tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565225745344964562024-03-13T08:01:45.462-07:00If You're Happy and You Know ItIt is not inevitable, or even desirable, that we form a belief one way or the other.
Having belief grants no-one privileged status.
Those who can't approach discussion with a basic level of intelligence and maturity shouldn't expect to be taken seriously.
If you have difficulty accepting that other people don't share your beliefs, then that's unfortunate for you, because there's a lot of difference out there.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-89076853858315442012012-06-05T00:27:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:27:12.165-07:00Grumpy today. I can't stand inefficiency, and I hate being bored. It has just occurred to me that these things might be incompatible with a job in the public sector. See what happens when I have time to think?!TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-89422007663346570852012-01-08T04:04:00.000-08:002012-01-08T04:06:09.728-08:00TearsHappy tears and sad tears. Lots here.<br /><br />http://www.marcandangel.com/2010/12/27/101-short-stories-that-will-leave-you-smiling-crying-and-thinking/<br /><br />Have the tissues handy.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-42408450339997003532011-05-01T21:07:00.000-07:002011-05-01T21:08:10.831-07:00Those fundies...<a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/89/"><img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/rosama.jpg" border=0></a><br />Cyanide & Happiness @ <a href="http://www.explosm.net">Explosm.net</a><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-7962915789026356292011-04-18T05:53:00.000-07:002011-04-18T05:54:46.148-07:00The Holy Gospel Of The Easter Rabbit<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tyLQIKl97Es" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-27952886704821451212011-04-10T00:33:00.000-07:002011-04-10T00:47:20.963-07:00Discriminatin' against the HeathensI didn't realise just how different the rules were for heathens, among seemingly normal, apparently atheist, fellow human beans. This is the second time I have ben privvy to this particular conversation. Them: "...something about christmas..." Me: "we don't celebrate christmas at our house" Them: *stunned silence Them: *more stunned silence Them: "Oh, is it because of your religion?" Me: 'Well, sort of. I'm atheist. I don't participate in any religious holidays including christmas and Easter. And Ramadan etc etc' Them: "Well that's just wrong. What about your kids?" So let me get this straight- It's perfectly ok to deny my kids an explosion of unearned, unwanted, cheap plastic material crap if it is against my religion to do so, but not if i don't have a religion (invisible sky-fairy) telling me not to??? Reminds me of that saying...something about putting the brain in gear before opening your mouth to speak? And both times these conversations were with fellow heathens. *Disclaimer - I am not a writerTGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-91951317249887254962011-03-04T05:33:00.000-08:002011-03-04T05:34:21.953-08:00A VERY catchy tune!<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3BBZcbeTq0k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-36027116779805096292011-02-22T04:50:00.000-08:002011-02-22T04:59:38.334-08:00Know what you Believe...or you could end up looking as silly as this guy...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://failbook.failblog.org/2011/02/19/funny-facebook-fails-religious-hypocrisy/?utm_source=embed&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=sharewidget"><img class='event-item-lol-image' src='http://cheezfailbooking.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/funny-facebook-fails-religious-hypocrisy1.jpg' alt="funny facebook fails - Religious Hypocrisy" title="funny facebook fails - Religious Hypocrisy" height="229px" width="495px" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failbook.failblog.org?utm_source=embed&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=sharewidget">Failbook</a>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-41081282431013781452011-02-20T05:46:00.000-08:002011-02-20T05:59:26.412-08:00religion is like smokingMy children's (government) school has been sneaking in some religious stuff- rciting the creed (prayer) at assembly and recently employing a chaplain.<br /><br />So even though I am busy with other problems in my life at the moment (legal, housing, unemploymeny, financial, depression) i have found myself looking into this one because I feel I have some sort of control here.<br /><br />So I read blogs and articles and I watch videos and talk to people, friends nd otherwise, and I have come to the conclusion that religion is like smoking.<br /><br />Too many people use the excuse "But what harm does church do? They give people hope and community, and they don't hurt anyone."<br /><br />Well, one cigarette is inlikely to do anyone major harm either. But it has an inbuilt device (nicotine) to make sure you don't stop at one. I liken this to the 'love-bombing' of new members of a church. Sucking you in.<br /><br />And more annoying is that we know smoking kills people, and yet people take up smoking everyday, STILL.<br />We have seen the wars, family breakups and hatred religion causes, but we still allow it. At least we TAX cigarettes.<br /><br />Smokers claim to get a high when they light up, and its been medically proven that smoking is pleasurable, in the short term. And quitting is a nightmare! we KNOW it is harmful not only to the smokers health, but the people around them also.