Friday, April 23, 2004
I hope its the Real Thing!
Tony Blair: Man of Faith!
Well, I said I would divert from the Royals (briefly)in order to get them off my back, and lessen the risk of being got by the Queen's hit squad, so, will for a short while, turn my attention to Tony Blair. (note the likes listed on my sidebar are: I like to rant about the Royal family, rant abou the British Govt, and rant about the Brit Police Force.)
So, Tony Blair, who until the Iraqui conflict was to me quite and invisible Christian, I didn't even know he professed belief. Until seeeing his speech on BBC one nite before he committed our soldiers to it. Where God was mentioned and I thought at the time quite movingly mentioned. I'm always prepared to think good of someone about any particular thing, (even folks like Tony Blair who gives me the eeebijeebies) if they say something and sound like they mean it, and have no reason to doubt it.
His wife Cherie' was rasied as a Roman Catholic. I think she still is. And Tony Blair when they married almost converted over to catholicism, but he didn't in the end. Maybe cos of his political aspirations. Cheries father, is a well known actor here, who played a drunken layabout in our hit TV sit-com which ran for over a period on and off "Till Death us do Part." which was about a bigotted in almost every way, man, and his family. Tony Booth,
(Cherie's dad) played his son-in-law. Several years ago, probably twenty, I think he was an alcoholic at the time, he poured inflammable stuff over himself and set fire to himself. It was quite a tradgedy at the time, cos he was quite a young man then. But I have seen him stacks of times since, and if he was badly burned at all, it doesn't show when normally dressed. Anyhow, none of that has anything to do with my rant about Tony and Cherie Blair, just background info. Click the pic above for a short profile of him. But Tony Boothe says he is a catholic. But we all know that anyone who sets foot inside a R.C. church says they are a catholic, whether they have belief in God or not. Tony Blair however, is a Methodist. (I wonder if he'd like my musings about John Wesley, huh?)I chose a cartoon pic of him, as the biggest thing I have against him personally is his supercillious grin! I mean the man lies while doing it! How can you trust a man like that? I dont' really know what to make of Pres Bush as regards his faith. Its something I try to steer away from as in wondering if someone is faking belief. But till that nite of Tony Blairs speech on BBC I never even knew he claimed faith. And at least George Dubya for all his faults, does wear his faith on his sleeve. But then, maybe that's not always a good thing either, if a persons actions go against what they say they believe, then guess its not. As most people would take him at his word and think if he thinks that as a Christian, then it has to be okay with God. Even if God is not real in their lives, most folks have a sense of Him.
But this shows a little how loyal to his beliefs and our God he is. This was just this last Tuesday.
Tony Blair gives homosexual priest top job
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Tony Blair personally sanctioned the controversial appointment of a gay priest to one of the most important Church of England jobs as part of a Downing Street campaign to warn Anglican leaders that a person's sexuality should not bar them from senior positions.
Number 10 officials are understood to have been dismayed by recent Church infighting over homosexual clergy. They believe the Church is in danger of being seen to be out of step with modern society.
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Thursday, April 22, 2004
Another Master Criminal!! 
It was a spontaneous decision to break into a residential home in Oslo, Norway and the burglar hadn't thought of everything - actually, he hadn't thought of anything. He entered the house without incident and quickly unhooked and removed two television sets, a video tape player, and some stereo equipment, before he remembered that he was on foot and had no way of getting the stolen swag back to his apartment. He worked hard to steal all that stuff and didn't want to just leave it so our clever criminal called a cab. He stacked all the merchandise on the curb, sat down next to it, and waited for the cab to arrive. When the cab arrived the driver helped the man load all the equipment into the truck and backseat, the thief jumped in and gave the driver his address. Thinking it a bit odd that a man would be lugging around all that electronic equipment the suspicious cabby called the cops who arrived at the thief�s house and arrested him. Seems our clever thief should have thought about stealing a car first. |
Nodding off:
Okay, well the picture may not quite fit... and not sure he's known outside of Britain, but that's Noddy, an Enid Blyton creatoin, and his best friend is called Big Ears!!
