Evangelical Ed
Intelligent and humourous musings on the church and its issues
Wednesday 21 August 2024
Tuesday 26 September 2017
Anti-Trump biggotry
I'm glad I don't live in the USA - it must be the worst place in the world to live: their president is a nutter - he's building a wall for 3000 miles between them and Mexico!
Er, no - to stop the Mexicans getting into America.
Er, I suppose it must be . . . .
Er . . .
To keep the Americans in, I assume. To stop them from escaping.
Er, no - to stop the Mexicans getting into America.
But you said America was the worst place in the world to live. Is Mexico even worse then?
Er, I suppose it must be . . . .
Then why aren't you campaigning against THEIR president instead?
Er . . .
Tuesday 14 June 2016
This is Elliott, my new 'partner'
(er, you ARE 21, aren't you?)
(er, you ARE 21, aren't you?)
(Don't worry - it's 18 now Stephen)
(Anybody got the phone number for Childline?)
(Anybody got the phone number for Childline?)
Cathy Warwick, the head of the UK's National College of Midwives is also a leading advocate of abortion.
Here she describes some of her midwifery techniques:-
Here she describes some of her midwifery techniques:-
Wednesday 2 December 2015
Should you listen to UKIP? Should you listen to the church?
Wednesday 5 August 2015
Abortion
A young
lady visits the doctor . . .
I want you to kill my baby please.
That’s a
horrible thing to say. Why?
He’s inconvenient. It’s not the right time for
me to have a baby. I cannot cope. My social life will be ruined. My boyfriend
will not support me. Life’s just terrible.
I’m afraid I shall have to report your feelings
to social services and the police. How old is the baby?
15 weeks.
I’m sorry, but as a doctor I must think of the
child. It is my job to preserve life, not to kill.
But please don’t report me – I came to you for
help.
Where is the
child now?
Still inside me of course. Life begins at
conception. I’m 15 weeks pregnant.
Oh, I see! That’s different. A week on Tuesday
OK for the termination?
Gay marriage
The passing
of the gay marriage act
Hurray! Now we can all marry whoever we want!
Great news!
I’ll marry Carol Vorderman, then.
But she’s already married.
But you just
said we can marry whoever we want.
Oh. Well, what I meant was: we can all marry
whoever we want as long as they’re not already married to someone else.
OK. Not Carol
Vorderman, then. I’ll marry Nigella Lawson.
How do you know Nigella Lawson?
I’ve never
even met her, but you just said we can marry whoever we want as long as they’re
not already married to someone else.
Well, what I meant was: we can all marry
whoever we want as long as they’re not already married to someone else, AND you
know them (and they want to marry you).
OK. Not
Nigella Lawson either. I know - I’ll marry my sister.
You can’t marry your sister.
Go on – why
not?
OK. We can all marry whoever we want as long as
they’re not already married to someone else, and you know them, and they want
to marry you, AND you’re not a close relative.
Hold on! You’re already married!
So?
Right. Listen. We can all marry whoever we want
as long as they’re not already married to someone else, and you know
them, and they want to marry you, and you’re not a close
relative, and you’re not already married.
So we can’t actually
marry whoever we want?
No, I suppose not.
I thought it
was all so simple now!
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