<br /><br />Laws have been written saying you cant smoke inside restaurants, public buildings, public transport, even private cars being used to transport children, but we still allow the cancer calld religion. Because we don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. <br /><br />I don't like people smoking around my children and I don't like people preaching around my children. You wouldn't put up with people smoking around your children, don't allow the preaching either, it's just as toxic.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-87530844742707738502011-02-08T05:46:00.000-08:002011-02-08T06:17:53.218-08:00A Loose End...A New Beginning<a><div align="”center”"><a title="”The" href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://theorganisedhousewife.com.au/”" target="”_blank”"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/”http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n496/theorganisedhousewife" /></a><br /><br /></a></div><div align="”center”">I found <a href="http://theorganisedhousewife.com.au/">theorganisedhousewife</a><br />on facebook. Well worth a look.<br /><br />I am going to take the De-Cluttering Challenge - 52 Things in 52 weeks, except I am going to attempt to de-clutter 52 things in 52Days!<br /><br />My youngest started full-time school this week, and my job came to an end so i am at a loose end!<br /><br />At the blog-writers instruction...I am going to write a list of things/spaces to declutter...wish me luck!</div>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-23956513276737921122010-12-31T23:12:00.000-08:002010-12-31T23:26:51.448-08:00Children say the WISEST things<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>I don't know why I haven't thought to share this before. Oh well, I'm sharing it now.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We live in a very multicultural area, and the kids go to a multicultural school (loads of migrants). This is awesome, I really love it.<br /><br />Anyways, for as long as I can remember, Miss 6 has always referred to "Blonde" skin(caucasion) and "Brown" skin (as opposed to Black). Does anyone else think is is TOTALLY awesome!?!<br /><br />It's more accurate for a start, as none of us actually has black OR white skin, and in true "To Kill A Mockingbird" innocent child style, it sends the message that skin colour is about as important as hair colour.<br /><br />We need to start a revolution on this. Maybe kick racism in the balls once and for all. I need to get some influential people on side. Any suggestions?<br /><br />Miss 6 even asked me one day (back when she was in Kindy, so 4) if she "could have brown skin like he friend B****** for her birthdy, because its beautiful"</span></strong></span>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-76466937023171625782010-12-28T04:10:00.000-08:002010-12-28T04:40:53.526-08:00Dear School Council,<p><object style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 390px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pwwvBygoFA?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pwwvBygoFA?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />About 3 weeks before the end of Term 4, 2010, I went to my daughters school to watch my youngest receive her first Honour Certificate (for her paper bag fish).<br /><br />It was at this assembly I got to hear the school creed. WTF? I have seen it written in the admin area but I have been to many assemblies and never heard it RECITED BY THE INNOCENT CHILDREN before. It was a bit weird, because the Deputy Principal introduced it as "the new school song" and not the creed. Hiding anything???<br /><br />I was more than a little bit peeved, because at this stage it looked like the school had decided to include weekly prayer recital without consulting/informing the parents! I checked with my daughter's class teacher, and she explained that it is the same lyrics as the old 'school song', but they decided to cut the singing and make this kids say it so you could actually understand the words (the song was in a very high key and after the first four words is intelligible).<br /><br />I can't find the words online, but the bit that bothers me is the "promise to love myself, love others and love GOD" bit.<br /><br />I wrote a proper letter including supporting documentation from the relevant education department policies and legislation outlining my concerns and officially withdrawing my children from participation in this religious ritual IMMEDIATELY.<br /><br />I wrote a separate letter to the school council asking them to address my concerns and consider scrapping the recital of the 'creed' at assemblies altogether. And I asked other parents if they disagreed to write also.<br /><br />I may submit this video too.<br /><br />P.S. They have only had one proper assembly since I wrote the letter, and the kids were taken out of the hall for the creed as requested. I am informed by Miss 5, that Miss 6 was initially upet at being segregated, but was comforted by her teacher. We discussed why I wanted them to be outside for the creed and she seems fine with it. it hasn't been tested again since, but we'll see. I'm hoping to convince othr parents who don't gree to withdraw their kids also, so that it becomes too much of a hassle and they just drop the creed. Fingers crossed, eh?</p><p>Thanks to DarkMatter2525 for the video. I recommend his channel on YouTube, as wel as QualiaSoup and TheraminTrees</p>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-28430237882080643102010-12-24T05:13:00.000-08:002010-12-26T09:03:22.192-08:00You Just Can't Trust A Theist On Christmas Eve<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hello</span> <span style="color:#33cc00;">Loyal </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Minions</span></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>!!