Science, attempting to decaffeinate Morality since Newton first discovered "gravity".
Remember folks, if "Science" killed G_d, and G_d is dead, then so's the Devil!...???
Conservative, n: A statesman who is enamored of existing evils, as distinguished from the Liberal who wishes to replace them with others.- Ambrose Bierce
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Sorry, FJ, that comment was intended for AOW's blog, where its more appropriate. Senility may be setting in earlier than expected. (:-c
Now for the subjecgt at hand:
I take a determinedly SIMPLE view of MORALITY.
Abiding by the traditonal tenets of Christianity means nothing less than being at one with the Holy Spirit.
WITH God all [good] things are possible. WITHOUT Him, –– despite all the fine, high-minded sentiments intoned by godless Collectivists, prissy, legalistic, hair-splitting little ethicists and promulgators of "revolutionary" brands of New Thought [Marxism ranking first on the List ;-] ––, without the bedrock TRUTH personified by the Sustaining Infinite, we are doomed to fail about helplessly in ever increasing tangles of Doubt, Confusion, Despair, Misery amid a Maelstrom of All Consuming Violence –– which seems to be where we are today, thanks to the increasing dominance of cynical, collectivist-utopian policies rooted in Hegelian-Marxian theory, which has done much to glorify ENVY, SPITE, MALICE and the LUST for VENGEANCE thus suberverting and negating CHRISTIAN MORALITY by turning it on its head.
Sing God a simple song:
Lauda, Laudē
Make it up as you go along:
Lauda, Laudē
Sing like you like to sing.
God loves all simple things,
For God is the simplest of all,
For God is the simplest of all.
I will sing the Lord a new song
To praise Him, to bless Him, to bless the Lord.
I will sing His praises while I live
All of my days.
Blesed is the man who loves the Lord,
Blessed is the man who praises Him.
Lauda, Lauda, Laudē
And walks in His ways.
I will lift up my eyes
To the hills from whence comes my help.
I will lift up my voice to the Lord
Singing Lauda, Laudē.
For the Lord is my shade,
Is the shade upon my right hand,
And the sun shall not smite me by day
Nor the moon by night.
Blessed is the man who loves the Lord,
Lauda, Lauda, Laudē,
And walks in His ways.
Lauda, Lauda, Laudē,
Lauda, Lauda di da di day.
All of my days.
~ From Leonard Bernstein's MASS based on Psalm 121.
[NOTE: Mass, a musical theatre work composed by Leonard Bernstein with text by Bernstein and additional text by Stephen Schwartz, was commissioned by Jacqueline Kennedy, it premiered on September 8, 1971, conducted by Maurice Peress.]
Faith, without knowledge is love without reason.
Both science (knowledge) and religion (faith) inform and guide human existence.
Good and evil coexist within each and every human life. How we perceive and understand each determines the choices we make and which will prevail.
I have a little shadow
Who goes in and out with me
But what could be the use of him
Is more than I can see …
Some day I may get nervy
And kick him down the stairs
And then I'll make him serve me
Before he says his prayers.
And then I'll smash his face in
And blacken both his eyes
And crack and splinter each shin
Before the Shithead dies.
~Not a Nursery Rhyme
_____ A WRY MEMORIAL _____
The Swarthy Ones took over;
And made weapons of four planes.
The riders had no cover;
They suffered dreadful pains
That ended once their deathtraps
Burst into roaring fires
Turning instantly to mere scraps ––
Cinders –– made of former flyers.
The burning towers crumpled,
And fell into the street.
New York was more than rumpled;
It briefly knew defeat.
The nation drew together;
We felt collective grief.
Anger broke its tether;
To express it gave relief.
But just a short time hence
We were at each other's throats;
And built ourselves a fence
Over which the Devil gloats.
We've failed to give the orders
To build a proper wall
Sealing off our borders
To the fiends who’d cause our fall.
Instead, we've made division,
Went to war against ourselves,
Became mired in derision
Sparked by partisan elves,
Who forget this blessed land
In pursuit of powers lost
In close elections manned
By fraud. So, tempest-tossed
The country’s now in turmoil.
The Enemy's our own.
He said ‘twas all for Big Oil,
And then usurped the Throne.
The heap of twisted rubble
Raising toxic fumes for weeks
No longer gives us trouble
Because of media leaks
Designed to throw us off the scent
Of whom we need to blame
And encourage ruinous dissent
That hopes to break the frame
That holds us all together
And preserves our liberty,
So many now doubt whether
We really should be free.
And each rabble rousing louse
Should 'neath these words be pinned:
"HE WHO TROUBLETH HIS OWN HOUSE
SHALL INHERIT –– THE WIND."
~ FreeThinke
You really shouldn't flatter yourself Mr. "FreeThinke".
It isn't crap or mindless pap
That's featured here today, I say '
Tis wind from those who've sinned
That's set alight to show the way.
'Tis better that we venture thus
Upon a foolish lark
Than tap away the livelong day
Cursing at the dark.
The Black Knight picked to rule us
Has befouled all Dee Cee
Oozing pus, he cannot fool us,
Yet from him we can't shake free.
And so to keep the chill at bay
Our flatulence we light '
Tis but one way that spirits gay
Endure the Endless night.
~ Swifton Dedleigh
Arguing with the doctrinaire
Contributes to your loss of hair
Contaminates the brain beneath
And possibly may rot your teeth!
~ Anne Animus
The worst folks are Attention Whores
Who do their best to start Blog Wars.
Their bilious nature must be causative
Of gross behavior never positive.
What's worse they 're cursed by demon Fate
Ever to set out more Bait.
~ Auntie MacCassar
Between thinking and talking the distance is vast.
Between talking and doing is vaster.
Leftists love to confuse then conflate
The three, for then they feel free
Most self-righteously
To accuse, then contuse, and berate
The people they hate so much faster!
~ Hottophta Presse
I tend to be skeptical of the scientific pronouncements of people who have convinced themselves that prosperity comes from increased debt, laws can change the weather, and Bruce Jenner is a woman
Stupid
Hopheaded
Iimbecilic
Talk
Has
Ended
Ambition and
Dedication
WIR SIND KAPUT –– GETÖETET –– TOT!
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