WOW~! Give that Dog a

BISCUIT~!

Bop(Poor ol’ mutt deserves it.)

Read on … or even more better, go there and gag gasp for yourself. I made it all the way to one minute twelve seconds, and decided at that point there was a post coming on …

… this one …

… for you to see for yourself.

Be reminded:  I made it to a minute twelve. If you can do better, please let me know how … and for that matter: why?

AND if by flagging it away so soon I goofed (damned gagging reflex … mutter mutter mutter) please let me know, and why.

And now, back to pondering the great medieval conundrum that tied up the hierarchy of the Church for ages:

How Many Angels Can

Dance On The Head Of a Pin?

From memory the answer was ten thousand, but don’t quote me on that. I could be wrong and really don’t want to have to count ’em all again …

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A BIT OF A

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for me. Being a dog I have only a small brain yet sometimes even I like to learn.

But whereas some folks are natural instructors, teachers, tutors … others leave me frantically scrabbling for fleas to scratch, holes to dig, anything that makes sense and/or might even remotely be considered productive—

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So there I was, cheerfully pursuing a new word into the ol’ Mac’s onboard dictionary (which I suspect isn’t onboard at all but actually socked away behind closed doors in California somewhere) when it came up with the the above. Hah! I know this game:  innocently I go to DERACINE and it directs me to deracinated—I could spend the rest of my life in a back and forth time-warp.

SO IF

you pursue the link by clinking the above snippet/image you’ll be able to see the context and maybe you will be able to figure things out. For yourself. In the meantime I’ll just carry on with me fleas and pile of ripe bones and hope that I never meet Mr Thor, especially on a dark night …

… and I still have no idea whose side he is on. Or for that matter what the Hades he’s on about*; or the (s)ignificance of doing (t)his to the (i)nitial letters of most (w)ords.

I PUT IT IN

the same bin as other great unanswered questions of religion, such as “If Jesus really was God (incarnate) then He’d have to have pooped at least a few times every week, and given that Godly stuff is incorruptible and if a Holy Sh*t is the same size/shape as a mortals, and given that each holy turd must be about four to six inches long and Jesus lived to age 35 (plus or minus a few bits) …

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… then there must be about a mile of Holy poop still awaiting collection by the Pope’s merry minions for turning into sacred relics (for sale to the gullib  devout)?”

Has Rome missed a trick here?

Can we expect armies of ‘pilgrims’ armed with shovels and sacks to descend on the Holy Lands with avariciou altruistic intent?

WHEN THEY FIND

and recover sufficient they can save a whole heap of Peter’s Pence by using them in Communion—instead of munching the blood and Holy guts of Christ the penitents can kiss the sacred poop, and thereby save everyone a mint? (An everlasting wear-proof on-the-spot miracle: what could possibly bring more believers into the church, hmmm?)

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“Hey, you! Argus!”

(Uh oh)“Yes, your Divinity-ship?”

“Cool it, Dog! I don’t want ’em to think I was quite THAT human!”

Brrrrr …

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* if anything …

 

BORING …

boring boring boring …

Dodo

is arguing ‘religion’ with the saved. They are dead, and as it says in the Bible: “Let the dead bury their dead…” Brilliant!

I posted this comment finger down  (below) on a fellow blogger’s blog recently, and the seeds falling on un-stoney ground thought I’d share my brilliance with all my reader*.

Comme ca—

Same old, same old … if you want Reality in this life, try a new approach—give away the mental masturbation that is arguing with diehard religiosi (of any ilk) and instead go to the roots. Do what they do, but do it with Reality on your side—

So:

(a) get hold of the young, and
(b) inculcate them with one simple tool

that will serve them forever. Read on, for tool.

That tool is simply the Law of Contradiction.
Nothing more, nothing less.

The LOC states simply (I beg rebuttals!)—

CONTRADICTIONS CANNOT EXIST
IF you find an apparent contradiction,
look to the premises—
—one of them at least is false

Think about it … a loving God and a plague? An all-powerful compassionate God and Satan? A merciful God and napalm? The love of the Omnipotent and the Holy Inquisition?

You can have a field day with the one … get the young thinking.
Give them the tools to think with~!

—but in as much as masturbation doesn’t produce offspring, I guess folks will stick with the shadow rather than the substance. Yes, it is more fun and I guess you can’t contract el gravo diseaso that way … but if you want fruit you have to plant, no?

GET THOSE YOUNG ONES THINKING, DAMMIT~!

It means:

(a) for themselves. So

(b) give ’em the tools …

(c) … then get out of their way.

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* Both of you …

 

SQUAWK~!!!!

OUTRAGE!!! 

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SIN!!

EVIL!

That such behaviour should even exist …

… in a ‘civilised’ (it means one that worships Jesus)(or elderly paedophile sadist warmonger BS artists) nation.

Eeeek!

YOUR QUOTE (brrrrrrr~!)

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Ye gods … I wouldn’t like that guy furious with me, brrrrr. No wonder his clientel flock stays in line. Quoting further—

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I could analyse and rebut that lot but I shan’t. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof (or wotever); so let’s move along—

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AND LET ME MAKE A CONFESSION

at this point I am a wee bit confused and unsure whose side I’m on. If it’s the side of guys who want freedom of access of literature to poor ol’ hospital patients, I’m all for it. Provided that no literature is censored out of such access (even Islamic cra (oops) violent & vicious propaganda).