But, dont' you hate if ever if its happened to you, when you are somewhere, anywhere, and awake, and suddenly you are so over-come by exhaustion, you just drift off to sleep? I used to quite like it, sleep being such a rare commodity to me, but now its embarassing!! I mean anyone knows, a wheelchiar, is not the most comfy place to sleep, and know someone whose used a wheelchair about twenty years and never been able to drop to sleep in it.. just the bog standard type of chair same as mine. Not the high back somewhere to rest your head type. And one minute are sat here, doing what I do, (not a fat lot!) then next POOF! Flat out in the land of nod... away with the fairies, and no warning it was going to happen. It happened in church once, several months ago, and I was sooo embarassed and ashamed. And now it happens at some point almost every day. I remember I used to brag, (I'm known for my bragging) that my favourite occupation was sleeping... it was actually said ironically, cos I so hardly slept at all at that time. And now need someone near by to clang symbols on the every half hour to make sure I'm still "with it" It could be a sign of "old age" HA! Not blooming likely! But maybe after nine hours sleep at nite, get up in the morning, make coffeee and before the coffee has even had time to cool to drink are once again... fast a'zzzzzzzz.
I remember used to not that long ago, probably less than a year, bragging, (okay so I brag too much) that sleep was for wimps. And I had no intention of sleeping unless essential to survival, as I could be doing so much more useful things than sleeping. HA! Yes, trying NOT to sleep!
I was mid sentence in reading Calvin's institutes last nite, and admittedly was laid on my bed, and mid sentence is where I zzz'd and my book was still about my person when waking seven hours later! I mean, I used to take drugs that I have been told by medical people, was at doses large enough to knock an elephant out permanently. Let alone someone my size, and never hardly ever slept. Maybe God uses my illness in some ways, cos some of the things are so ironic, and He is appealing to my love of irony. I also don't like things to happen unplanned. I like to prepare for things and know exactly what's going to happen etc at any given situation. My illness is never the same two days running, and have no idea what lies even five mins ahead!!
But as for this sleeping. I go to sleep as dopey and wake up as grumpy and of course in between are sleepy.
Its everything I NEVER EVER wanted. But then, Life never is like a box of
chocolates!
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Monday, April 19, 2004
Hey!! My P.A. Friends!!
Roll up, roll up! Don't forget to buy your lottery ticket! P.A. LOTTERY Why rely on God when the lottery is right there in town!
We had our first lottery ever, here start about twelve years ago. Maybe less. I did buy a ticket for the first year or so, then got utterly cheesed off by it, and the govt taking a swipe of even that money paid for ticket, I packed it in. (The British govt has 12p a ticket) A ticket is a pound. And there was soo much controversy over where the money was spent, the govt money that is, that was allocated to charities. Arts seemed to be pretty high on priority, which is okay, I'm not against art, (I have some masterpiece drawings myself!! And join the dots too!) but when things like the police force, and the National Health service which is so under-funded that people are basically dying cos of it, and education, was put below arts, it got many people's goats.
On our British lottery TV programme on a Saturday nite, they used to have this woman "Mystic Meg" who was supposed to predict who was going to win. You know, someone drinking a cup of tea, with a black cat on their lap. (Sheesh!) She was a crack up. And a crack pot too! This pic below pretty much says it all of the "dear" lady!
but it was a nice little earner for her, and took her from obscurity to being a national celebrity. To she may be back in oblivion now, not sure.
We now have a mid-week lottery too. But the shows nor the game doesn't get air time in my vicinity! Oh! And they also at our newsagents, have these dumb National Lottery Scatchcards. They vary from a quid, (pound) to about five or ten pounds I tihnk. The prize is not so rich as the proper lottery tho. But I could've easily become more hooked on those than the big game. But gave those up too years ago!! And glad I did.
I was reading a few months ago, tho unfortnately the details escape me by enlarge right now. But how someone won the American lottery and gave it all to Ministries. And many of the churches/ministries were in a quandry as to if to accept the money given them. I recall many refused it. I think James Dobson was one who refused. But many people have gotten heavily in debt by playing this game. By spending money on it they couldn't afford. And it also gave way to a new "mental illness" (true) of people who were deluded and convicned they had won.
It really is more trouble than its worth in many, many respects.
Mystic Meg