<br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>I have a Christmas story for you:<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;">First, Backstory: I do Hip Hop dancing with a couple of other Yummy Mummy’s on Friday nights. Its not serious ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ stuff, more having fun and getting exercise and adult social interaction stuff. But it’s at a real dance school and with a real (and very talented) dance teacher and everything. We even performed in the concert!<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq8B1tmZWvbUd2Aycyco9vp4wMqqo5zcYlK0Q1KF3kzQFC4ys7TORBP6L2-7ZzkJPPuSLQutzWSl6mSZL9dryAIykyCUeaw2GMntWLkfsQ8VWP9x5NJH64qsTaQmoIQkrtdk-331aQu4N/s1600/dance.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555023542024573826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq8B1tmZWvbUd2Aycyco9vp4wMqqo5zcYlK0Q1KF3kzQFC4ys7TORBP6L2-7ZzkJPPuSLQutzWSl6mSZL9dryAIykyCUeaw2GMntWLkfsQ8VWP9x5NJH64qsTaQmoIQkrtdk-331aQu4N/s400/dance.jpg" /></a> (picture has been blurred to protect the innocent)<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>And I got a trophy!<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Anyways, my very beautiful, energetic, young, talented dance teacher, Nicole (centre) invited me on FB to a dance concert. This is the event page:<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><br /><br /><p></strong></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-sMru_CpttMbu-9LEMiKxjlsNqpJgZjCZ-salOEedYgrzTr5EUmk07iB6fVPwNNeP_OHBdswGmeGNnWSx23H4HXe3ixDjm4Z9PYuHzeoIePHVzV718H72rCfEBZ58NcbkQWz6DpHgYJw/s1600/church+concert.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554238469930052818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-sMru_CpttMbu-9LEMiKxjlsNqpJgZjCZ-salOEedYgrzTr5EUmk07iB6fVPwNNeP_OHBdswGmeGNnWSx23H4HXe3ixDjm4Z9PYuHzeoIePHVzV718H72rCfEBZ58NcbkQWz6DpHgYJw/s400/church+concert.JPG" /></a><br /><br />And I checked attending. (Nicole was very excited by this) I checked attending because I thought it was a dance concert. This is important later.<br /><p><br />Fast forward the December 24th and I arrive at what my computer tells me is “Southern Cross Dance” 15 mins early and wait out the front with the others. At this point I’m feeling a teensy bit underdressed as everyone else seems to be wearing what I mockingly call inside my head ‘their Sunday best’. Never mind, the kids are dressed up AND they both have their hair brushed.<br /><br />The time comes and the doors open and everyone files in and I think to myself “Huh, they couldn’t have arranged this more like church pews if they tried.” So we find some seats and I pick up a little flyer of the chair and sit down. I get the kids with their freshly brushed hair organised with snacks and rules (and consequences for breaking those rules) and I turn my attention to the little flyer (people are still finding/saving seats and the show hasn’t started). </p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCKTQDk_m0oy1iq3zwNUDaE4m6DgMfCsIIuFeJCibkglCvrjSbCEv638D4mqgRLZRXiwqKh1PRw5oq_wMJcip__ywBFL2-v_Ul4-QiZju7o7dkjq7k0FqIyIG3EKLXv3dI_hWltp5dNsp/s1600/church.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555024849709445378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCKTQDk_m0oy1iq3zwNUDaE4m6DgMfCsIIuFeJCibkglCvrjSbCEv638D4mqgRLZRXiwqKh1PRw5oq_wMJcip__ywBFL2-v_Ul4-QiZju7o7dkjq7k0FqIyIG3EKLXv3dI_hWltp5dNsp/s400/church.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><p>No. No. No. Noooooooooo!!!! I have been tricked into coming to church on Christmas Eve! And I tell a couple of carefully selected friends this by sms immediately. Their responses varied from the very supportive "Bahahahahahaha!" to the very sober "I hope you've been drinking, you're going to need it".<br /></p><br /><p></p><p>I thought about leaving right thre and then but the kids were excited to be out of the house for one, and to watch Nicole dance. I needed a strategy if I was going to get through this. I chose "Welcome to the comedy show some people call Bible Stories".</p><p>Stage One. The All-American (stereotypical televagilist) PastorandHisWife Welcome (and the passing of the GiveUsYourMoney plate.</p><p>Stage Two (sorry this is in point form, I'm not a writer) SEVERELY watered down Bible stories. They tried to do a cool, hip "Tonight Show" modern take on the stories of Jesus life. Complete with interviewing the Holiday Inn manageress and Silus' Fish & Chips (loaves and fishes) story. The BEST part was Jesus' carpenter friend, complete with tortured kiwi accent and a neverending supply of bad puns.</p><p>So during the 'ad' breaks of this show, the 'stage directors' did some audience warm-up acts to involve the crowd. There was the usual "So, anyone from out of town?" stuff and, a game called "Finish that Donkey Line". The game involved playing the first part of a line from Donkey (of Shrek fame) and an audience member to answer/finish the line for a prize. Excuse me while I digress from my Horror story for a minute - but I won! I have seen that movie 1723 times. It was about to pay. Line 1, I knew - I waved my arm frantically in the air, but alas, I was not chosen. Line number 2, I knew, MORE frantic waving this time, even chair loosening, no go. The third line, well, 1723 viewings has to teach you something, I knew that too. The first part of the line was "...red flower, blue thorns, red flower, blue thorns, this would be so much easier...". You better believe I was waving like a madwoman. So much so, that the whole row behind me yelled out "over here!" and I WAS CHOSEN. If you don't know (shame on you), the rest of the line is "..if I wasn't colour blind!" (I even said it with my best Eddie Murphy as Donkey accent). My prize? NOT a jesus DVD. surprisingly. But a melted chocolate bar! Woo-hoo! (Steady on, don't enjoy yourself too much, It's all part of their evil plan, to lure you in with chocolate)</p><p>Back to horror story. At this stage Jesus has been born and learn to make things out of wood, yet to perform any 'Miracles'. Miss 6 turns to me and asksme "Is any of this real?" to which I answer "NO!" just a little too oudly judging by the looks I'm getting from our neighbours. Oops.