I would, to a great extent, like to believe in an afterlife. The thought that politicians and bankers could simply go quietly in the night does not appeal to me.
A Brief Justification for Religion.
I would, to a great extent, like to believe in an afterlife. The thought that politicians and bankers could simply go quietly in the night does not appeal to me.
Boadicea's Chariot 
And drug pushing scum.
(I could I’d more but perhaps others would like to join in 😉 )
And who’d want to miss out on all those virgins? 🙂
I think three on my list have already been mentioned…
… all those Catholic clergy who covered up the child abuse
Reincarnation, thats the thing.
All the buttwipes can come back as a slug or perhaps a dungbeetle.
With the bankers, I suppose thats a significant step up. 🙂
Furry, do mustelids happen to be partial to them?
Hee Hee Hugh,
Only in a white wine and garlic sauce. 🙂
I assume you were talking about bankers. 😉
That does, perhaps, explain the inability to find proper leadership. Scum can only be re-born as something lower and what could be lower than politicians or bankers? My… Boa is right.
But no-one in their right mind would want to go to heaven would they?
Can you imagine the boredom quotient there? The Guardianistas, the PC, the whited sepulchres, all moaning and pissing?
Can you imagine the horror of it all?
Fiery pits look quite appealing complete with dung beetles!
Good evening, CO.
I have to admit that your vision of Heaven does not particularly appeal.
There are, however, other visions of the place. I have a feeling that you would be first in the queue if the group ‘Instant Sunshine’ got it right in their song.
‘Who mowed the lawns of Eden? Who kept the garden trim?
Adam never volunteered, I’m sure it wasn’t him.
Who pruned all the fruit trees to which Genesis refers?
Did the angel Gabriel have some secateurs?
Who mowed the lawns of Eden? Who kept the garden green?
Eve was not a gardener, and the Cherubs were not keen.
The angels and archangels, they were pretty much the same,
They refused to weed as well as magnify His name.
The Seraphim, they could have helped in several different ways,
But they had all their time used up with singing hymns of praise.
The Heavenly Host was small then, because nobody had died,
But none of them liked digging, even though they’d never tried.
I bet the saints and martyrs would have loved to dig and hoe,
For martyrs up in heaven are the same as here below.
Who mowed the lawns of Eden? Who helped the garden grow?
Who made of it a Paradise? I’ll tell you, ‘cos I know.
God. He fixed the garden, the first one that he made,
He pruned all the roses, and was handy with his spade.
On Sunday, nice and early He went out to smell the dew.
(There wasn’t any Church then, so He’d nothing much to do).
He wandered to the potting-shed, behind the Tree of Life,
And got his spade and trowel out, His fork and pruning knife.
He looked after Eden, and He watched the lilies grow,
And Eden’s still a Paradise where gardeners can go.
Who mowed the lawns of Eden? God mowed the lawns and more,
Adam couldn’t help Him, for his rib was still quite sore.
The beasts that God created never helped in any way,
The lion lay down with the lamb, bone idle all the day.
God built all the trellises for clematis to climb,
Cut back the wisteria and trained the columbine.
He pruned all the fruit trees: apple, peach and pear,
He had so many jobs to do, you always find Him there.
So if I get to Heaven, I’ll just ask Peter if I can
Potter about in Eden, just to help out the Old Man.’
That’ll do!
🙂