MUST — BY COMMAND OF U.N. LAW
Poke through National Archives and any relevant records to—
- find out who the original owners of ‘your’ lands were
- then trace their current heirs
- and, with copious apologies, endless tears etc
- return those lands (with any ‘improvements’) to their rightful owners.
we could simply accept that the past is the past, learn from it, resolve to never again make mistakes, bring our descendants up to be nice, and—
“In fact, while accumulatively billions of dollars over recent decades have been transferred to those of even a highly attenuated Maori genetic inheritance, we should remember that these handouts – including for the demands to keep the Maori language alive (which it now isn’t …) should far more appropriately be directed to other areas of much greater priority. For example, the health budgets…the desperately cash-strapped hospitals… the grossly under-funded Pharmac – whose markedly low annual grant and inability to carry the cost of procedures now commonplace even Australia, and saving lines overseas, has become almost scandalous.”
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Actually, we need a form of democracy based on Reality.
I for one:
- REFUSE TO ACCEPT
- ANY FORM OF UNEARNED GUILT
—and I think that people who do
- are incapable of rational thinking
- have no real moral sense
- are bloody pathetic.
- all you Yanks—give those lands back to the Injuns!
- You Aussies—give ’em back to the Abos. Now!
- You simpering Kiwis— return ’em to the noble Maoris.
- You, Poms … track back through your mongrel history—there must be SOME bugger you can return your lands to.
(There. I haven’t even had brekkie yet and already the major source of the World’s troubles solved.)
for Sydney, and the Australian bush fires … God has listened, heard, and is answering your prayers.
Bravo Zulu, all!
“There ya go, Gertie! God has listened!”
“Hey, you on the end—Miss Greta, take a bow!”
“Can’t … I’m overcome …”
“Emotion? That’s what ya get with a sheila on the team—”
“Fumes, Chief! Can we move a bit, before we pray some more?”
“Hey, Dog! Don’t I get no credit? … Bloody typical! Sheesh!
A comment I made minutes ago on Ark’s blog (take a bow, you atheist lout)—
We may, of course, ignore the notion and simply have ‘faith’ — trust in The Lord from whom all blessings* flow, and all will be well (the testimony of six million Jews can’t be wrong, no?).
Yup. God is good.
* All cursings too, seeing that ‘The Lord’ is/was/will be the one and only Prime Mover.
IN MANY FORMS
and who would I be to cast asparagus on any of them?
Before getting into it with their picks and shovels the workers must be protected (from ghosts spooks spirits shades wraiths goblins ghoulies spooks and things that go PLOP! in the other room in the middle of the night when you thought you were alone).
You never know …
(Don’t forget to peep under the bed before you turn in tonight … have a Bible* in each hand before you do)(just in case … brrrr.)
“Don’t fret, Little Dog! I’m always on watch … sleep soundly.”
* Or the Holy Book of whatever religious franchise you (may) support.
From whom all blessings flow.* Being the same Eternal Lord God who knew, some fourteen decimal five milliard years ago, what these cheery
spectres (oops) spectators (below) would be observing a bit later on:
—and if body language is anything to go by I’d guess that the wee person on the far right has it all sussed … possibly thinking words to the effect
“THIS HAS ‘LONG NIGHT’ WRITTEN ALL OVER IT … “
—and the beat goes on. God (is as always) eternally in His heaven so all is right with His world—
“Bugger! Whom is it?”
“Me, Lord! Your favourite archange—”
“Ah! Come in, Gabby—what’s on your mind?”
“As if You didn’t already know, your Divinityness … them Aussie bushfires, Sir—”
“Knew that! Don’t fret, Gab, all part of my Divine Plan. And going damned well too …”
“You wouldn’t understand, Gab. It’s a ‘God’ thing—just trust Me.”
“And shut the cloud on your way out, please.”
* And being THE Prime Mover … all cursings too. No?
(among other things)
“THE GOD DELUSION”
And enjoying it. Understated, which probably partly explains why he’s successful and I’m not—he’s gentle and easy with his facts (I tend to use ’em as bludgeons).
Also he speaks nicely without insulting his readers. I tend to call a spade a spade and where I find a duped boofwit lacking the basic nous to challenge outrageous propositions … he remains gentle.
My sister (a practising Spiritualist medium) (yep~!) gently tells me that “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar” (it’s true, too; she does)(but I don’t think she’s familiar with some of the other usages of the term ‘honey pot’).
Anyway, back to The Dawk. I’m about a third of the way through and am decided on getting my own copy; ol’ Dawkins is easy to read and certainly comes across a both a thinker and well read researcher.
Given half a chance I recommend his work—
—to anyone interested in blowing away unreality (by which I mean interested in facing the universe as it really is).
(Eeeek!) “Er … yes, Mr God, Sir?”
“I’ve read that book myself, Dog. It’s good! About fourteen thousand million years ago, before I got ’round to creating The Creation and all who sail in her. Things were bloody boring back then—”
“Are you putting in a plug for a book denying your own good Self, Sir?”
“Hah! Truth will out, Dog …”
NOT THE GREENS~!
But don’t just take my word for it …
Again I point you in the direction of common-sense. (Miss Greta, if you’re up to a challenge … can you address any of this guy’s points? *)
(Approx 30 minutes)
* Please …