</p><p>Miss 5 is bored. She REALLY wants to go home (she has her fingers stuck in her ears). Miss 6 REALLY wants to stay and see Nicole dance. We negotiate to 10 more minutes. In that ten looooonnnngggg minutes, Jesus starts performing miracles and Silus shares his Fush un Chups and Burger Rings? with thousands. Next 'ad' break, we make a run for it.</p><p>Busted. We try to duck out of the same gap in the curtains that Nicole happens to be watching from. Try to poitely explin the kids are tired (that old chestnut) and GET OUT!</p><p>But she's a theist and it's xmas eve. So she (God love her) introduces me to everyone who walks past and BEGS me to stay and watch. Kids are happy sharing some darling young christian girl's colouring book by now. So we chat. The following are some snippets.</p><p>Nicole "Carmen, this is the pastors wife!" </p><p>Me"Hi - You're too youg to be anyone's wife!" (she doesn't look a day over 16 folks)</p><p>Pastors Wife "Thanks!"(pastors wife rushes small child to the toilet)</p><p>Me (to Nicole) "God obviously blesses all his people with BEAUTY" (important sidenote here- I have noticed "christians" dont seem to "get" sarcasm)</p><p>Nicole (cuddling my daughter- I forget which one) "God makes all his children beautiful!"</p><p>Me (eye roll)</p><p>**********</p><p>Nicole "So what was it that made you stop believing?"</p><p>(if eye rolling burnt calories i'd be a slim woman!)</p><p>Me: "I never believed, so I never stopped believing"</p><p>Nicole "Which part?"</p><p>Me "All of It."</p><p>Nicole " What like, that he performs miracles or he rose from the dead or..."</p><p>Me "That "He" existed"</p><p>Nicole "Have you ever read the Bible?"</p><p>Me "Yes."</p><p>Nicole "Really? Which version? Did you read the Old Testament or the New Testament"</p><p>Me "Both. But that's neither here nor there. This is the awkward part of the conversation where the look on your face shows me you are thinking 'But how can anyone who has read the Bible NOT believe?' and I tell you I think reading the Bible is the best case for Atheism I've ever read.</p><p>Nicole "Er, ok...but..."</p><p>Me "Please Nicole, can we not have this conversation? I like you."</p><p>***********</p><p>and so on...</p><p>THEN, Nicole hd to go backstage to get ready to perform and I was wandering around and what do I notice??(at this point I am being stared into the ground by a couple of full lngth floral dress wering, small child quietening believers. They must have heard some of our convo)</p><p>Anyway, what do I notice? A wall. A wall with a few pieces of paper pinned to it. Ans in giant words painted above it "You asked....God answered". No way.</p><p>So I mosey on over in typical heathen-like fashion and have a little read. This is where the believers pin their proof, their evidence of God's everyday miracle performances. So I read, pretty standard stuff, I had chronic rthritis for 50+ years and then someone prayed and hllelujah- healed! Some even had the words 'Verified by a specialist' on them. They weren't all mega-miracles, mind. One was a young girl who hurt her shoulder at netball on Saturday and was better (after praying, of course) on Sunday. Can you say, natural healing?</p><p>One I feel deserves particular mention was of a girl who (tragically) broke the screen on her iPhone (why me, God!). She prayed for god to fix it but, alas, the next morning the screen was still broken. 3 days later however, HER PARENTS bought her a newer model, "even better" phone! "Thankyou God" she said! One presumes her parents know she gave god the credit and they perpetuate the myth by letting her believe it. An iPhone? Seriously? God would rather get you a new iPhone than feed a starving child?</p><p>And that's about it. We survived, and we went home. Atheism more intact than ever.<br /></p>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-15676024236624686552010-12-15T05:59:00.001-08:002010-12-15T06:01:21.139-08:00Awesome Logic video<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNpSObTabR8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNpSObTabR8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-54420246004791014212010-11-23T02:45:00.000-08:002010-11-23T03:03:23.529-08:00Flattery will get you...a return link!<br /><br />Urban koda dedicated a <a http://www.urbankoda.com/2010/11/feeling-punchy.html><strong>post</strong> </a> to me!<br /><br />Can you say "chuffed"?