I slept right through
till half past seven this morning. I would have slept longer had Fudge not had
a woofing fit for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
Over brekkie I looked
at Facebook as I do. One post wound me up. Seeing how it is Easter, several
people had posted a picture supposedly of Jesus struggling under the weight of
the cross he was carrying. The picture bore the caption “Worst Kite Ever”. Amusing? Possibly, but in rather bad taste. What
annoyed me though was that the people posting the meme were all self-proclaimed
Catholics. They boil my piss. *Some*
Catholics of my experience have looked into what their church teaches, but most
have absolutely no idea what their supposed faith is all about, and spout
absolutely ridiculous claptrap “because
they are Catholic”. For example did you know that Catholics aren’t allowed
to read the Harry Potter books or watch the Harry Potter films? No? Neither did
I, but several so-called Catholics of my acquaintance have got rather irate on
the matter.
And did you know that
you *don’t* have to follow the
Bible’s teachings and try to be a decent person to be a good Catholic?
Apparently you can do what the f… you like, and have the entire lot forgiven by
rolling up at a confession service every so often. Or so I’ve been told.
This business of “Worst Kite Ever” really sums up the fake
Catholics. It rips the piss out of the most fundamental part of their religion,
and it is not that they don’t care so much as they don’t even realise.
I also saw a few people
had posted about a schoolteacher demanding a child remove a “Help for Heroes” band in case it
offended Muslims. I was asked to re-post if I felt it was an outrage, I’m sorry
but I
think it is an outrage that this sort of hate-promoting stuff gets posted and
that people lap it up. Who was the teacher? Where did it happen?
It
has been my experience that pretty much all of these hate-mongering posts have
absolutely no truth behind them whatsoever. All they do is serve to stir up
hatred. When those who spread this
rubbish have chased all the non-British out of the UK, who will run the
hospitals and social services and generate the money to pay the dole for the
British who demonstrably aren’t doing these jobs?
If my blood pressure
wasn’t high enough, I then found out that a chap working where I used to work
had been whinging to the world about what a rubbish shift system they operate.
Looking back I’m wondering if I would have had grounds for constructive
dismissal. Over the last year I’ve seen public postings on Facebook from people
working there complaining about the out of hours system, the failures of the
automation, and even managers boasting about the petty squabbles they have had
with the medical staff. In every case senior staff have been clicking the “like” button.
And I got a formal
warning for bringing the place into disrepute when I posted a selfie at 6am and
said I was tired.
I always say I like
reading what people post on Facebook...
Two hours later "er indoors TM" got up. Once the
rain had slackened off a bit we took the dogs for a walk round the park where
we met up with "My Boy TM" and Cheryl. We wandered
round the park as the dogs did their own things. Little Rolo found an Alsatian
with which to pick a fight, the dogs all ran themselves ragged. A rather good
walk.
I came home to find I’d
received a few messages about the astro club. I left it a year ago; having
spent ages building up something rather good, I then spent a couple of years
trying to keep the committee’s focus on the club rather than a commercial
observatory which was clearly never going to happen. After being on the
receiving end of several rather nasty bitter personal attacks on the matter, I
eventually gave up the battle.
This morning someone of
whom I would really have expected better was apparently publicly ranting about
the club’s lacking talent and direction, and the committee being in disarray.
Bearing in mind it was this person’s bitter personal attacks that made me feel
I should step down from the committee, I felt it rather sad that he is still
doing his best to destroy the club he worked so hard to help set up.
Still, I’ve been out of
it for a year now. Not my circus; not my monkeys (as they say).
I had an afternoon
asleep, and I’m off to the night shift now. Today has all been rather negative,
hasn’t it?
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