Week Three of Silly Time

 

Welcome to the Third Week of “Silly Time”, The six week period between when the gifts of the prophets were bestowed upon Britain and when the same gifts were poured out upon the colonies.  This is a time of solemn introspection and reflection on our lives and their direction. 

Please open your Hymnal to page 3 and join in our processional  “O Lord Please Don’t Burn Us” Verse 1

O LORD, please don’t burn us,   Don’t grill or toast your flock,

Don’t put us on the barbecue,  Or simmer us in stock,

Don’t braise or bake or boil us,  Or stir fry us in a wok. 

Thank you for that zooming rendition it directed my obedient heart as I prowled to the pulpit.  Now please open The Holy Text volume 1 to episode20 page 271 where the prophets say …

Cyril: In the debate a spokesman accused the Government of being silly and doing not at all good things. The member accepted this in a spirit of healthy criticism, but denied that he'd ever been naughty with a choirboy. Angry shouts of 'what about the watermelon, then?' were ordered by the Speaker to be stricken from the record and put into a brown paper bag in the lavvy. Any further interruptions would be cut off and distributed amongst the poor. For the Government a Front Bench Spokesman said the agricultural tariff would have to be raised, and he fancied a bit. Furthermore, he argued, this would give a large boost to farmers, and a lot of fun to him, his friend and Miss Moist of Knightsbridge. From the back benches there were opposition shouts of 'postcards for sale' and a healthy cry of 'who likes a sailor, then?' from the Minister without Portfolio. Replying, the Shadow Minister said, he could no longer deny the rumors but he and the dachshund were very happy; and, in any case, he argued, rhubarb was cheap and what was the harm in a sauna bath.

7 hours later

The Minister of Technology met with three Russian Leaders today to discuss a 4 million pound airliner deal.  None of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their babies in pouches or ate those yummy eucalyptus leaves.  Yum, yum.  That’s the news for wombats and now Attila the Bun!


Please open your hymnal to page 4 and join us in singing “The Lumberjack Song verses 2 and 3”. 

I cut down trees, I skip and jump,  I like to press wild flowers
I put on women's clothing,  And hang around in bars 

(Repeat with “he” in place of “I”)

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night, and I work all day  (repeat with “he” in place of “I”)

I cut down trees, I wear high heels,  Suspenders and a bra
I wish I were a girlie,  Just like my dear papa

Now please open The Holy Text volume 2 to episode 45 page 338 where the prophets say …

Attenborough: (slapping the side of a tree) Well here it is at last ... the goal of our quest. After six months and three days we've caught up with the legendary walking tree of Dahomey, Quercus Nicholas Parsonus, resting here for a moment, on its long journey south. It's almost incredible isn't it, to think that this huge tree has walked over two thousand miles across this inhospitable terrain to stop here, maybe just to take in water before the two thousand miles on to Cape Town, where it lives. It's almost unimaginable, I find - the thought of this mighty tree strolling through Nigeria, perhaps swaggering a little as it crosses the border into Zaire, hopping through the tropical rain forests, trying to find a quiet grove where it could jump around on its own, sprinting up to Zambia for the afternoon, then nipping back ... (a native whispers in his ear) Oh, super ... well, I've just been told that this is not in fact the legendary walking tree of Dahomey, this is one of Africa's many stationary trees, Arborus Barnbet Gaseoignus. In fact we've just missed the walking tree... it left here at eight o'clock this morning... was heading off in that direction... so we'll see if we can go and catch it up. Come on boys.

Homily Parishioners, an article recently caught my attention, it was from Mother Jones, the marijuana people.  In their story they claimed that dogs are “environmental villains” ( https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2025/04/bad-news-for-mans-best-friend-dogs-are-environmental-villains/)!  They even went so far as to say that dogs are “multifariously” bad for the environment.  The fact that the “Rope headed”, hash headed, reefer ravens at Mother Jones managed to work “multifarious” into a sentence correctly almost took my breath away.  So I checked the sources they included in their story. 

Naturally, it turns out that the Mother Jones article is nothing more than a reprint of a Guardian article out of Britain (https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/apr/10/pet-dogs-have-extensive-and-multifarious-impact-on-environment-new-research-finds).  Right down to the use of “multifarious”, the hemp brigade had simply semi plagiarized The Guardian, now that made a bit more sense, especially the proper use of the term “multifarious”!  But this did not answer my original question of what sources were they using for this outlandish claim.  So I checked The Guardian’s sources. 

It turns out that The Guardian article is based on a single study conducted in Australia published in an obscure Australian science journal (https://www.publish.csiro.au/PC/PC24071).  But as is the case with obscure articles in obscure journals, the Australian “study” did not actually do any “science” on their own, they were instead drawing from other, actual “scientific” studies.  So when I dug further I found that all the actual research originates in an article co-authored by that infamous dog (especially beagle puppies) hater, Anthony Fauci (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0092867420313866)!  So back in 2020, instead of studying Covid-19, or thinking through the pandemic plans better, or doing anything useful about the pandemic, Anthony Fauci was busy publishing a paper that claims dogs are bad for the planet based on their carnivorous diet!  I guess we can all see why the pandemic response, managed by Fauci, was so haphazard and scatter brained, his focus was elsewhere! 

Amen

Please join us in our recessional on page 3 of your hymnal “O Lord Please Don’t Burn Us” second verse. 

Oh Please don’t lightly poach us,  Or Baste us with hot fat,

Don’t fricassee or roast us,    Or boil us in a vat,

And please don’t stick thy servants, Lord,  In a Rotissomat. 

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