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2M4hdHw8nVSVTcYY3j1M9hM-dpTazbdFTPODYPO9-b3Us643l7xZWG9pBL5jyqDK8j5bxtLtW6bVvUGfwFyjlCuvx0V4zBnk-kBkqAihS1LXq7LZjf7aXMnXCG6s1xh1JODdDU7PjFyIA/s1600/proud"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2M4hdHw8nVSVTcYY3j1M9hM-dpTazbdFTPODYPO9-b3Us643l7xZWG9pBL5jyqDK8j5bxtLtW6bVvUGfwFyjlCuvx0V4zBnk-kBkqAihS1LXq7LZjf7aXMnXCG6s1xh1JODdDU7PjFyIA/s400/proud" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542697159815466162" /></a><br /><br />on a completely unrelated note, mainly just cause I felt you should get more than that for clicking, my <a http://www.quizopolis.com/hobbit-name-generator.php><strong>hobbit name</strong></a> is Pearl Underhill!TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-86832422721043812592010-10-25T05:05:00.000-07:002010-10-25T05:17:49.410-07:00You only THINK you know what is right for me.I am currently engaged in a facebook conversation that is irking me. It is a conversation i have had with a lot of people a lot of times before. It is the "Now Carmen, just because you have had a bad experience with a man in the past, doesn't mean you should give up. There are lots of nice men out there..." conversation.<br /><br />I am of above-average intelligence. Not bragging, it's fact. I am aware that there are good men out there. I even personally know some of them. I just don't want one. And that drives my female friends crazy. I have NEVER had a man question my man-hating stance funnily enough. Men let me be. Women try to beat me down and convince me that not only should I be looking for a man, I should WANT a man.<br /><br />What the hell? Wasn't this the point of the feminist movement? To prove that women are equals and that we don't need men? When a man enjoys being single and makes no attempt to seek a partner, short-term or long-term, it's no big deal. So why am I constantly being berated for my position?<br /><br />My friends know my current feelings towards being in a relationship with anyone, and they try to draw the debate argument out of me by constantly bringing it up. These people are supposed to be my friends??? I am already stressed about the topic, being dragged through courts because of this bad experience. Stop kicking me when i am down? <br /><br />The only thing I can think is that it somehow threatens them because i don't want a man!?! I have never said I never want a man again, only that i don't want one now.<br /><br />Now i am going to change tabs and end the conversation and imagine all the judgemental things my 'friends' are thinking about me.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-53234893809918015702010-10-19T03:45:00.000-07:002010-10-19T05:21:47.731-07:00!@#$%^&*!This will teach me to put off posting. Now I have too much to write about.<br /><br />A Queensland police officer brutally attacks 3 young victims and gets 27 months.<br /><br /><a http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hALC-QiZ_gY>CCTV footage here</a><br /><br />What is wrong with this? let me count the ways-<br /><br />1. A police office is someone who by definition is in a position of authority- this makes any crime any police officer commits worse. By tenfold.<br /><br />2. The officer was convicted of three separate attacks. why the hell wasn't it stopped at one? Maybe if someone had bothered to stop him after the 1st incident, it would have stopped there.<br /><br />3. Other police officers were present on all 3 occasions- by not doing anything to stop him, or reporting him after the fact, they were condoning his actions. I am led to believe from the news story I watched that some are under investigation and some have resigned over it, but still, only because he was caught.<br /><br />4. When one female victim tried to complain about her treatment (she was charged with assault for scratching the bully officer) she was told if she was to make a formal complaint it would take years and cost her ten of thousands of dollars. A junior officer ended up dobbing him in.<br /><br />5. In one incident Mr Price shoved a running hose down his victim's throat, almost drowning him. Where is the attempted murder charge??<br /><br />6. 27 months is a joke. He can apply for parole after just 9 months. He almost killed one man and abused his position of authority to seriously assault two others.<br /><br />7. Any time he does spend will be in protective custody. So on one hand his crimes re serious enough to warrant protective custody, on the other hand, a slap on the wrist will do.<br /><br />One commenter/sympathiser said this <i>"his life is knackered now anyway,no job or career no prospects of employment when finally out (as his name has been freely bandied about before any conviction etc..wouldve been tainted badly even if he hadnt been convicted of anything), no pension, his circle of friends will be decimated and he will have lost everything.."</i><br /><br />The fact of the matter is he was found guilty, because he is (video doesn't lie) and he deserves all that AND 27 YEARS.<br /><br />Cops do a really tough job, but it shakes me up to learn that there are (people) like him out there.<br /><br /><br />In other news, the Western Australian government today formally apologised for the policy which saw unwed mothers have their babies forcibly taken from them and put up for adoption.Yay! It's ok for governments to make mistakes, even really big ones, when they honestly believe they were doing the right thing. It is tragic what these mothers and children were put through, but it really comforts me when they have the gonads to apologise. Even if it is a few decades too late (better late than never!)TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-18042384881339224652010-10-10T04:22:00.000-07:002010-10-12T06:09:15.753-07:00Church for Atheists/ NonChurch/ UnChurch??I have an idea. Hold onto your seats.<br /><br />I've never been a member of a church, but I have been privy to some of the perks. The community. I've been to craft groups and playgroups run by churches and the feeling of community and friendship is awesome. Could be just love-bombing to trap me into their cult but it could be real community.