exbrit

Aha. A thinking person. Right on Mate

Move here to Indonesia Mate. Apart from not liking Lady Gaga it's great. There are no bloody speed cameras, radar traps, parking Nazis, VAT, dog/TV/fishing/business licences, building permits,etc. They have lovely young ladies who you can chat to freely without being accused of sexual harassment. Kids can play outdoors without any fear of being kidnapped. You can actually hug them without being attacked by their parents or being accused of inappropriate touching. Trip in the supermarket and you should have been looking where you are going, no use blaming the management.

Here in Indonesia, as you may have read, a planned concert by Lady Gaga was cancelled due to the threats from a small gang of religious Muslim radicals who claimed that she was Satanic etc. Yes, it's fine for someone to believe fantasy but when they use that distorted belief to impose their ideas on others, then everyone should object.

Have you ever considered that, if there was no such thing as religion and some guy stands up and claims that there is this invisible daddy in the sky who has an invisible son who was born to a virgin and who walks on water and raises people from the dead and also feed a hundred people with a single fish etc, he would be carted off to the nearest lunatic asylum.

Well now, I need to ask you something. I went to http://poems.livejournal.com/ and can see no way to leave a comment or entry. Does one have to join the community before doing anything? That could get to be a pain.

Thanks for taking the trouble to respond. I will 'ave a go

Rubbish. What you are describing is some sort of power. God is presented by all religions as a man like entity that sits above the cloud and watches everyone. This sky daddy is apparently kind and benevolent and answers prayers. He also rewards the good an punishes the bad. According to Christians he had a son who was born from a virgin and who walked on water, fed 100 people with one fish and brought people back from the dead etc. This is the sort of fairy tale that atheists do not believe. Believers also only consider THIS planet as having anything to do with their supposed god.

Writing stuff is not difficult for me as I used to be a technical writer and there is a lot to say about the part of the world where I live. I know that lots of blokes would like to do what I did if only I could get to them and get them to read my stuff. That's what I don't know how to do. I read about pings and stuff and have no idea whet they are. How do YOU get people to read and follow your rants?

Thanks Mate. I had a web page for a few years sand quit a few months ago. Too many bull****ters :-)

I am now 78 and never did and I am not about to change as, unlike many people, I do not fear death, not that I want to depart because I am having a wonderful life. I do think that it is this fear of death that makes people believe. Here in Indonesia where I am presently living, most people believe. There again they believe in idiot paranormals, sandals that will make you grow 20cm, doves in cages that keep evil spirits away, slimming tea that will prevent you from gaining a single gram, regardless of what you consume, creams that will turn your skin from brown to pearly white etc etc. UGH!

I am not too fond of it as the bloody dog must weigh 40+kilos but he wife insists that he is her "baby" and I don't want to get cut off.

Wotcha. I started a blog (http://exbrit69.livejournal.com/) and have no idea what to do with it or how to get people to visit it. Anyone have a little time and patience to advise me?

I remember the swivelling phone books and someone always had ripped out the page that I wanted. As I am now 78 and losing my hearing somewhat, I wish I had one of the old brick phones. The modern cellphones are made for midgets anyway. Useless with my fingers to send a text

I think my mother paid 20 grand for our famly house in Ecclesall about 60 odd years ago. Last time we had it valued it was about 400 grand. If only we had known :-)

My first bike was a Honda 160 and they didn' t make them very well in those days. One day I was riding around and there was a big bang followed by the spark plug whistling past my head. Just blew it out of the cylinder. Also whenever it rained heavily, the engine would die.