Showing posts with label Not very funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not very funny. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Wacky Rejection of Oxford "Application"

I'm sure I should take away a different message from the news that a funny 19-year-old has "turned down" Magdalen College, Oxford.

But all I took from it was that, in 10 years' time, should I be up before the Beak charged with, for example, sticking pots of paint on the heads of annoying people, I won't be hoping that Elly Nowell is my defending counsel. I would fear seeing the judge dusting off the black cap, frankly. If this wacky student ever makes it to the Bar, I foresee a future of her being banged up for contempt of court as, dressed in her elitist barrister's outfit, she makes fun of the judge.

The idea of someone heading for a career in Law complaining about a "fairly ridiculous and prominent elitist institution" defies satire, really.

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Teaching pastors to read the Bible

Worth reflecting on. In a world where we can read 29 translations of the Bible before breakfast and 1,309 different commentaries on the Gospel of Luke.
Pastors who can't even read - what would they read first? (thanks to those cuddly Theophiliacs)

Obviously, my money would be on Moonrise Over Crawley Crossing. But some might need a more basic grounding in the faith before they ever reached that level of irony. Something like being able to read the Bible.

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Beaker Scapegoat

There is nothing brings a community together like a common vision. That is maybe where David Cameron's "Big Society" falls down - apart from being a transparent attempt to get public services for nothing (which, when you think about it, isn't such a bad thing, is it?) it is a vague and unfocussed  buzzword rather than an aspiration we can all grasp and take forward as part of a great national project.
But the Beaker Project is in many ways essentially individualistic. Tailoring worship to one's own needs, trying not to cause any kind of offence, taking resort in tealights and pebbles... it's all a bit "me and my little soul". But thankfully we've realised that there's something that unites all in the Community. And that is a common enemy. Let's face it, the English have always done wonders for the cause of Welsh, Scottish, Irish and French unity. We all like to have someone in common to hate. And that is why we have the Beaker Scapegoat. The person we can blame for everything.

The rules are that when we've forgotten why the current Scapegoat is the Scapegoat, it's time to elect a new one. I can tell you that the current Scapegoat is Pat Robertson, but I had to look up the reason myself. So it's been election day today, and the votes are in.

Someone who made a brave but late stab (in the strictest sense of the word) at a nomination was Canon Phil Ritchie. But he's got away with it, because he's a decent bloke and a good blogger and because we suspect the people of Romford might want to elect him to this role for themselves. Phil also seems to think that the number 66 has something to do with the books in the Bible, which has had me confused. I've just counted the books in mine and I make it 77. But I guess it's possible that only Evangelicals go to Spring Harvest, whatever that is.

So we turn to Nick Clegg. I know, it's tempting to blame him for everything. But as I've noted before, the only people with the right to get angry with him for not "keeping his word" by refusing to support the Government and forcing either a messy minority government or a fresh election in which the LibDems would get trounced, are people who actually voted for him. If you voted Labour, you can't complain he's conned you. So Nick's not going to be our Scapegoat. Although it's close.

So we turn to Terry Jones.

He's a hate-monger, a bigot, someone who is deep in trouble which he could have foreseen, deep out of his depth, absurdly vain, a  hick's hick and addicted to publicity. But as the Heresiarch sets out very clearly, the blood of innocents is not on his hands. Those guilty of murdering the UN staff are the people that killed them. They are moral beings with responsibilities, and you can't blame killing innocent people on somebody 10,000 miles away making you angry. No matter how disrespectful, provocative and cowardly they are.

No, this year's Beaker Scapegoat is David Cameron. Normally he'd have got away with it, as everyone's blaming him for everything when they're  not blaming Nick Clegg. But he's getting it for his remarks on Britain and its empire being responsible for much of the modern-day trouble in the world, and especially for his use of the word "we". Not in my name, Shiny-Face, as Konnolsky might say. "You", or at least your upper-crust ancestors, might have been responsible for imperialistic expansion into the world.  If you want to take the blame for your shiny-faced ancestors with their cut-glass vowels, taking a break from fox-hunting to go and bag a few natives - that's up to you. It's your tea-party. But don't bring everybody else into it. Most of the British are descended from the people who were down coalmines so your ancestors could ride first class, or stuck in woollen mills so your ancestors could keep the cold out while conquering the Himalayas, or making straw hats so when your ancestors had bought their way into Oxford, their hats could float amusingly on the Cherwell when they accidentally fell off their punts after too much Pimms. Pimms that was probably bought on the strength of money you made by getting working-class people shot at in the Hindu Kush. Not to mention that fine group of British people who are actually descended from those that your ancestors colonised in  the first place. Don't go apologising on their behalf -  their ancestors were on the wrong end of the Empire. It was bad enough Tony Blair apologising for "our" part in everything from the extinction of the dodo to the Thomas and the Magic Railway,without you getting your shiny face round the language of the Politically Correct.

So because he's tried to get us  the blame for his  family's wrong-doing, this year's Beaker Scapegoat is David Cameron. I apologise for any historical inaccuracies in the above. Power to the People.

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Shot by an evangelical gun

I'm slightly concerned (as I often am) about the outcry over the gun-sights with religious texts.  Ironically the outcry comes from the people using the guns, who are worried about how the texts will be perceived.  Obviously if you're going to be shot by an American, you'll die happier if you know it's a secular gun that did it.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Scapegoat update

We've come to a conclusion at last.  In the light of his comments on the Haiti earthquake, Pat Robertson is henceforth the Beaker Scapegoat for 2010.  All bad things that happen in this community will be blamed on Pat Robertson.  It's not fair, but then, neither is claiming that an entire suffering nation has made a pact with the devil.
We won't be mentioning this again as when all is said and done, this really isn't funny.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

On the embroidery of pomegranates

Some thoughts on recent events.  Just random, and being an Archdruid means I'm even immune from the need to cite my sources.

What people do with their bodies in their own time is less disturbing, and less offensive to God, than other people hating them for it.  Unless what they do with their bodies is kill people.  Oh yeah - that's some of the second bunch again, then, not the first bunch.

People who are in churches that allow divorced ministers, who then condemn people in churches that allow gay ministers, should either get out of the glass house or stop throwing stones.  And ideally both.  There's too much broken glass around already.

People who are in churches that allow gay ministers as long as they are "discreet", who condemn gay ministers in churches where they are open, don't seem to have a leg to stand on.

People who eat black pudding can't condemn anyone else for going against what the Bible says.  We're condemned on blood-eating (NT) and pig-eating (OT).  Might as well go the whole way and strangle the pig to be on the safe side.

After you with the pomegranates on the edges of the cloak... mine just look silly.