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEAzKN64XXJrVOqozmrVApMBez7e5IObDDj4c4eIlQ0igIXk4d4aOg67GLN-pj23CBOm9DGJA6n9r7_814H9AT6xyzrV_BwnyEH1nDWQ_bOh3Uq7DPTi4TTkJdrl1JuhquoNbS8Kk7Pnk/s1600/picnic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEAzKN64XXJrVOqozmrVApMBez7e5IObDDj4c4eIlQ0igIXk4d4aOg67GLN-pj23CBOm9DGJA6n9r7_814H9AT6xyzrV_BwnyEH1nDWQ_bOh3Uq7DPTi4TTkJdrl1JuhquoNbS8Kk7Pnk/s200/picnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527142877196761746" /></a><br />I've been a member of a single parent support/social group. That was pretty good, except the membership dwindled so much I was the only parent of young children left so I didn't have much in common with the ones left- all their kids had grown up and left home. That was good while it lasted.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOawP0wquWCpNw2Hh0AVvYDpMWB8r12fntED62W_a7pRBLXh3ZV0XFJd8331F8_iE8z8mVRIYlFESaCgNHZXwypMk60WVr6pUBNHids2idk0Ak5IOwMoQxPEKqX0dI01NInj4aWA8GFc1H/s1600/bbq.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOawP0wquWCpNw2Hh0AVvYDpMWB8r12fntED62W_a7pRBLXh3ZV0XFJd8331F8_iE8z8mVRIYlFESaCgNHZXwypMk60WVr6pUBNHids2idk0Ak5IOwMoQxPEKqX0dI01NInj4aWA8GFc1H/s200/bbq.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527143105993681234" /></a><br /><br />And I did look into becoming a scout leader. I was a brownie/girl guide on/off during my younger years and I thought it would be beneficial to my social life, my career and my daughters. Then I found out about the promise to serve God (and all of a sudden repressed memories of me mumbling that bit during my own guide meetings came flooding back).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-8wsEZlRbDWPAft4vJjjonUG6cH2sv3OHHnVaJFr2Uu2GFba1G_a3NnZ4fIIDF-0X33PX8Uyi06tB7uwUNkDVED6kAvB0ErvRiF-UxTFFMQXLIMf82EnxHQ5LSCfeyY8MK_l6evuWxyV/s1600/bowling.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-8wsEZlRbDWPAft4vJjjonUG6cH2sv3OHHnVaJFr2Uu2GFba1G_a3NnZ4fIIDF-0X33PX8Uyi06tB7uwUNkDVED6kAvB0ErvRiF-UxTFFMQXLIMf82EnxHQ5LSCfeyY8MK_l6evuWxyV/s200/bowling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527143481091986978" /></a><br /><br />So what if we combined all these things and did them together WITHOUT RELIGION. Members wouldn't have to be atheist/agnostic but there wouldn't be promises to God or pressure to attend church. We could have 'Youth groups' like churches do and scout type activities, just without the shared (mandatory) prayer. We could go on camps together and fun stuff like bowling etc and get group discounts and share the fun together.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIAkTv-YlKQI51WhgwWxBgjKfhvz02cJB1xeOdQQaCVX8QYjcvRDifkw9tBKHhKurOQcryQaLsrtthHEEIIOrUge3OUpQENli-2QWKKVLtbOxhvWO1XcuPPcC006TkuHG5sPx8V4K-8vB/s1600/camping.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIAkTv-YlKQI51WhgwWxBgjKfhvz02cJB1xeOdQQaCVX8QYjcvRDifkw9tBKHhKurOQcryQaLsrtthHEEIIOrUge3OUpQENli-2QWKKVLtbOxhvWO1XcuPPcC006TkuHG5sPx8V4K-8vB/s200/camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527144346323649954" /></a><br /><br />You don't have to go every week, you just get a list of activities and join in on the ones that interest you. Everyone 'hosts' an event (organises it) or two a year and we all widen or network of friends and give our children back COMMUNITY.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RWvcLR4nE-ScLX0ZaUV6OEmo-vCufzTqvhyphenhyphenABcbnRiYiOOCrZbdWrwxRd2Wi5sB1DVsfNai2BsD13o8lCt1kxzHS6zypezfnePFhmrMRAGDG_3SeMfDJeXdoWFezWbKVOI9Ex_4wJ3d1/s1600/community.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RWvcLR4nE-ScLX0ZaUV6OEmo-vCufzTqvhyphenhyphenABcbnRiYiOOCrZbdWrwxRd2Wi5sB1DVsfNai2BsD13o8lCt1kxzHS6zypezfnePFhmrMRAGDG_3SeMfDJeXdoWFezWbKVOI9Ex_4wJ3d1/s200/community.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527145308338661682" /></a><br /><br />Whaddya Reckon?TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-36758901101191301972010-10-09T01:08:00.000-07:002010-10-09T01:23:17.054-07:00One is the Lonliest number.I am really depressed. I can't remember feeling this depressed for a very long time. With my history, that's a pretty big call.<br /><br />I have been medicated for depression for 6 years. It took a while to get the drug and the dose right and I went to a very helpful course with other new mum's suffering depression and learnt a lot of skills to manage my depression when the medication isn't enough. Trouble is, when your feeling this depressed, you really don't want to do anything to help yourself get out of it (this is called the downward spiral).<br /><br />Serious things have not gone my way recently, things that make me very anxious. Anxiety is just another form of depression we learnt. I know its bad when I can't sleep- I'm one of those 'Damn right I'm good in bed, I can sleep for days!' people (that was going to be the title of this post, but too upbeat for how I'm feeling). The last time I couldn't sleep was when our young family was seriously looking at being homeless- that's how serious it has to be before I lose sleep. I haven't slept properly at night for over a week.<br /><br />Mostly the problem is I don't have a large "Support Network". I don't have a lot of friends, I had a vey small family to start with, before a lot of them turned their backs on me, and the things that usually keep me sane, work, dancing etc aren't on in the school holidays.<br /><br />If you know someone with depression, or maybe someone with little or no family, call them, please.