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.



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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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Skyborne piggy copyon behalf of Reality, then let me start here—

“… 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 …”

for source of quote: CLICK HERE

—and as best I can, as patiently as I can, without naughty words let me ask:

How might any evidence for the Big Bang be utilised in defence of theism?

  • God actually (was/is) the Big Bang itself?
  • God created Himself from zilch in order to blow Himself up?*


that I don’t think ol’ God is much on time-and-motion or even simple efficiency—if it were me I’d have cut out a lot of redundant effort and created the present ultimates (us~!) right at the beginning. Properly, without needing ol’ Satan and that silly apple …


“Hey, Argus!”

(Oops …) “Yes, Mr Satan, Sir?”

“Ever thought to ask who it was created ME, hmmmm?”

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“Stop squabbling! There’s only ONE True Religion …”



 * But we’re talking religion here, so logic is redundant. Maybe He was/eternally is a masochist (I vote sadist—the ultimate, in fact).


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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.

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(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 …)

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The Satanic Temple

has seven fundamental tenets: down finger

  1. One should strive to act with compassion and empathy towards all creatures in accordance with reason.
  2. The struggle for justice is an ongoing and necessary pursuit that should prevail over laws and institutions.
  3. One’s body is inviolable, subject to one’s own will alone.
  4. The freedoms of others should be respected, including the freedom to offend. To willfully and unjustly encroach upon the freedoms of another is to forgo your own.
  5. Beliefs should conform to our best scientific understanding of the world. We should take care never to distort scientific facts to fit our beliefs.
  6. People are fallible. If we make a mistake, we should do our best to rectify it and resolve any harm that may have been caused.
  7. Every tenet is a guiding principle designed to inspire nobility in action and thought. The spirit of compassion, wisdom, and justice should always prevail over the written or spoken word.[20]


Despite the rather appealing name I could almost go to bat for a bunch like this. Really. Even if the average punter these days has to look up words like ‘nobility’ and (horrors!) … thought. (And demonstrates fallibility by being unable to spel, even in a good cause.)


So there’s hope yet, Argie?




U-toobe this morning—

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—and offered in my genuine Spirit of contrition and humility as a prime example of what you, too, might achieve if you had  the right surroundings, the right upbringing, and etc etc.

Failing the conditions I imagine that if you’ve read it through this far you may be thinking along the lines of “How the hell did I miss the boat?”

And who can blame you?

There are absolute fortunes out there to be made from shee  nice people like this. You want your own fleet of private jets, all the palaces you can eat, and endless devotees to attend your every whim? Now stop trying to be productive—just shove up a shingle, hire an old barn in the right location and start preaching. Do it right and you’re quids in (Amway, eat your heart out!)

SHEESH—just do it right and they will flock to your door—all you need is your own USP (Unique Selling Point); no need even to reinvent the whee cross … but beware, the Establishment defends its turf with a ferocity unbridled and total lack of conscience (too much invested and too much at stake).


Now forgive me, I’m off to pray for your soul and God grant that I haven’t given you a bum steer …

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“Hey! Who filched the last loaf and fish? Damn!”



mary3.jpg—OH, GOOD GRIEFFIE!


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Apologies for the rush; and here’s your snippet:

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—snipped from—


Make of it wot we will.

once read a case for the Wedding at Cana being His Holy Nibs’s very own personal wedding, to one Mary Magdalene. The same author/s made a further case for the Holy Grail being not a cup but the blood (line) of Christ … aka corrupted from ‘le sang real’ (the Royal Blood) (get it?); and the vessel carrying that sacred blood (line) was actually one Mrs J. Christ in the person of Mary Magdalene; transported to the south of France by a Mr Joseph of Arithmathea, who happened to be a tin merchant trader who dealt with (you’ll love this—) tin traders in Cornwall. And who was also JC’s uncle …


You can have a lot of fun if you dabble …


And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
etc etc
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green & pleasant Land.
A bit gory in places but sometimes a pleasant enough mythology that serves well to keep the unthinking underfoot and paying taxes.
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Regardless of labels, this is a piccie that benefits from lots of looking at and total disregardance of any ‘official’ explanations. Look at that redhead to Jeez’s right—could a case be made for that being Mrs J? (To me it looks more she than he.)
Is there any significance in His Royal Godship and some other guy both reaching for the same buns? And off screen to our left it looks awfully as if someone has a dagger pointed at someone …
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Rubbish! Anyway, there’s not one God, there’s many hundreds, thousands …



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