Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Tracey Ullman's support group for people who are too "woke" to have fun...

If you can't "see" the video below, click the title above and go into the post - it'll be worth it:
Here, on the second anniversary of The Glorious Revolution, is an earlier sketch...

Sunday, 3 September 2017

Snapshots from our mad, mad, mad, mad world this weekend...

Bit of Background: Jess Phillips is the Labour MP for Birmingham Yardley. Nadeem Ahmed is a Momentum Corbynite. First came this:
Which was followed two days later by this:

Saturday, 24 June 2017

I might have to revise my opinion of Gamal Abdel Nasser...


That was 1958.  Here - in an image which I find truly poignant - are three young women snapped in Kabul in the 1970s:

Thursday, 22 June 2017

"Something in Arabic"? Gee, I wonder what it was...

Choose one of the following options...

(1) Excuse me, officer, I just wanted to thank you for your ongoing efforts to keep us all safe...

Thursday, 15 June 2017

I may owe Tommy Robinson an apology

As a right-wing conservative, I resent parties of the so-called Far Right, because, since the 1930s, they've been used by the Left to give people like me a bad name. This, the Guardian columnist or the Labour MP proclaim, pointing to, for instance, the BNP or the National Front or whoever, is what right-wing conservatives really believe (much as people like me are only too ready to accuse soft-left Labourites of being Trotskyist agitators at heart - a harder charge for them to dismiss, given their increasing participation in a Corbyn-led Labour Party). I resent being called far right or fascist, because I don't agree with most of their policies, I am philo-Semitic, and I don't see deliberate street violence as a legitimate form of protest in a democratic country. Far Right parties have far more in common with the totalitarian Left that with right-wing conservatives: if I were an extremist (which I'm not), I'd more likely be a freedom-loving, gun-toting libertarian, happy for people to go to hell in their own handcart as long as I didn't have to pick up the tab for their recklessness, weakness, selfishness and stupidity...

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Two tweets showing why those "embarrassing" conversations "we" need to have about radical islam won't ever happen


Why not spell it out? People in this quite extraordinarily tolerant country are being slaughtered and maimed by members of the 23,000-strong jihadist community  - who, it seems, could hardly do more to signal the danger...

Friday, 24 March 2017

The Spirit of the Blitz is alive, thanks to Phillip Schofield

There were several acts of genuine heroism in and around Westminster on Wednesday, but, obviously...

Monday, 6 March 2017

My wife's been doing magic again - this time it was a Hymnal Cake for a Hymnathon raffle prize

Jeremy Vine wasn't the only one to get a surprise:

Darlings, dogs and unicorns - the delightful strangeness of Psalm 22.

It must have been around half past four on Saturday afternoon as I was nearing the end of my second visit to St. Michael & All Angels' 31-hour Hymnathon, when two verses from a psalm which the choir was chanting sent a chill of strangeness through me: the sensation wasn't in the least unpleasant - it was thrilling. It came as we were working our way through Section VI - the Liturgical Section - of the New English Hymnal, which begins with No. 501 (Rorate Caeli) and finishes with No. 542 - the last entry in the book. I missed the liturgical section during the 2012 Hymnathon, and, to be honest, felt a bit alarmed to discover that I'd arrived shortly before it started this time. I'd stopped on my way to the church to chat to a friend who was out doing his front garden, and consequently missed "Jerusalem" and The National Anthem...

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

The St. Michael & All Angels Hymnathon is back this weekend! And here are my next ten favourite hymns - Hallelujah!

When our local church, St Michael & All Angels, Bedford Park held its last hymnathon in 2012 - which involved singing every hymn in the New English Hymnal - it was just one of many events whose primary object was to raise money to pay for our splendid new £500,000 Swiss-made organ. Here's a short video about it:
The strange thing about the 80-hour event...

Thursday, 23 February 2017

The change.org petition demanding that J.K Rowling invites 18 immigrants to live with her is nearing the 50,000 mark!

Go on, you Deplorables, we can get there! Try to make this infinitely compassionate woman understand that giving money to lots of money to good causes and demanding that the government adopts policies that will impact on the rest of us - but not her - and sending out a stream of snarky and/or virtue-signalling tweets designed to make us feel jolly guilty about being so mean - well, she's missing out, isn't she? She has a big house (two knocked into one, actually) in Edinburgh, a country retreat in Perthshire, a house in Kensington - and God knows what else - so why doesn't she allow herself to experience the off-the-scale levels of self-righteousness that would result from inviting a mere handful of those refugees to share her home, and her life! Because she cares - oh boy, does she care!:

London's mayor is staging an open-air screening of a French-Iranian film to signal his disapproval of Donald Trump!

Sounds innocent enough, at first glance:
I "follow" the Twitter feed of the virtue-signalling little creep who - thanks to...

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Dorothy L. Sayers, Justin Welby, and the Mysterious Disappearance of the Public Intellectual Christian

The Archbishop of Canterbury has been bemoaning the rise of "populist politics", and not-so-subtly linking Donald Trump, Brexit and Fascism (he talked of "a nationalist, populist, or even fascist tradition of politics”). What is the cause of all this sordid right-wing frightfulness?...

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Happy Valentine's Day! Unless you think it's haraam and "a celebration of lust", of course.

It's them being so cheerful, etc. Me, I love it, no matter how tawdry, fake, commercialised, sentimental and pagan it undoubtedly is. It's part of our culture...