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-3334744805752480212010-10-04T18:13:00.000-07:002010-10-04T18:39:20.297-07:00Password Trouble :(My computer has a virus again, not ironically from a virus protection site. Plant a virus or 17 and then sell the user your product to get rid of them. I am tearing my hair out trying to get them off but I fear I will probably just end up giving my computer to my friend's teenage son to fix. Again.<br /><br />The problem is, during the virus removal, what-the-hell-do-I-do-when-Ctrl-Alt-Del-doesn't-work! battery removal state of desperation my computer 'forgot' all my remembered passwords and I can't remember them either!<br /><br />Facebook it IS NOT helpful when you tell me I used an old password and do I remember making the change. It is also unhelpful to send a password reset confirmation code to my email, because, guess what? I can't remember that password either!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VrTX59aK5ADtb-8xA0whA7nei6yN7oG2xcwfzdo9-00afxiIz3gs659hgNAQWFtMrWTTETVDsv5QZFWqxRRxj-QziYPJzvef_HW2Bq6ZCdlBJ3N-eT4XIsRt_DPeO8_ckcyL26xC17DW/s1600/spambot.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VrTX59aK5ADtb-8xA0whA7nei6yN7oG2xcwfzdo9-00afxiIz3gs659hgNAQWFtMrWTTETVDsv5QZFWqxRRxj-QziYPJzvef_HW2Bq6ZCdlBJ3N-eT4XIsRt_DPeO8_ckcyL26xC17DW/s400/spambot.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524370094011837538" /></a><br /><br />These constant warnings are only causing me mass anxiety and are not helpful at all and I just want to send a message to the virus that says- I don't have any money! Stop wasting your time and leave me alone! <br /><br />Incidentally, this is the only place I can get onto, so any helpful suggestions would be appreciated :)TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-74681933297458080412010-10-01T21:04:00.001-07:002010-10-03T05:02:36.032-07:00Slow and SteadyI am going to try a new stunt. I am going to try and trick myself into doing all the things I know are good for me. I am going to take a gradual,measured approach in the hope that this will make my new life improvements stick. i read somewhere that you have to do something every day for a month for it to become habit. So I am going to try something new for October. I am going to remember to take my anti-depressant meds as soon as I wake up every day. Because I forget a lot. And that is not good for me or my kids or anyone around me. I am going to make a big, bright sign for next to my bed and leave my pills and a water botlle there. And hopefully after a month it will just be habit and I won't even have to try anymore. Future challenges will include:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCIWBAXq1gFpVM2-s37OpHQ5kuw0uJBGeZTY8U3SoEKvT8gTcDbmm9lo8NyxR28ga03u9RiRjtGqLsbVD2Otfuujm8ZJtUaf7pqD700vBP-fS2HOAlCSSHBMs3xY3zyGGezc4LnMtxUDn/s1600/tortoise.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCIWBAXq1gFpVM2-s37OpHQ5kuw0uJBGeZTY8U3SoEKvT8gTcDbmm9lo8NyxR28ga03u9RiRjtGqLsbVD2Otfuujm8ZJtUaf7pqD700vBP-fS2HOAlCSSHBMs3xY3zyGGezc4LnMtxUDn/s320/tortoise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523788861607364098" /></a><br /><br />I will "Findy Thirty" minutes of physical activity every day- playing with the kids, walking, dancing etc.<br />I will drink 8 glasses of water every day- I read somewhere that being even 5% dehydrated causes your cognition to fall by over 20%!<br />I will do 4 pleasures every day.<br /><br />any other suggestions would be appreciated. If this works I'll be perfect by this time next year!TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-26052523925779248362010-09-19T05:55:00.001-07:002010-09-19T05:57:21.000-07:00There are no words<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLzUE8nPXJs-KMd-768TdR6gZEdk0q1ptMKSjfp60z9hteHXH53BUwGx2eYaXkmcnAHJxtvgqD3paog6OMqZ0e270p1J1DADSRjJB4isWDFGxWwG2HajxKT2ssFRv00n2iMIvktV2ZlMM/s1600/atheist+lte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLzUE8nPXJs-KMd-768TdR6gZEdk0q1ptMKSjfp60z9hteHXH53BUwGx2eYaXkmcnAHJxtvgqD3paog6OMqZ0e270p1J1DADSRjJB4isWDFGxWwG2HajxKT2ssFRv00n2iMIvktV2ZlMM/s400/atheist+lte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518607735298702146" /></a>TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-39804828151550818412010-09-16T18:32:00.000-07:002010-09-16T18:35:16.113-07:00Landsdale Farm SchoolThis is more of a reminder to myself than anything, and an invite!<br /><br />Landsdale Farm School is having an open day on October 10th (last day of the school hols think) from 9am - 3pm. Gold Coin Donation entry. Sausage sizzle, craft demos, stalls etc.<br /><br />Looks like fun! (Who says there's nothing to do in Perth?)TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-89387800127752906742010-08-28T22:59:00.000-07:002010-08-28T23:18:18.649-07:00Quality family time :)We've just had a lovely (half) day at the miniature tain rides in vasto place, Balcatta.http://www.ndmes.net/about.html<br /><br />Run by the Northern Suburbs Model Engineering Society on the last Sunday of each month, there is only one rule- everyone must wear fully closed in shoes- even if you don't intend on taking a ride.<br /><br />It costs $6 entry for everyone over the age of two, and includes unlimited rides for the kids AND adults. You can get a family of 2 adults and up to 4 children in for $24. There are a couple gas bbq's (free to use) in a fenced off kiddie safe area, a big gazebo that can be reserved for parties and plenty of picnic tables on the lawn area. There is a small kiosk selling cans of soft drink, teas and coffees and icypoles for the kids and a clean toilet block.