To believe or not to believe

politics and religion

Once upon quite a while ago I had this pull along chicken. It was a wooden chicken and made a convincing clucking noise as I pulled it up and down the corridors at home. This way I thought it would get it’s exercise and hence lay eggs, cause sure enough each time it went for a ‘walk’  an egg would be sat under it the next morning.

Some people believe in a patriarchal authority figure flies through the sky delivering presents every mid winters eve in an aerodynamically unsound structure being pulled by a herd of ruminants.

I was speaking to a man in the queue at my local supermarket a few days ago and cause it was boring we struck up a socially distanced conversation. Somehow we got onto the subject of Government and politicians. I asked him do you trust (believe) your elected representatives and the current leader of our country?  replying in the affirmative I asked him why  and pointed out  some of the inaccuracies and failings we have witnessed coming from the hands of these people in the last few weeks and months and asked are these the actions of honest people?

Imagine my surprise one day when my wooden egg laying friend ceased to lay, chickens stop laying when they get old and or infirm, not that I knew this at the time or cared for that matter, my morning egg was absent. I soon found out of course and not only felt betrayed but also a little silly, I do not know how old I was but old enough I guess to have known better that  it had been my Mother doing the dirty and putting an egg under said Chicken.

Anyway back to the supermarket. I questioned the man as to whether the deeds committed  by the people in question proved their probity, and demonstrated reliability and honesty in their dealings. He replied “They do not.” Perhaps he thought I was some Agent Provocateur, heaven knows I do look a little different to most people (funny hair, covered in ink and wearing filthy clothes. ( My hands were clean)

Some people even think there is an invisible man in the sky who watches our every action and listens to our every word and made us in his own image. (Are you invisible and have these powers) i spoke to my neighbour yesterday and he is not invisible, he spoke to me so I guess he could see me as well.

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Religion and politics are in fact very similar they are largely based on lies and control. Frighten the people with hell fire and an invisible self created enemy and you are onto a winner, Now tell them you need their money and lots of it and you are made for life.

I am currently in the process of digging a hole for my pre formed pond to go into. Nobody said it would be easy in fact the sales person said it would be quite hard work. I believe them. This does not mean of course you ought think every sales man is straight and honest, just look at the ones in parliament and your local church. they are selling you a product just like they did to your parents, who sold the same thing to you.

Religion.. I would sooner choose the Chicken.

Jesus was a black man

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It is nearly the second week in my new career. I can at least say I am happier than I have been in a long time. Did I say that last time? So what if I did. I managed to drill though a pipe today. (Again)  and to top it all the hedge cutter blew up, it gave out a big bang like crack a shot of electric light and the smell of smoke. I think it is now broken.

I miss not being at work, but am enjoying the warm weather and  have been doing stuff about the garden. J is doing well, this makes me a lot happier and puts a lot of stresses to bed. I can at least sleep peacefully,even if I do need to get up at some unearthly hour to pee, I am at least sleeping properly.

FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK HE IS A WHITE MAN

perhaps I am drinking a little bit to much right now, but a lot less than I used to, Should I drink more tea. The administrator in the office is married to my manager.  They are both nice people and I have bruises from training.

Jesus was a black man, anything else is ridiculous.

To bury the dead is one of the corporal acts of mercy.

 

Childhood and the church

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The time has come for a change from speaking about mental health, anxiety and that sort of thing. I feel the time has come to write a little about the past. The past affects us in different ways but one thing is for certain, it is the reason why we are in the positions we are in now.

Or at least that is the theory and what they love to tell you at school and in other places as well.

So when I was a youngster, I was being raised as a good Catholic boy, by a good catholic mother who amongst other things had some fantasy (shall we call it?) that one day I would be a missionary somewhere in Africa.  Its another story and can wait for another day.

So my mum thought it would be a good idea to have me turned into an altar boy, that is to serve the priest at mass. Unhappily I was never the most attentive of Father’s acolytes, I fiddled with the medal I had to wear around my neck. (you were “given” it on your saint’s day) I never quite managed to ring the bell the correct number of times, twice instead of thrice, that is when I was not trying to dismantle the thing.

Where I was useless at serving God, I was good in other ways. Mum thought it a good idea that I could help Father by putting out the vestments  for the week day mass, it was quite simple nip over the road, put the glad rags out and back again. However there was the question of the altar wine, which it has to be said was pretty good stuff, it was sweet made my feet tingle and it was nice. And I could say that the Devil tempted me.