Weebl and Bob become goths. Now with soft toys!
Zealous idiot
Pat Robertson tells residents of Dover, PA, that they have forsaken God by forcing a school board out of office because they endorsed so-called "intelligent design".
I’m not a Christian, but I went to a Christian school. There I learnt that the Christian God is a merciful one. So, let’s take these ridiculous assumptions as being true:
- God exists.
- Pat Robertson is right about intelligent design – evolutionary theory is heretical claptrap.
- Some naturally-occurring disaster befalls Dover.
What will happen? The all-forgiving God will forgive the people of Dover on judgement day. The American nation will come to their aid (even if the American government is a bit slow off the mark) in their time of need. Robertson will burn in hell for preaching such un-Christian hateful nonsense.
How does this man get the support (and money) of so many Americans? Are they really that stupid, ignorant and small-minded?
Lined paper generator
Need lined paper but only have a computer and printer to hand? Don’t worry! Use the Lined Paper Generator – how handy! (via linkbunnies).
Legs at Hortifair
Meilland Roses launched their new "Moulin Rouge" variety at last week’s Hortifair in Amsterdam. This scene would have been even funnier if there had been torsoes sticking out of the other side of the wall. Unfortunately, there weren’t.
Dave the Double Glazing
Kennamatic retires or dies a long death. You choose.
About
I’ve updated the graybiography. I need to fix that CSS problem though.
That’s about as close as you’re going to get to content for the timebeing.
Akismet update
I’m pleased with the Akismet anti-spam plugin for WordPress. So far:
- 1512 spam comments blocked
- 1 false negative
- 0 false positives
Recommended.
A memorable figure
I’ve just heard that my secondary school English teacher, George Rafferty, has died at the age of 75.
He was a remarkable figure and an excellent teacher. He engaged with the kids in such a way that being in his lessons was a fun experience. His spittle-strewn, Scottish-accented speech was just the thing for a class studying the Scottish play for O-level (screeching When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning and in rain? He was particularly good at Upon the heath!) and his passion for teaching was evident in every lesson. Plagued by ill-health (his pill-rattling mock death by Sarah’s desk is something that will live in my memory for years) and perhaps mis-treated by the powers-that-be at the school, he always had the interests of his students at the heart of his work – I think that the people that I went through school with are testament to his teaching abilities.
Definitely someone who I’ll remember for the whole of my life.