The Road to Damascus

Not likely that I have had a Pauline conversion.  Diogenes don't do Christianity.

Just listened to an extraordinary personal account of the dog's whatsits that al-Assad is creating in Syria.  Radio Humphrys, currently run by Lina Sinjab, and what a good job she made of it! Splendid exposition of the troubled state. Bet those bastard fourbies are in there somewhere, stirring the porridge. Ms Sinjab almost reduced me to tears. Almost. I don't do conversions and I don't do weeping.

Reviewing the fairy tales of Old and New Testaments I was minded of Saul from Tarsus, his persecution of the escapees from the Lions' Den, and subsequent change to devotee of the body and blood of the Christ.

What on Earth did that little bunch of Arabs think they were doing to to cause so much unhappiness in the world for thousands of years? Religion, religion, they all should eat pigeon. Crap, I know, but I am so angry -as usual - I cannot be bothered to end this properly.

I may come back for more later: the last bitch to demand a visit to the altar has driven me to seminal fury.

In fact, I may never come back.  I am so sick of the Black Merda up-with which I have to put.  And I am listening to them again - they are so bloody good.

Enjoy your Chinese, your H-bombs, and your journey to Oblivion.  There's probably a town in the US of I called that. I'll ask the Daughter of Delight to report back in a few months.