Jul 23, 2019

N.T.Wright sings on @premier podcast --- Spiritual masturbation reaches new low

N.T.Wright singing on premier podcast, why? perhaps because living in ivory tower,
believes the hype follows himself,money got to his head, must be soul reason for this.
But why would none around this guy ,well suggest `Tom, this is utter rubbish`
Ask even ,"what are you thinking?"
As anyone got spiritual discernment to mutter ,'Please think of others....'
Perhaps even 
'Shut the fre##k up'

System error recognised

Spiritual masturbation reaches new low....this is all around the esteem some place on Academia.
 "oh he so intelligent, would you like a sherry vicar...."
Same persons Place people like this on a pedestal.....mind you like a `nappy filling tot`..he was climbing up unaided. .
You see here is the 'system error' in full......he writes for scholars not "Lay folk!"
His words are not for the masses but the learned ....others wish they could be include, so they pretend to marvel at old guy who struggles with everyday folk.
The social experiment say-- taking a guy from large working class environment,place them in ivory tower,let see what they reflect back...well that cannot take place because not born into that class.

Another fault in the system error.

Hence now he starts writing songs and singing, the geeks listening cannot find words to say...ENOUGH. But he abuse his privileged position to spout this Crap over a podcast.
Like great Chalkie Stevens write about stuff they inform us...'we could not understand,not clever enough'. ..there are those who buy this.....accept this.
There the main issue,in a post post Christian society,still posting this academic privilege to a society that moved to another postal address. 
Now.....where have heard that before?

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But had this thing, can only call hope. Hope or Faith ?

T here was chaos that l just didn't quite recognise. Feel that's known by those `creating the chaos`. Long Hospital corridors, 36 ho...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"