THROUGH THE EYE OF A NEEDLE

In, just a few minutes ago—

too intriguing not to pass along—an Entrance Exam, for Heaven? The mind boggles …

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A Blonde was sent on her way to Heaven. Upon arrival, a concerned St Peter met her at the Pearly Gates.

‘I’m sorry, ‘St Peter said; ‘But Heaven is suffering from an overload of goodly souls and we have been forced to put up an Entrance Exam for new arrivals to ease the burden of Arrivals.’

‘That’s cool’ said the blonde, ‘What does the Entrance Exam consist of?’

‘Just three questions’ said St Peter.

‘Which are?’ asked the blonde.

‘The first,’ said St Peter, ‘is, which two days of the week start with the letter ‘T’? The second is ‘How many seconds are there in a year? The third is ‘What was the name of the swag-man in Waltzing Matilda?’

‘Now,’ said St Peter, ‘Go away and think about those questions and when I call upon you, I shall expect you to have those answers for me.’

So the blonde went away and gave those three questions some considerable thought (I expect you to do the same).

The following morning, St Peter called upon the blonde and asked if she had considered the questions, to which she replied, ‘I have.’

‘Well then,’ said St Peter, ‘Which two days of the week start with the letter T?’

The blonde said, ‘Today and Tomorrow.’

St Peter pondered this answer for some time, and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question.

‘Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions?’

St Peter went on, ‘how many seconds in a year?’

The Blonde replied, ‘Twelve!’

‘Only twelve?’ exclaimed St Peter, ‘How did you arrive at that figure?’

‘Easy,’ said the blonde, ‘there’s the second of January, the second of February, right through to the second of December, giving a total of twelve seconds.’

St Peter looked at the blonde and said, ‘I need some time to consider your answer before I can give you a decision.’

And he walked away shaking his head.

A short time later, St Peter returned to the Blonde.

‘I’ll allow the answer to stand, but you need to get the third and final question absolutely correct to be allowed into Heaven.

Now, can you tell me the answer to the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?’

The blonde replied; ‘Of the three questions, I found this the easiest to answer.’

‘Really!’ exclaimed St Peter, ‘And what is the answer?’

‘It’s Andy.’

‘Andy?”

‘Yes, Andy,’ said the blonde.

This totally floored St Peter, and he paced this way and that, deliberating the answer.

Finally, he couldn’t stand the suspense any longer and turning to the blonde, asked ‘How in God’s name did you arrive at THAT answer?’

‘Easy’ said the blonde, ‘Andy sat, Andy watched, Andy waited till his billy boiled.’

The blonde entered Heaven …

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And what’s worse … you’re now singing it to yourself.

BOOM BOOM

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PRINCIPLES VERSUS

FREEDOMS …

Screen Shot 2019-05-14 at 10.19.15and now for your quote. Make of it whatever your independent mind/indoctrinations will allow—

Dr Mackereth, an evangelist who now works as an emergency doctor in Shropshire, claims his contract was then terminated over his refusal to use transgendered pronouns. 

He argues that he was dismissed “not because of any realistic concerns over the rights and sensitivities of transgender individuals, but because of my refusal to make an abstract ideological pledge”.

—and this is how The Controllers inveigle their way into power: by harnessing the brute force of the state to serve the ends of power-hungry slime-balls who refuse to allow independence.

It doesn’t really matter a damn (to me) if the ‘independent’ is invoking ridiculous superstitious ‘teachings’—no?

“I care not for what you say, Sir—

But I’ll fight to the death for your Right to say it!”

So. Sure we would … (you and me both, Dude—but we’d be awfully lonely out there).

The quote above in red is from:  CLICK HERE

AN INTERESTING ASIDE

which is of absolutely no relevance—

  • You control speech—
  • you control behaviour*

No? And so we lose by one nibble at a time. That good doctor (above) may well be a Christian nutter, but Christian nutters also have the right to Free Speech.

So let ’em rave! And …

and let anyone narked by their ravings counter-rave; this is the meaning of  ‘Free Speech’.

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* You just try using only politically correct words & grammar yet still present a cogent argument.

