images explaining the construction of the Giza pyramids—namely, how they got those cute little blocks up there:

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(wait for it) …

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… one of the best renditions of the Christian fishy symbol. Ever~!

Both available on U-toobe.

Just click ’em.

Or, don’t click ’em …

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years. In the Navy (the RN*) there was an expression for mess tins, and even in our kiwi navy the expression lingered long after mess tins were dodofied by progress. But as far as I know the expression “Sweet FA” lingers.

Many youngsters believed it to mean ‘sweet f**k all‘ (which it does, actually) but really it is abbreviation for ‘sweet Fanny Adams’ — the terms are synonymous anyway.

I’d long known the broad derivation of the expression without knowing that Miss Fanny was in fact an eight-year-old girl; I’d read (and believed) that she was a damsel of professional affections who’d been murdered/butchered near a naval Dockyard. Quite wrong, it seems she was an innocent wee lassie who fell afoul of a respectable monster, who in the full sight of the Omniscient Omnipresent reduced her to her component parts. Not nice … but God set it all running fourteen thousand million years ago** and who are we mortals to judge? His will be done, etc … no?

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What is especially poignant here is the phenomenon of Teddy Bearage, whereby even after a hundred plus years people are moved enough to … but then again, I’ve been observed  quietly lurking in graveyards (tidying up a bit) myself.

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Ya gotta keep Gods yer happy. (They just loooove children …)




* RN … used to mean the  Real Navy … once … even navies are subject to Darwin’s laws.


Ram leftor didn’t, but it seems I be one.

It’s amazing what you stumble over whilst following trains of thought—a miracle!

“What’s a miracle, Mr Argus? Are you being sarcastic again?”

(Oh no … Little Virginia, loaded for bear … I’ll ignore her, she might go disappear herself.)

I was following some stuff that sets in context my own schooling and stumbled over a word meaning ‘self-taught’. (It was in a Wiki article on an author I’d read back in the heady days of people running about with flowers in their gun barrels.)

But I shan’t tell her that. Let her fret, it’ll twang her curiosity. Little girls are nothing if not curious critturs—

“Oh! You’re blogging again … definitely sarcastic, then.”

And just like that she’s gone, possibly off to ruin someone else’s morning and leave ’em thinking that perhaps a second coffee wouldn’t go amiss … bitch …selfie


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rings my bell

“Watts had another mystical experience while on a walk …”

—without disturbing my composure. As a proselytising atheist I’m disturbed by anything that rocks my equanimity; the single line above triggered memories from long ago.


had ‘mystical’ experiences.

Nothing that challenged my sanity enough to believe in Gods*.  I’m happy to accept that what I experienced might have been triggered by a release of slobber in the brain—to which I believe most ‘mystical’ experiences can be traced.

Here, have thee a nice religious experience—

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And ponder the thoughts of the wee infant being sizzled by God (even more so if that graven imagery be bronze) (ouch …).


Where the hell would we be without them?

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“Argus! Will you PLEASE stop making folks think?” **



*   Take your pick—there’s oodles to choose from.

** Don’t fret, Mr God, Sir … that ain’t ever gonna happen!


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No, I didn’t ask Gramps … but I’ve often asked exactly the same myself, with nary a squeak in response. ‘Tis ever thus …

Ungraven image above courtesy of Google—ol’ Jeez there don’t look none too happy—but then, as an omniscient there’s precious little reason why He should be …

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1993 Parliament[edit]


Opening Ceremony 1993

In 1993, the Parliament convened at the Palmer House hotel in Chicago. Over 8,000 people from all over the world, from many diverse religions, gathered to celebrate, discuss and explore how religious traditions can work together on the critical issues which confront the world.[15] A document, “Towards a Global Ethic: An Initial Declaration“, mainly drafted by Hans Küng, set the tone for the subsequent ten days of discussion. This global ethic was endorsed by many of the attending religious and spiritual leaders who were part of the parliament assembly.[16]

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—that the  above quote (from Wiki) must trigger the semper excreta reflex, no?

(If A word, to the wise, is sufficient” my cynicism may seem a bit superfluous)(but I doubt it) …

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  • All three of Him. Christianity is a bit parsonmonious here—some religions have hundreds, even thousands of ’em.