h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So far, my web research has located glow-in-the-dark crucifixes, specially for the child's bedroom, crucifix 'pins' for baby, and, (my favourite), the 'talking Jesus doll':

http://www.freethinker.co.uk/?p=215

Sadly, my search for a screaming Jesus crucifix has been unsuccessful.
I think it is a hell of a good idea, and am miffed that I wasn't the first to think of it

It would be good to make some screaming catholic style ones with the full body attached, and go to a service and switch it on full volume in the middle of prayers.,

Stoppit! You'll have me planning how I could secrete a remote speaker into a local church....

I've been asked to return to the 'religion threads'.



So, I think I'll respond to a particular portion of the (old) thread drift by saying, in a qualified way, that I agree with Vicky




bad language is nasty.




Now the qualified bit.




Although Welsh is brilliant himself, the that Welsh depicts using foul language are not of particularly high intellect.

When Shakespeare bites his thumb at us, he is something other than Mercutio.

When some unfortunate on the street is sadly unable to conjure up a word of more than four letters, she/he is no more Shakespeare or Welsh (well, she/he may be, in fact Welsh), but that is beside my point) than is a block of Camembert.




There.

Having been so polemical as to both agree with Vicky and simultaneously to identify slags on the street with a block of Camembert, I will now take my leave.

Veni, vidi, ...cheesy

> I agree with Vicky<

Good luck with that anhaga. I tried that, it brings nothing but misery and hellish despair.

He came, he saw, he... talked about cheese

Well.


Seriously.


I'm going to bed.

Well, cheeses crust, it's nearly midnight!

Now that anhaga's said that, we'll get nothing but Vicky's tedious brand of self righteous unintelligent twaddle, saying that her old mother was right after all.

Why don't you just p*ss off again, anhaga.

Just so long as you don't start agreeing with her views on homosexuals, (not to mention fat people, Americans, smelly people at bustops, Germans, people who like a glass of wine or two which apparently induces psychosis, and New Zealand doctors who are terminally incapable of making a correct diagnosis of any illness occurring to anyone in Vicky's family.)

I've not read recent backlog before posting this but, well, blimey, bloody hell, grr, argh, hmph, gnnnngh etc.

Oi, Catholics, keep your hands off our bleedin' science. When *you* figure out cures for cancer, heart disease, Parkinson's and muscular dystrophy then you can stop the real world trying instead. Until then please STFU.

/me ooh, I came over all Brigstocke there.

Cheeses is lard.

Gif

Thought of two more good examples of witty swearing.

1) The whole of Reservoir Dogs.

2) The opening 5 mins of 4 Weddings and a Funeral.

Gif

And on crucifixion and suffering, surprised no-one's mentioned Passion of the Christ yet.

My understanding of Christian theology is that the more Jesus suffered, the more we are forgiven for our sins, in some way I never quite grasped. So the suffering itself is important

Gif

Oh right. That accounts for the father godhead selecting crucifixion as his preferred method of torture and torment then. Shame no Christian knew that. They obviously don't have the first clue why they wear their crosses, except because their sister gave it to them....

I thought crucifixion was the *Romans* preferred method of torture and torment.

Noggin

It's also worth pointing out that Mr Nazereth's suffering was no more unusual than that of anyone else who was nailed to a cross. Why is his a special case? (Other than his being wrongly convicted on trumped up, politically motivated charges, obviously).

Getting back to...

>>Although Welsh is brilliant himself, the that Welsh depicts using foul language are not of particularly high intellect.

That's certainly true of Begby, whose line it was. I'm not sure that the same can be said of Renton or Sick Boy. The novel doesn't say anything specific about their intellect - but presumably they're just you or I born on the wrong Edinburgh housing scheme?

I'd say it's apparent that Rent-boy is quite a clever bloke. Sick Boy ain't stupid either.