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—
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.
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) …
… 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
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?)
“Hey, you! Argus!”
(Uh oh) … “Yes, your Divinity-ship?”
“Cool it, Dog! I don’t want ’em to think I was quite THAT human!”
* if anything …