<br /><br />The model engines are true replicas running on coal powered steam, and take kids, parents, grandparents and others for unlimited rides between the opening hours of 10am til 2pm. Pack the esky with a picnic lunch and a blanket and spend a relaxed, low-cost day with the kids. I took a newspaper and the kids just went round and round and round making the most of the unlimited rides.<br /><br />This is not a fancy, plastic theme park with perfect gardens and inflated prices and lots of rules. That's what I like about it. Just some model engine enthusiasts opening their gates to the public once a month to share their passion :)<br /><br />See you there next month!TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-86005068411324319162010-08-12T07:30:00.001-07:002010-08-19T06:57:28.123-07:00A theist and an atheist walk into a milk bar......and then the theist says to the atheist "But, what if you're wrong? What if there is a god and Heaven and hell and you've doomed yourself to live in eternal hell because of your refusal to acknowledge and worship our Lord, the saviour?"<br /><br />and the atheist turned to the theist and said "but friend, what if you are the one who is wrong?" <br /><br />If atheists are only clinging to morals by such a thin, tenuous thread then perhaps theists shouldn't be trying so hard to annoy them with stupid questions? If an atheist were to snap, and lose grip on their morals, finally giving in to the urge to murder, I know I wouldn't want to be the one who provoked them.TGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256522574534496456.post-54526700423229331192010-08-12T07:30:00.000-07:002010-08-12T07:46:31.386-07:00The Festival Of LifeIn Australia, we have a musician/comedian named Kevin Boody Wilson. And he wrote the following song:<br /><br />The Festival of Life by Kevin Bloody Wilson<br /><br />Ah, the Festival of Life is 'in' to save my fuckin' soul<br />They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no more<br />But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you the score<br />Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul<br />It's Saturday afternoon at last, it's what you've waited for all week<br />Relax and put the feet up, turn the footy on TV<br />You're expecting Vern and Bluey round, they'll probably stay all night<br />A coupla mates and a coupla beers - aw, Christ, this is the life<br />Well, here they are already, you just heard the car door slam<br />You wedge yourself out of your chair, get up to let 'em in<br />But it's some wanker that you've never met, with a briefcase in his hand<br />Some prick just out of Bible school, who thinks he's God's right hand<br /><br />Halleluiah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Ah, the Festival of life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul<br />They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no more<br />But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you the score<br />Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul<br />'I'm Elder Robbins 'n' he's Elder Pike 'n' we'd like to talk to y'all<br />'Bout eternal salvation, won't take but a minute or more<br />We got a book we think y'aII should read, 'bout how y'all should live<br />My, what a charmin' home y'all have - y'all mind it we come in?'<br />'Well, I'd love t'invite yer in yer know, but the joint's a fuckin' mess<br />And there's an orgy ragin' in the lounge, and every cunt's undressed!<br />And I'd love yer to meet the missus, Shirl, but she's a bit crook in bed<br />She says she's got a real sore throat through givin' too much head!'<br /><br />Gobblegobble, gobblegobble, gobblegobble<br /><br /><br />Repeat Chorus<br /><br />All snuggled up on Sunday mornin' and you wake up with a horn<br />You grab the missus on the arse, oh, Christ she feels so warm<br />The scene is set, the mood's just right, you're about to slip it in<br />Then - (knock knock, knock) - there's that fuckin' door again!<br /><br />'Good morning, sir, did I get you up?<br />Sorry, I'm David and this is Pam<br />We're missionaries who've come to talk of Man's eternal plan<br />And to discuss the holy future and reflect the holy past.'<br />So you flash your dick and scream 'I'll holy shove this up your arse!'<br /><br />Up your arsehole, up your arsehole, up your arsehole<br /><br />Repeat Chorus<br /><br />Well it's not like it's just once or twice, it's every damn weekend<br />Now how d'ya think they'd like it if we done the same to them?<br />You know, turn up on their doorstep at a time they least expect<br />Try and ram our way of life down their fuckin' necks!<br />Just imagine for a minute the reception that you'd get<br />With a couple of stick books in your hand and a carton on the steps<br />And your missus chewin' chewin' gum in a really low-cut dress<br />And you in thongs and overalls-you know, your fuckin' Sunday best!<br /><br />What a yobbo, what a yobbo, what a yobbo<br /><br />Repeat Chorus<br /><br />Gidday, we're pissed-up testecostacals, I'm Kevin and this is Shirl<br />We've come to introduce you cunts to a whole new fuckin' world<br />We've come to preach the good news, we think it's what you need to hear<br />We'll show you more fun in five minutes than you've had all fuckin' year!<br />Now You, sweetheart, you come with me and I'll teach you how to sin<br />And Sister Shirl, old sort, 'll suck your sav until your 'ead caves in~<br />Aw shit, your missus just fainted, so we won't bother comin' in<br />We'll just piss off back to our place-just drop ten bucks in the tin<br /><br />'Nother carton, 'nother carton, 'nother carton<br /><br />Repeat Chorus TwiceTGIAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083632401827916439noreply@blogger.com6