Morality is doing what is right, regardless of what you are told.
Religion is doing what you are told, regardless of what is right.
In the past we had chalices of wood and priests of gold.
Now we have chalices of gold, and priests of wood.
It is far better to have a religion without a church, than a church without a religion.
When religion is used to pander to political whims, it must forego the high moral ground, and become debased by worldly political demands. The thrust should not be, but often is, directed at the creation of new political institutions and establishing political arrangements.
I decided to reward myself with a cup of coffee after a long, hard week.
Then I realized that it’s Tuesday. Morning!
I’ve found a couple of inventive ways to irritate telemarketers, who call at inopportune times (are there ever any opportune times?) I’ve placed the phone on my stomach, while reclining in my easy chair, after a platter of nachos. I’ve laid it, face-up, beside a cat who was loudly demanding to be fed.
The son and grandson, third and fourth generations of this weirdly delightful (and delightfully weird) family, have outpaced even me. One day, the son was in the computer room after coming home from work. He was standing beside the scanner/printer/fax machine, when the phone rang. When it rings, the fax machine wakes up. Is it for me?
He said ‘Hello’ into the phone, and got that second of dead air, then it opened to a boiler-room of 50 Pakis babbling in the background. He immediately jabbed the ‘Send Fax’ button. SCREEEE-AWWW, SCREECH-SCREECH. If the fax noise hadn’t drowned it out, he might have learned what the Urdu word for ‘Fuck’ was.
Even more technological, the grandson’s smart-phone shows who’s calling. When he pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen, it shows ‘Duct-Cleaner,’ so he answers, “Rogers’ Duct-Cleaning Services, how may we help you?” “Uhhh….never mind.”
I recently found a small advertising flyer, hand-delivered to my mailbox. It was from a new real-estate company, offering 1% commission sales. “And you don’t pay until you sell.” All I could think was, “Margaret, I’ve got a great idea. Let’s not sell the house….but we’ll give these nice people several thousand dollars, just because they put a postcard in our mailbox.”
Forest fire update: Parry Sound 33 inches closer to Highway 69
I wasn’t sure just how a forest fire could move an entire small city almost a meter (yard), so I succumbed to the click bait. It seems that, a forest fire, identified as “Parry Sound, number 33,” slowly burns (inches) closer to Highway 69. One little # number sign, or even a comma, would have made that much clearer.
That’s about all the stuff that runs screaming through my head, that the court order allows me to tell you at this time. Arncha glad? 😆