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Manne found a great use for recycled PCs – the Pig-Tel USB Brewmaster
Why do the multinational beer megacorps
Gather together and conspire against the boutique brewer ?
Their pathetic efforts shall be in vain and the Aleful Trotter
Shall rule over the public bar and the sportsmen’s bar and the bottle shop shall overflow.
Yeah man, I sayeth unto all who frequent the ladies lounge and the Nathan Rees Memorial Ballroom
That the pink drinks are on us.
For I am the publican
And you are the patrons de porc
And Crispin Bacon shall rule over the car park with a rod of irony.
Therefore you captains of corporate turps
I say unto you “Serve Trotters and you shall be served”
Fear not and celebrate the coming of the quality brew
For the yeast is mine and
The yeast will do all the uprising that’s kneeded.
Blessed be those who take a jar in the house of the Pig’s Arms.
Wow so nice to see the love pouring forth into the interwebs from the Enlightened Warrigal.
Signed –
The Cracker bipolar feminist religious obsessive with a canonical take on justice.
Eileen
Um we aren’t invisible on the internets (but I guess you, be as enlightened as you are, would already know that – it’s only we poor crazy miscontrued religionists who must think we are invisible there, since we believe in an invisible God, right?).
While I might be a cracker, and on some days, I could certainly qualify for crazy, I’d shoot myself if I had to be a Sydney Anglican. But, I digress.
The Pig Psalm is charming – the kind of thing which greatly amuses me in my irreverence. I do believe in God – but the kind who has a sense of humor, as evidenced all around us to great effect (see the orgasmic face and the duck billed platypus). God made beer, pork and publicans, so Psalm to their effigy is meet and good, as far as I am concerned.
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INTRO: This is Very Good. I can say that in all humility since it’s 99% plagiarised.
1.The Publican is King; thou shouldst not ever forget it.
* the Publican is King, and he can kick your ass.
2. With his sharp tongue and his unholy arm
* he can surely put out your lights!
3. The Publican is great behind the bar,
* and most anywhere else you care to mention in polite company.
4. He is seriously smart and knows lots of people;
* that’s how he got to be Publican.
5. Mess not with the Publican, neither shall ye piss him off;
* screw not around with him, for his sense of humour has its
limits.
6. Those who praise the Publican are counted as smart persons;
* but those who do not are as dumb as a box of rocks.
7. I shall offer only worthy comments unto thee as long as I shall live,
* and not any mindless, trivial, banal pieces of crap that some would have us consider as valid posts.
8. And if I should fail to keep this promise,
* thou mayest kick my ass, as referred to in verse one.
The original is Brilliant, but to truly appreciate it you need to be on the righteous side of Sydney Anglican choir politics.
http://episcopalifem.wordpress.com/2008/05/30/ps-151/
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A bipolar feminist religious obsessive with a canonical take on justice. She’s a cracker!
But don’t be so hard on yourself. Yours is a beauty too. I particularly liked “7.”
Episco’s and Anglicans, what a bunch of doodling nongs; and I say that in the nicest way. Some of my best friends are lifelong Anglicans; but once you’ve licensed all ideas about divinity as equally “valid”, (CHRIST!!! I hate that word.), then you’ve given away the farm anyway, but the answer isn’t a return to a kind of hypercatholic anglicanism, to return the church to some 6th. C debate about which afternoon of the week god will be at home receiving visitors or whether he actually will answer that royal telephone personally.
Sche once taught piano to a chap who’s quite high up on the “righteous” side of the Sydney debate. He’s a bishop these days and frankly he honestly believes that he’s holier than me, and that sense of superiority has compromised his whole life and that of his family, but it’s a perfect fit for the current battle. He’s become a numbers man and knee capper behind the scenes. The NSW Parliament has nothing on Anglican politics in Sydney.
However, a vengeful punishing god won’t play well against the XBox or the Playstation, but he sings a soothing song to ossified dyed in the wool Anglicans who can probably count the days till they meet him.
Religion Eh? I just don’t get it.
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All the knee cappers of whose actions I’ve heard first-hand accounts, are on the anti-choir side, Warrigal. That’s the self-righteous side, not the righteous side.
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My apologies Bella Voce, I misconstrued your use of “choir politics” as metaphorical sarcasm when in fact what you’re saying is that you’re “in the corner” of one of the protagonists in some epic Anglican battle for the control of a choral soul. That’s some heavy shit dude. I wish you well.
The closest I get to Anglican politics is when the son of the Bishop rings up for life advice he should be getting from his father.
It’s an odd thing belief. It seems that it’s never enough for one to just believe. Once a person has decided what to believe, it then becomes important that others believe too and the longer the belief stays in place the more the continued wellbeing of the believer seems bound up in others believing just as he or she does.
The lord loves you and you are saved, (if only you’ll believe this politically motivated yarn from the Roman Empire, including all the really hard to believe bits about water and wine and dead dudes walking.)
I have enormous respect for people who are genuinely pursuing a personal spiritual quest. I think we all need to think about, perhaps believe in, something bigger; but so much of religion these days seems small time, petty, denialist navel gazing.
Where are the great spiritual ideas that will provide us with succour and comfort in the years ahead?
Good luck to your friend.
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Crikey, have you seen the light Mikey?
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Hi Hungy.
Looking forward to a grand 2011. All the best to you and Tutu too.
PS – I have an urgent need for Pig’s Psalms 3 and 4, if you’ve got nothing much ado 🙂
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