tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875365454966245098.post8579087395914106973..comments2023-06-11T13:12:20.435+01:00Comments on The Anger of a Quiet Man: Ramadama ding dong...Quiet_Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09575652127079681825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875365454966245098.post-16377788795995868692013-07-13T12:33:08.971+01:002013-07-13T12:33:08.971+01:00I confess I concur with most of your observations ...I confess I concur with most of your observations on 'the enemy within'. Perhaps you should get yourself along to a certain celebration of all that once made this country great. I speak of the National Railway Museum in York. I went on Wednesday and although I dont know how many thousands the place holds it was packed to the gills with long queues outside. I suspect this will be the case everyday for as long as the celebration lasts. And despite being a celebration of this countries past achievements I saw not one male in a white dress or woman in a black coverall, or in fact any one with anything other than a pale complexion, and many of these people came from all over the world. I did however see ONE man with a towel wrapped around his head. I suspect that it was not just the Engineering feats on display that epitomised what once made this country so great but also the ethnicity of 99.99% of the attendees. Speaks volumes about multiculturism I think and certainly gladdened my heart. Oh - and yes entry is free so no excuse there !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875365454966245098.post-62965515578523449942013-07-12T21:48:04.345+01:002013-07-12T21:48:04.345+01:00I dunno why teachers are teaching religion to anyo...I dunno why teachers are teaching religion to anyone anywhere.<br /><br />When I was a kid they used to tell us fairy stories about some bloke called Jesus who walked on water and raised cripples and turned over temple tables and shit like that.<br /><br />Personally I preferred the one about the gingerbread house and the old witch who ate children, or the bloke who turned round three times and became a super hero and didn't eat children. <br /><br />My main memories of religion when I was a child was this foul breathed old minister man with a red face who got a bit too close for comfort when he came to school to indoctrinate us and whom I shopped for being a paedo bastard. <br /><br />Religion was fine in the days when people couldn't explain thunder and lightning and so had to make up gods to placate people... then they discovered it was a good way to control people. Now we know that thunder isn't god farting or whatever they used to tell us it was. We're a bit cleverer than that.<br /><br />Religion is all violent. You only have to look at the dick wits in Northern Ireland tonight. Scottish police have had to be dispatched to keep the protestants from the catholics and vise versa.<br /><br />They are nothing short of animals. With a bit of luck the thickos will blow each other up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com