My housemate Dan told me about a wonderful new phrase “Blogroll” which at first made me think bogroll, but surely its not a crazy new invention for wiping your arse with the internet or somebody elses written words. Although that said the image that, that conjours up is rather amusing in itself.

Here are several images on the subject “blogroll” from google images.

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Blood dripping

Men chasing.

Clothing ripped

Street lights beaming

Shadows stretching

Black jacket man on the run.

Scuffling shoes,

Snap decision.

Badly timed.

Head lights dazzle.

Tires screaching

Sheilding eyes.

Sudden hault

Impatient horns

Angry shouts

Breathing hard

Men chasing.

Turning.

Facing.

“There he is”

“He’s in the road”

Stairs ahead.

Bridge above.

Black jacket surges on.

Black jacket man.

Heart racing.

Scuffling shoes on metal steps.

Looking.

Leeping.

Fingers grasping.

Pulling up onto the ledge.

Wind howling.

Chasers scowling.

Out of reach black Jacket stands.

Climbing slowly.

Chasers follow.

Cold and hollow, black jacket waits.

Standing.

Waiting.

Hesitating.

All three upon the roof top stand.

Arms raising.

Speaking softly.

Arms out stretched.

“Forgive me please”

Leaning backwards.

Men run forward.

Black jacket falls.

The men look over

Black jacket falls

Eyes of horror

Black jacket.

Black jacket

Red stains.

Cracked tarmac

Crimson blood

Cracked skull

Life ending

People screaming

Tears streaming

Cars gather

Traffic haults.

Black jacket lifeless

Black jack young

Black jacket

Black jacket

Black jacket gone

They would in a very short period of time become massively dehydrated and would suffer from starvation, a self inflicted genocide.

This isn’t intended as a serious blog entry.

We had prayers and would sing hymns in assembly at school. The prayers ending with the traditional classicly conditioned, postively reinforced “amen” that we would drone back to Mrs Anderson or Father Peter.

We would sit crosslegged like this every morning for years.

I wasn’t informed about other faiths nor was I encouraged to explore avenues beyond the simple Christian framework that was being imposed.

We would have school events conducted in church.

Even a harvest event (pass over) every year, where we would sing

“Lord of the harvest Lord of the field, give thanks now to god in nature revealed”

Years later it’s only now I realise that essentially Christianity was not so much taught but inflicted and imposed.

In religious study lessons we would briefly talk about the names of the major faiths given an extremly simplified history and a brief mention of each religion’s figure head.

We only ever visited churches. Perhaps monks or Muslims didn’t want a group of kids running amuck with their imagination it could be that we only had churches in my home town, but quite frankly it’s apauling.

Not as much as aranging a local Muslim, Sik or Buddhist etc to come and talk to us.

Force fed Christianity that would suit our needs.

As Richard Dawkins so wonderfully put it:

“There is no such thing as a Christian child, only a child of Christian parents.”

This is an asumption that god exists.

I don’t have to worry about meeting my maker. I met both of my makers 22 years ago when I was born and I’ve known them ever since.

If the man or woman that owns the Robinsons juice brand were to invite people to a party would they be cordially invited?

If seeing is believing, does that make a blind atheist a hypocrite.