I have a huge problem with religion.  There’s nothing more worrying than people and entire populations being controlled in their thoughts and actions by what men tell them some fictional deity dictates… in books and scriptures that were written by primitive men hundreds or thousands of years ago.  It defies all logic.  Rather than thinking for themselves and taking responsibility for their lives and behaviour, people are more than happy to hand over control to something that doesn’t exist.  

This delusional behaviour, if enacted by an individual, would see that person being locked up for their own safety and for that others around them.  But when entire populations do it and when it’s based on ancient works of fiction, it’s seen as something to be protected and even encouraged.  The biblical religions claim that their gods are real, the only true gods, yet they claim that the gods worshipped by the ancient people of South America and the Romans and the Greeks are all bogus.  Why? How come their god is real and the ancient ones aren’t?

The Why won’t God heal amputees website offers a good read on this matter.

It’s all bollocks.  It is mass mental illness that is responsible for war, murder and misery all over the globe.   

It’s all very, very dangerous bollocks, as is being witnessed around the globe as extremists of Islam (lazy Wikipedia ref) commit atrocities in Nigeria (boko haram), Syria (IS), Iraq (IS), Gaza (Hamas), Pakistan (Taleban/al Qaeda), Afghanistan (Taleban/al Qaeda), etc, etc, etc.  The aim of this form of Islam is to establish a caliphate where, well, if you’re not a muslim – the right kind of muslim – you will die.  If you’re a woman, you might as well die because you are destined for a life of uneducated, mutilated servitude.  What is even more worrying is that there are muslims who were born in this country to good families and educated here who also hold these beliefs and would happily see an Islamic state established here in the UK.

It’s not very religion of peace-like, is it?  Fucking brilliant.

Anyway, it’s not all bad news.  I understand that our very own Women’s Institute has a military wing that is now recruiting to go and fight the murderous savages and blow them from the face of the earth before they even dare try to knock on the door of our beloved, free, secular, enlightened Europe.

The first meeting took place last night, and don’t they look a formidable bunch?

So watch it, you fucking, shit-for-brains, fuckers, we’re coming for you.  And we all know how all boys are terrified the fuck of mums.

Tossers.

My head will be on a spike by the weekend.

Autocorrect

In addition to my problems with religion, I’m having even more problems with iOS autocorrect at the moment, it’s fucking didic!  Oh god!!! Mac OSX is at it too.  RIDIC! Not fucking didic.  Just earlier, it corrected “school bag” to “school day”  Why did it do that?  Is it trying to be clever?  Does it think it knows what I’m trying to write?  There must be an algorithm that’s been designed by a spotty youth with a diploma in fucking people off. 

The problem is that when you’re trying to respond to text messages quickly, you don’t actually notice that a term has been corrected against your will until you hit send.  It’s about time iMessage came with a “cancel send” button, you know for those occasions when you accidentally put “xxx” at the end of a message to your boss.

Best day in the office for AGES

It was a brilliant day in my office today.  Just me and another colleague shared the space, other desks abandoned by those on annual leave.  I really like Darren, we get on well, have a giggle, make sex noises to each other, but he’s really conscientious and so very, very helpful.  I admitted to him that I was a bit distracted from my work because I’d encountered a technical issue with this blog whereby the Twitter cards (I’ve discovered they’re called) weren’t pulling through since changing the domain name for this place last week.  

Twitter card

No twitter card – fucking annoying as fuck

So we talked about me blogging and what I get out of it, how it works, this and that.  

We did a bit of work, I had a meeting, did a bit more work.  Then I decided it was time to play pirate ships on my colleagues’ desks.  Because, you know, when will the chance arise ever again?

I think we’re being joined by another returning colleague tomorrow.  This the day we finally get to draw pictorial messages on the roller blinds for sending to people in the offices on the opposite side of the atrium.

Such fun!