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I saw the con man asde (yesterday) on my way into church. He mumbled something about Confirmation and kept going. Maybe he was embarrassed that I had discovered he was not living next door to me afterall. What a complete opposite is Father Stanley our local minister. He is humble to the point of almost being shy. He celebrates Communion in his bare feet with vestments. People mostly come up to receive communion in their bare feet. It is interesting to observe that our feet colours are almost the same but our skin colours have different levels of pigmentation. We laugh and cry in the same language no matter our colour or race.
I wrote letters off to the editors of the Australian and Sydney Morning Herald asde but they elected not to print them. One reflected that just as in animal society the dog had a right to his bone, so too in uncivilised society the editor had a right to free speech even if it offended Muslims by his depiction of Mahamet. The meaning of civilised society is that it minds its manners, it shares the bone and takes care not to offend the other. The Danish editor might eat with a knife and fork but he is otherwise uncivilised for the way he used his right to free speech.
The other one was about the Australian Government which never knows anything. I said I think I imagined a scenario in which a repoter told the PM that his arse was on fire. The PM tersely rebuked the reporter for being vulgar. The reporter replied, well ask your advisor. The PM asks, "Is my arse on fire?" The advisor says, "I can neither conform nor deny lest you become inadvertently aware." The Fire brigade rushes in and extinguishes the blaze. The news bulletins report, "The PM is recovering in hospital following a bizarre incident. The PM's office said that the PM did not know his arse was on fire. A reporter said that he had told the PM but the PM stands by his recollection of events."