and thank God that
I never attract enough readers to trigger conflict. In the meantime, here’s a snippet I’ve just snup—
“I like having evidence. I hate having to take stands for Biblical morality without evidence. If I can use the evidence for the Big Bang, the fine-tuning, the origin of biological information, the Cambrian explosion, the habitability fine-tuning and irreducible complexity to argue for theism, and then argue for the resurrection based on early sources and minimal facts, then I should have the exact same quality of data when defending moral values. If the Bible says something, I should be able to look at the best research and find that the Bible is correct.”
—and I offer it as grounds for discussion. I’m a busy dog myself … but if anyone is interested I snup that snippet from—
—and if you go there … be gentle.
(Now I’m for it …) “Yes, Mr God, Sir?”
“I knew before I created Creation that you’d be writing that—thank you, Dog.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” (Phew—thank God He’s not grumpy this time …)
NOR DO I CARE MUCH
about the circumstances of this wee snap which I just snup—
—from a U-toobe. Doesn’t this audience look absolutely fired up and ready to sally forth to fight the dragons of their generation? (As we were/did, once?)
OR SHOULD WE
look a bit closer, do you think?
I came in late to this party and as a simplistic simpleton I do see one probable answer—
- brief but truly ferocious nuclear war
- followed by a lengthy nuclear winter
—which reminds me of a haiku attributed to Hirohito immediately after the Japanese surrender in WW2:
“After the violent tempest
The sun rose radiantly …”
Or, we could all end up On The Beach (and reset the clocks?
Perhaps our religious friends have an answer —>
— God will step in and save us in our hour of need*
Sadly for that reviewer … I can imagine it.
“Last to leave the table, blows out the candles!”
* Yeah, Right …
NONE TO DO IT
Prof Tab recently posted (headed ‘five hundred yards‘)—
read Prof: CLICK HERE
—and it’s sobering stuff. Thank heavens such can never happen again, today we have experts in charge.
In charge to lead the charge … what was that song from a while back~? Oh, yes …
“… and who was it that led the charge, that took us safe to the rear …”
Yep. That’s what leaders do. Real leaders, that is: our leaders (all salute!).
I just re-blitzed the Prof’s D-Day post, again. Equally as
depresse inspired. (Don’t go there—it’s far better for the average punter to watch John Wayne’s version or similar.)
You still not sure what the ol’ Dog is on about?
See below for a clue … (you can’t miss it, it’s labelled “CLUE” in big letters—and if by now you’re feeling a bit miffed, I confidently predict that you are a voter. No?)
Cannon-fodder is cheap (and expendable).
Actually getting up off your arse and thinking ain’t cheap. It takes effort (but cheer up, if you run low on personnel there’s always the draft …)
* Sit out it in the rear, secure in the knowledge that once the bombardment has reduced the obstacles/defences to bits of old scrap all the troops have to do after (paddling ashore) is dry out their socks and stroll through to Berlin … you know: numbers game
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 …
(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 …)
WATCHING THE TRAILER~!
God may be the name of the game (and a very lucrative game it is too …) but BC is the name of genius.
’nuff sed. Watch the trailer then get thee hence to the movie (and stop watching blasted trailers—they take bits out of context and ruin the show anyway).
Hah~! You wish …
—and now who says the Ages thereof are passed?
—and one might also ask*
WHICH OMNISCIENT PRIME MOVER
of the entire universe (you know: Time, Space, and everything) caused that crash in the first place?)
* But in the interests of good manners one shouldn’t ask, so I shan’t (not bloody much, I shan’t) … well?
I’m waiting … and my rum is getting cold …