Q: what is it about filth that so excites the godly?
A: to each their own (Now go look up ‘fetish’ … I’ll wait …)
To many millions of good citizens these guys (herewith, below) are the very epitome of godly achievement and divinious example:
… and now, more wow
These holy men are demonstrating the old adage about filling a need with a product, in this case
God (oops) —
—although a water blaster might be more appropriate.
To each his own. I may never get to Heaven myself but at least whilst I’m down here I shan’t have folks begging my exit forthwith (“Get the hell outa here ya stinkin’ mutt!”).
SO HOW DID THE ANCIENT
Romans cope? They had less earthy gods—
—who sometimes were shape-shifters with earthy appetites—
—as in this Pompeian representation (recently dug out of volcanic ash)(barfed by Vesuvius centuries ago) being one Miss Leda and her god.
For myself I say get rid of those human cesspits above … I’ll worship Miss Leda any day—as a path to ecstasy I think she has the market cornered.
THE CATHOLIC CHURCH
also has a history of unwashed hair shirts (apparently the more verminous the closer the wearer to God). To each his own … but again, given options between hair shirt, cattle dung shampoo, or Miss Leda:
(what do YOU reckon, Padre?)*.
* Apologies, Padre, no choirboys on that list …
MOVE ALONG, NOTHING
TO THINK ABOUT HERE
“The only Roman emperor’s sceptre to have been found has gone on public display in Rome for the first time.
The sceptre, which is topped by a blue orb that represents the earth, was discovered at the end of last year and is believed to have been held by Emperor Maxentius, who ruled for six years until 312AD.
Maxentius, who was known for his vices and his incapacity, drowned in the Tiber while fighting forces loyal to his brother-in-law, Constantine, at the battle of the Milvian bridge. Archaeologists believe that Maxentius’ supporters hid the sceptre during or after the battle to prevent it from falling into enemy hands.”
Sourced: CLICK HERE
So why should people who had absolutely no idea (pre Columbus, you see…) that the world is a globe use an orb to represent it?
Why not a variant on the basic dinner-plate? (Which as any modern ‘flat Earther’—yup! Despite all the GPS things and other navaids and centuries of not falling off the edges, or tripping over the damned elephants, still exist, full of sound and fury—will zealously tell you is much the more betterer representation.)
did them ancient Romans know a bit more than we give them credit for? They were quite clever, don’t forget; in parts of their widespread empire they casually threw together temples made of 300, 400, 800 ton stones (quarried half a mile away) (place called Baalbeck—Temple of Jupiter).
Then again, perhaps a blue ball was all they could come up with … I mean, a life-size replica would be a bit difficult for the Emperor to carry around, no?
A wee stone still in the quarry, Temp of Jupe still in the background
I have yet come across, reposted here with little comment and no attempted embellishment:
* Until that legendary cold day in Hell, if I have to. Give up? (Wimp~!)
BUT I DON’T—
“… Good memories from past lives can be awakened and great things can happen. To be able to fly, you must awaken the bird memory. Most people have these memories buried too deep to access. Levitation and flying is our birthright, stresses the Avatar Paramahamsa Nithyananda …”
—I would ask nice man to demonstrate. No, no, Silly Person … demonstrate the flying part is all I ask.
… and before you ask, I didn’t watch it.
I just quoted from the guff … my current incarnation is too brief a candle, no?
(those of you with gods may pass on in peace, and with my blessing.)
—only got halfway through this when The Spouse needed me. But I feel safe posting in on the strength of what I’d seen. Now I’ve launched, later I can go back later and see what happens …
I offer this word from some chap the other side of the world; whom I’ve never met and never shall. Make of it what you will—
—and be warned, he doesn’t make many points that we haven’t already noted for ourselves.
But surely it cannot possibly be of any interest to any ‘religious’ person~? I mean … SHEESH … that stuff’s for simpletons, the easily deluded!
Liken ME to a damned cultist! Out! Go on—SHOO!!!
