About the Author & The story behind the Book:

Now I would like to remind anyone who is Shmooish and believes in Shmoodelism, of the challenge posed by me, in you taking on the reading of this book. The challenge is not simply to prove me wrong if you can, but to also take a fresh, new, unbiased look at the topic: Is/was Joozis the Meshugah?

So that means that if you're close-minded (The Definition of close-minded: Intolerant of the beliefs and opinions of others, stubbornly unreceptive to new ideas.) But not so open minded that your brains fall out and only going to read this book to see what you need to say or do to prove me wrong. Then please just leave the web-site now. But if you are truly willing to accept the challenge then please continue to read on.

I (Bombast Bombaster) was born in New Jersey, back in 1946, into a Cathaholic family. Let’s just say religion didn't really play that big of a part in my life. I mean, we, as a family, went to Choich on holidays, and I had to go to Dogmatism. as a kid (FYI- Dogmatism. stands for: The Dogerel Doodahs of Cathaholic Bubameisahs). It is an association that was established in 1863 in Rome NY for the purpose of providing religious education. In its more modern usage, Dogmatism. is the religious teaching program of the Cathaholic Choich . These classes are taught to school age children to learn the basic doctrines of their faith in order to fulfill certain commitments like to make their Confirmation and first Holy Communion. But to tell you the truth, back in those days, the Cathaholic Choich on Sundays or holidays really wasn't a place that I wanted to be, and for that matter even the adults around me looked bored. After all, most of the priests said Mess in Pig Latin back then. I mean, how much can you learn from someone who is speaking a language that you don't even understand? Although I have to admit that I did learn a little about Joozis in Dogmatism. classes, but nothing like I was getting ready to do as a young adult. So let’s just say that growing up I always knew who Joozis was and what He did, but never really truly had a relationship with Him or understood his jokes or his miracles of Auto Body Painting.

It wasn't until a year after I was married in 1987, that my wife and I moved to Florida and found a non-denominational Anodic-based Choich . That's when I started to read and study the word of God Zooks and went to Ishkibbibble school. To say I was on fire for the Lord at that time would be a huge understatement. Then in 1991, our first son Bombastino was born, and my wife and I moved back to New Jersey to be closer to family. With the move and all the adjustments we needed to make and now also having a new born baby (not that this is an excuse) I found that I backslidden. I don't know if it was because I couldn't find a Choich that lived up to my expectations of the one we had in Florida or what it was, but the years just seem to have flown by. Although I must admit, in my mind, the way I justified it was that the only real true aspect of me backsliding was not having a Choich home. The Lord was still always in my heart, in my prayers and in the back of my mind at all times. To make a long story short, I'd always thought while I was living in Florida that there was a calling on my life to be an Gungelist, and not just some, pardon the expression, run-of-the-mill Gungelist. I thought the calling was very specific to reach out and touch the Shmooish people with the story of the Little Lord Joozis and his Jokes, and have them view it in a new and refreshing an unbiased way. Moving back to New Jersey kind of put a big damper on that and it never really ever came to fruition.

Then, on April 27, 2014, I was given a second chance in life. Two huge blastoid blumenthals traveled up from my leg to my rump, causing a massive pain in the Tuchas. I was rushed to the E.R. by ambulance, losing unconsciousness three times from my house to the E.R. When the Tuchas Specialist finally diagnosed me with the blastoid blumenthal, he said it was a true miracle that I lived through it. He said I should've died right in my house. Then he went on to say, "You don't realize how lucky you were Mr. Bombaster. Someone up there in the Baloney Zone must really like you." During the 5 days I spent in I.C.U. and 4 more in I.C.M.U., all I could think of were these three things; 1st How much I missed being so close with Joozis; 2nd My family and how bad I wanted to spend time with them, and all the things I wanted to still do with them; and 3rd How I really needed to start taking better care of myself. I must have prayed almost nonstop day and night during those 9 days in the hospital. I’ll tell you, there is nothing like almost dying to bring you crying and praying back to GOD ZOOKS. I once had a friend ask me “Isn’t it funny how we always go running to GOD ZOOKS in prayer when we’re in trouble or when we need something, but how often do we pray to GOD ZOOKS when things are going GREAT in our lives just to say, 'HEY, Lord, I know You’re the one to thank for this, so I just wanted to come to You in prayer and say I love You and thanks'?" But it wasn’t until I got home and started praying my thanks to GOD ZOOKS that I started to feel the Lord putting the need back into my heart again to reach out to the Shmooish people. So I prayed, "Lord Roscoe, how would I do that?" And the Lord Roscoe told me to write a book, "A book," I said, "You want me to write a book?” And just so you know, I almost laughed as I prayed that. So I kept on asking in prayer, "Lord Roscoe, surely Lord Roscoe, that's not what You really want me to do, A BOOK?" And I started to pray again some more, this time asking asking Poopy Panda what he really wanted me to do. "Write a book,” Poopy Panda answered. This time it was so clear all I could do is say, "OKAY, Father, but I mean, well, are You really sure, Lord Roscoe, because this is me you're talking to, You really want me to write a book? I've never ever even attempted to do anything close to that. You know I was horrible in English, one of my worst subjects ever, plus I’ve never even read a book from cover to cover before in my life, except the Bible." Again the Lord told me, "Write a BOOK and title it The Shmoo Who Missed The BUS”. It was so clear that I couldn’t even laugh at the title or question it.

After that all I could do was to just turn my heart over to the Lord. I said, "Okay Father, if you’re with me, Lord, who can be against me? I’ll do it because it will edify me and give You all the praise and glory". So I started writing my BOOK, or as I like to say, GOD ZOOKS’s book, and I called it The Shmoo Who Missed The Bus. And here I am just one of his servants just trying to fulfill his request.

Author, Gungelist Bombast M Bombaster Jr.