EPITAPH

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I was u-toobing Chris Hitchens and happened across this erudite piece of impassioned … writing? … and borrowed it as is, where is’ for passing along—

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@EtScripturaeSanctae Amen! δικαιωθεντες ουν εκ πιστεως ειρηνην εχομεν προς τον θεον δια του κυριου ημων ιησου χριστου In perfect English, the New Testament text reads: “Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ” (Romans 5:1). Burning in hell since 15 December 2011, the sodomite Marxist boozer “Hitch” denied the only-begotten Son of God, rejected His free gift of salvation by grace through faith alone and died of metastasized cancer. GOOD RIDDANCE! Sleazy atheist mantras never saved anyone, and this ridiculous “MouseFFruit” video is a Satanist lie on many levels. Darwinism is a corrupt anti-Semitic myth, and the inerrant King James Bible clearly teaches us that the rapture of the Bride of Christ precedes the time of Jacob’s trouble. Noah’s Flood is the historical fact that the Saviour also confirmed, and regenerated Christians have all the credible forensic evidence about the jailbird “FFreeThinker” cyber fraud that we need. No species “evolved” into a new genus living anywhere on Earth, and any scientist in his (or her) right mind knows that NO ONE can prove ancient “origins by observation.” There is NO reasonable doubt that Cyrenius was “the governor of Syria,” and the validity of a godless worldview cannot be proven because it always has been delusional. Millennial eschatology has always been sound Biblical doctrine, and any known government in history could take a census in order to levy taxes on the families that it ruled.

 

—here now just in case anyone might have any doubts about the future of the Human Race … God is great, no?

In the meantime:

Mr Hitchens, you’ve enhanced this world by your presence and you are sadly missed (source of quote above is in the comments on this Toobe clip):

And if anyone contradicts anyone, once more we offer:

Contradictions Law

AT LAST~!

DAMMIT

Death chatteringI’ve often stated that (SFX: drum roll, please)

AFTER YOU DIE

 

YOU ARE JUST AS DEAD

 

AS BEFORE YOU WERE BORN

.

.. and you’ll never notice the difference. No? To me it’s blatantly obvious, but at last, after all these years, I’ve finally heard someone else say it too—I think—among the first words spoken on this u-toobe clip:

And now I’m going back back to view the rest of it.

In the meantime—

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Did anyone think to put the cat out?

CHRIS HITCHENS ASKS

A RHETORICAL QUESTION—

 

 

—at about 4:36 (or back up a bit for the context).

PROVOKES WITHIN ME

my own ‘divine’ question …

CAN GOD CHANGE HIS MIND?

even if we cut Him some slack? I say no. Nay. Never …

What say you?

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“Which god, Argus? There’s thousands of ’em … dum’ dog …”

 

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Ye GODS~

LIFTED FROM

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).

BE CAREFUL OUT THERE~!

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!”

 

CORRECT ME ONLY

IF YOU CAN

(Clue:  you can’t.)

This in tonight

“Putin has long worked toward restoring a Soviet-style empire, and if his power, his theft of democratic processes is allowed to continue unchecked, the world becomes a lot less safe.”

—forcing me to ask “Wot wot, eh wot?”

Admittedly ‘democracy’ is better than blatant dictatorship. Sort of … but I’ve not yet been challenged when I state about political systems, that—

 

“Democracy:  is when we go the polls every X years,

to elect our dictators for the next X years.”

 

So we ‘democratic’ folks proudly possess elected dictators—compared to unelected dictators. As the ghost says in that movie, “Big fleshy deal!”

Some genius once stated that “Democracy is the very worst possible system—except for all the others …” (Churchill?) (Does it matter?) So—

NO MATTER WHAT BIRD

gets elected he/she/it will move to establish (as best he/she can) permanence (or as far as possible, longevity) after which nest-feathering takes precedence.

And We (being us … the Great Unwashed) are simply shelved until the run-up to the next election. Not that we mind.

I’m not sure but I think I’m quoting a ‘Wizard of Id’ cartoon here …

“Hey, you—Lackey!”

“Sire?”

“Elections coming up … how many of those promises I made last time did I keep?”

“None at all, Sire!”

“Great! I can use ’em all again!”

Hah! Let anybody just try to trump that!

And the beat goes on, the beat goes onnnnnnnnnnnnnn …

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