(oops, apologies, typo)
a few weeks back, on a walk out in the countryside (you know how it is—winter, soggy sheep, disconsolate cows and strict grass rationing when they need it most) (raw turnips—yeuch!).
the bugger turns up again as the summer growth dies off to reveal it … not that I wanted my sole back. I no longer believe in soles (aaaah, soles!)
But then I got all metaphorical and philosophicule and stuff:
Is this The Lord revealing to me, in metaphorical or otherwise allegorical form? My prodigal sole returneth, and stuff? And then I thought “Stuff this stuff, Dog—there’s a whole universe out there, so give it away to those who need it and carpe the diem!”
A RELIGIOUS ENLIGHTENMENT
even a satori, no less. But—
—sadly there was no-one around to bite. Dammit, never a witness when ya needs one—so if I wrote a Book of Revelation, who would believe me? All I’d need would be just a first devoted few and ever expanding MLM downlines. Tax breaks too, for Dog’s sake.
Hell, Dog—play ’em right and you too could live in a palace and have a fleet of subscriber-funded jets …
So I went home where The Spouse made me a coffee using the miracle of electricity and piped waters … so join with me in praising Our Lord, from whom all blessings flow!
“Is this sarcasm, Dog? It doesn’t become you …”
Wag wag wag wag …
(Image at top courtesy of me—it was the glue shed along with my sole …)
For a whole buncha reasons,
not least of which:
“Is it good to worship a deity who takes sides in wars?”
Ye gods—this is so blatantly self obvious I hope he was just being rhetorical. But then, can a deity (ANY Abrahamic deity!) possibly intervene in wars?
I say not.
As in NOT. Meaning as in
No more chance than the survival of a celluloid cat being chased by an asbestos dog through Hades in the rush hour. He can’t do it. God, with all His omnipotence (can do anything) couldn’t possibly ‘intervene’ even if He existed.
In fact, the Almighty Omnipotent is totally unable to intervene. For that matter, He is completely incapable of even a single spontaneous act, thought, gesture … not a God-damned skerrick.
NOW I AWAIT YOUR REBUTTALS
with bated breath. Please rebut before I turn blue …
“Argus! BREATHE! It’ll be a cold day in Hell before anyone …”
Uppermost image from:
“I respect enormously, peoples’ beliefs!”
That’s what she said … and this is where so many get it wrong—
- totally wrong
- infinitely wrong
- enormously wrong
- absolutely unarguably wrong
- and even a wee bit incorrect, too—
but it’s a party line and she’s very happy bleating it. (And she has a right to, no?)
Much of what people bleat is utter crap
So I don’t respect crap. Tried, can’t.
Sure, they have the right to bleat and spout their BS all over the place; and that is the right I’d fight for if I had to. That is the right I respect—even if I have no respect at all for much of the Crap they spout.
Let us not misuse semantics here.
Let’s not get it wrong … it actually IS important. Sometimes. I think it was Voltaire* said words to the effect that “I care not for your words, Sir—but I’d fight to the death for your Right to say them!”
Amen to that, Bro … and would only that the blasted bigoted (desperate?) religious might do the same. That ain’t gonna happen—never in an eternity of church-days.
- I read the advertisement and promptly buy the product
- I see the trailer, and promptly go watch the movie
- I scan the review and buy the work
- I hear the sermon and promptly—
Let’s take stock …
I challenge you* to scan this snippet—
—and not feel a tempting twinge to go there, read that … as a help in understanding the ‘religious impulse’ that seems to strike human beings everywhere and everywhen.
That’s the source: I found it when following threads triggered by one of Ark’s posts.
(If still lost, consider that I have religions much in mind. Any religion (brand immaterial, they are fungible in that all are out for just one thing: wealth & power).
I said above that I’m easy. Am too … the problem is that I cannot stand seeing the innocent sucked in and ripped off by the unprincipled selling (making compulsory!) a non-existent product. Hence I am anti-religion.
* Yes, YOU, Bub!