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Why? Read on and be endarkened …
from: CLICK HERE / ME
Why? Experience. (Not education, sheesh~!) We dogs go by what we can see, bite, scratch, chomp, or chew … although in my years I’ve witnessed meteors in many places, I’ve never seen one quite like the above. But I guess space stuff followeth the thnowflake thyndrome, no?
“Mr Argus, Sir—?”
“Yes, Little Ollivia?”
“Why are you lithping, thir?”
(Hah. Knew I’d catch someone—)
“Because that’s what you do when talking so religious folks can understand, child; you know, ya godda be a bit biblical.”
“Oh Thir, thereth no hope you … oopth …”
(boring … )
So he (God) knew what would happen to this poor guy but did nothing to save him? Even I would have warned him (and I ain’t no God).
At the risk of getting my furry head bitten off, what would a Christian have done? A real one, not one of your namby-pamby Sunday things?
“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”
“Did you post that webbie I put you onto?”
“Was just going to do it, Sir.”
“I forgive you, Dog—now jump to it!)
(Where the hell did I leave that link … )
“I’m waiting, Dog! Don’t worry—I’ve got all day. You haven’t …”
(Gods yawn? I never knew that …)
(Brit scientist chap—?)
“Don’t make me come over there—”
“You are over here, Sir; omnipresence—”
Hah! Suddenly it clicks … … Brian Cox!
“Took you long enough, Dog! That’s what you get for keeping Me waiting.”
(I like this. God will, too. I made it to 2:54 before my circuits started imploding. We dogs are like that, anything bigger than yer average kennel and we freak.)
Not muddy blutch!
even if he is atheistic towards the fastest growing major religion. (I love where he explains how the Spanish have devised a way to make their solar-power farms productive by night—pure genius!)
Be warned, I think he’s Australian.
And he makes sense.
I especially love that he makes no bones about stating that the ‘Climate change’ thing is simply another religion. (What might happen to the home of Islam, which reaps its loot from both oil and religion?) (Conflict of interests?)
Go there, watch him — and just see if I’m right.
Your new Madonna icon,
practising for her ‘Madonna Lisa’ portrait.
“Some call it the consummation of trends of global warming … hey, you on the end there—Miss Greta, what do you call it?”
“I call lunch, Chief: professionally now, but with an eye to my future later …”
DON’T FRET, MISS GRETA
this is ‘Climate Change’ propaganda
from a bit before
you were born.
State of the art thinking, though …
Now meet an optimist who is happy to read cheery stuff like that—
—and don’t you just love these cute little bears, now so terminally close to absolute total extreme extinction? How close? Don’t ask, you may just be a little surprised …
TO BREAK FREE OF
Miss Greta Thunberg and the whole new Anthropogenic Global Warming Religion. But I can’t. Not when stuff like this keeps popping up:
Face it … someone, somewhere, is MILKING this rather disturbed kid; and when she’s been sucked dry she’ll be spat out.
And so the beat goes on … world without end; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be etc etc … with this popular new religion* replacing the old in one foul swoop. Saint Greta? Why not?
If that’s what it takes her manipulators will do it; and if she burns out in the process that’s even better—martyrs are in such short supply these days.
* Saving the planet from climate change.
visible to all …
“Whaddya got there, Sybil?”
“My illustration projecting ‘evolution’, Mr Darwin, Sir.”