IF ANY

propagandic literature is to be allowed, all must be, no?

How else can thinking people make informed decisions for themselves? So I would suggest—

Dodo

—that anyone wishing to dump their unrequested recruiting propaganda on the tired, weary, oppressed huddled masses in bed yearning to breathe free be allowed to do so provided only that—

(a) the victims are spared the concomitant lectures, and

(b) all weapons be left with security before entry, and

(c) they have absolute freedom of choice.

YOUR CLOSING QUOTE

from the same source—

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—to which this tired old dog can only add a jubilant

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oops …  finger down

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“ARGUS!”

“Yes, your Godliness?”

“Well said, Dog. There’s a bone for you at my table.”

wag wag wag wag

(a thought, will the good Rev Robertson be there too?)

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“Will so!”                     “Bloody well won’t!”

 

THE LORD TOLD ME,

devil-29973__340 copysayeth the American (where else?) televangelist “I needed a fourth jet.”

I’d give you the source of the news article that jangled the cash in my pockets but it’s a print article in a recent NZ newspaper. Don’t fret, just google the headline as it appeared—

“The Lord told me I needed a fourth jet, televangelist insists”

—and you too may find enlightenment. But wait, read now and it gets even better (just be careful what you read about)—

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—and it gets even better when the nice, honest, sincere, God-fearing man further explai  justifies himself—

“Now people say . . . can’t you go with this one?” he said, pointing to a picture of the plane he uses. “Yes, but I can’t go it one-stop. And if I can do it one stop, I can fly it for a lot cheaper, because I have my own fuel farm. And that’s what’s been a blessing of the Lord.”

—don’t ask me. I have no idea what a ‘fuel farm’ is (but I guarantee they don’t come cheap*).

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“Hey, you! Yeah you, Bub! Yer name Argus?”

Oops …

Brrr. Moving on, perhaps you, too, could ask The Lord for one of these blessings—

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—and until ya try ya never knows ya luck.

Sufficient unto the day is the televangelising thereof so I’ll leave you with this thought—

click here right copy             Dodo

 

ASPIRIN, PLEASE … AND

GIVE IT WINGS~!

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(give or take a few guesstimated millenniums) a vast empty nothing that didn’t exist nowhere gave an orgasmic twitch and ejaculated The Creator. Boom boom!

BUT

The Creator (okay, for brevity we’ll refer to It as Big G) was lonely and for whatever reason, despite Its (okay, we’ll give It a gender and henceforth He/She or It will be ‘He’) felt lonely. So He created (out of the same ultimate nothing) (didn’t I tell you He was clever?) a universal universe.

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Oh … WOW~!

Into this still warm but ever expanding (into what?) (don’t ask me—go ask a scientist or a priest, they make a living from answering dum questions)(and stop interrupting) He popped an Earth complete with non-existent dinosaurs and stuff, and a Man and Woman who were a copulation-free zone until another non-existent superpower entity (created by whom, and for what purposes?) (don’t ask …) invented Evil and scattered it about with mad rapturous abandonment and used it as a tool to belabour poor ol’ Big G about the ears with. Not good, but there ya goes …

AND NOW, TO NOT

digress, flash forward several aeons to—

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—this poor bugger, who looks (as someone suggested) like something from a Warner Bros cartoon.

And whilst there, contemplate the infinite mercies of BigG who in total* foreknowledge set everything up to mercifully end the poor skellington guy’s sufferings at short notice. The pic is the link (any philosophising you might be tempted into is Satan’s fault, not mine).

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“ARGUS~! YES, YOU, DOGFACE~!”

Ooooops …

“Yes, your Godliness? Whaddya want with me, I been good …”

“You’re casting stones upon seedy ground again—I’ve warned you before—”

“Can’t resist it, Sir—”

“… and stop confusing me with the Bad Guy. Folks are beginning to talk …”

“… bugger~”

“And stop using that mild English expletive. Americans think you’re referring to my priesthoods.”

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and the beat goes onnnnnnn …

 * It means absolute (with no excuses or time off for good behaviour)

TROUBLE IN PARADISE?

DON’T ASK

devil-29973__340me. Just ponder all possible meanings of the word “Duh!” and go to your Bible for answers …

Following the recent ‘recall to Heaven’  of the founder of a colony of Kiwi kooks we are told—

There’s a battle for control brewing in religious community Gloriavale following the death of founder Hopeful Christian.

Only one day after the 92-year-old’s death, two prominent shepherds are already going head-to-head for the top spot, Patrick Gower told The AM Show on Wednesday.

“Fervent Stedfast, the current second-in-charge, effectively runs Gloriavale. [He’s] quite an elderly man as well as one of the shepherds there. He’s the person that you deal with. He wants control.

“But he is in a battle with another shepherd, my sources tell me, Howard Temple. He is the overseeing shepherd designate. He is the person that everyone believes was meant to take over. He is the person Hopeful Christian said would take over.”

Sourced: CLICK HERE

But it won’t slow anyone down at all. Even among divines Human Nature rules supreme, serene, and irreproachable. God is in His Heaven and all is well with Her Creation. No?

And to close—I sometimes resurrect ancient history and ponder whether Pope Wossisface actually was murdered that time, after just a month in office? (All with God’s approval, mind, and in His full knowledge …)

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“Argus … do I hear you thinking of the movie  The Man Who Sued God ?”

 

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