Being deeply conservative, the pond continues to be outraged at the notion of a Caterist on a Wednesday.
Everyone knows that the Caterist is on a Tuesday, Dame Slap on a Wednesday, and so on, fixed and unalterable, because the reptiles have trained the pond to fear change and the future …
Cult Lobbecke illustration or no, the pond has decided to assign the Caterist to the specialist late arvo sin bin … though really, given the predictability of the comrade Bill bashing in it, the pond might have been better off sending the Caterist off for the match, or forgetting about him altogether …
Everyone knows that the Caterist is on a Tuesday, Dame Slap on a Wednesday, and so on, fixed and unalterable, because the reptiles have trained the pond to fear change and the future …
Cult Lobbecke illustration or no, the pond has decided to assign the Caterist to the specialist late arvo sin bin … though really, given the predictability of the comrade Bill bashing in it, the pond might have been better off sending the Caterist off for the match, or forgetting about him altogether …
Never mind, in lieu, the pond was delighted to see that the Catholic Boys' Daily was attending to its pastoral duties by publishing the thoughts of James Foley.
If it had been later in the week, the pond might have held it over for a Sunday meditation, but every day is a good day for the reptiles to say their prayers and ask forgiveness for their many sins …
So take it away James …
Did the good bishop's headline announce that God wasn't for turning?
Well who knows what imaginary beings think, but it seems that the Catholic church is certainly for turning.
Well who knows what imaginary beings think, but it seems that the Catholic church is certainly for turning.
Yes, the pond was old enough to remember when the Catholic church urged the faithful to breed like rabbits - you know, one for the former Treasurer, two for the Church, a couple to make money for the weekly church envelope, and a few more to teach in a Catholic school.
It was celebrated in that vintage Python song …
By golly, there's nothing like a singalong at lunch time to put the pond in a good mood.
And so to the last gobbet, because nothing should be wasted on the dusty ground …
And so it goes … yet another man who took an oath of perpetual chastity rabbiting on about human sexuality, without - allegedly - the first clue or experience of what he's rabbiting on about …
Not a clue about fucking, or as they sometimes vary it up Tamworth way, not a fucking clue.
It put the pond in such a good mood it thought a few cartoons celebrating the Xian spirit in the United States wouldn't go astray …
Foley: :...those conflicting bumper stickers on vehicles decades ago with "Save the Whales" alongside "Abortion now".
ReplyDeleteAt present, the high suicide rate is rightly regretted, yet voluntary euthenasia is being legalised."
Which, in two short sentences, just demonstrates how immensely stupid one has to be to believe in "catholic" propaganda. No matter how long they live, no matter how many lessons life and people deliver, they still can't grasp even the simplest difference. So that's why this nonsense has been going on for more that 2000 years, proudly and faithfully expounded by generations of imbecile Foleys.
To the point where, in generations past, they'd have burned you at the stake for proposing "Abortion now", just so as to keep their all loving and merciful "god" happy.