick's mother called out that we were having pudding.
michael sat back at the head of the table and mrs. berg tucked a napkin into his shirt collar. michael began to fumble with the release ring on the top of the pudding container, twisting it in every manner and even wedging his spoon in there. slowly, a gutteral rumbling emerged from his throat and a string of profanities that could have only been conjured in the very pits of hell came from his mouth. i was stunned and frightened to say the least and my fear only escalated as a foam began to froth up from his mouth and down his chin. i honestly feared for my life as he took the can of pudding and began smashing it violently against his forhead releasing a thick foam of chocolate and blood. "G-D DAMN YOU NEWT GINGRICH!!! THIS IS ALL PART OF YOUR M-THER F-CKING PUDDING CONSPIRACY AND I WILL NOT BE YOUR PAWN!!! NOW, YOU PATRIOTIC BASTARD, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE... I WILL KILL YOU!!! he screeched as i cowered under the table.
it wasn't until nick's mom called out "Who want's chocolate pudding with MED-I-CINE in it?" and i could see from under the table that michael berg had been released from a fit of St. Vitus dance that i ran like a shot out of the home never to return.
Somehow, i have to speculate that an upbringing like this may have led nick to think he was a little less suceptable to danger than others would. just speculation.
Owl_Eagle
" WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
DIVERSITY IS STRENGTH"
