Mountain biking renaissance
When I was sixteen my parents bought me a new mountain bike as a congratulations present for passing my GCSEs. It's a Trek Antelope 830, an American design which was, so I'm told by the grease monkeys in Halfords, something of a classic model from the early 1990s. It's seen little use since I learnt to drive and languished in the car park of the apartment building in Manchester for a full seven years before I moved to Sutton Coldfield, disused and neglected.
I'd been meaning to get it fixed up for some time ever since moving because almost on my doorstep I have the largest urban park in Europe, Sutton Park, and the place is perfect for spending an afternoon biking around. It has roads and bridleways and once you're bored of those it has hundreds of square miles of terrain to explore. So after having earned a bit of overtime during a busy period at work recently I finally got around to taking it to the local branch of Halfords to get it fixed up. For £160 I secured the following:
- New gear shifters.
- New saddle and saddle column. The last one "went missing" years ago from the W3 car park.
- New rear inner tube. Surprised that it didn't need both tubes replacing, actually.
- Full service, plus another free service in 12 months time.
- New cycle helmet.
- Front and rear LED lights.
- Bicycle pump. They look completely different these days to what they used to.
The original gear shifters were broken and the parts were no longer available. The staff at Halfords remarked on these because they remember when that particular model of shifter first came out as they were apparently one of the first 7x3 shifters. They have been replaced with modern equivalents. This is a shame because it means that the bike is no longer completely original, but they are of course a necessity if I want to actually use it.
So yesterday I took it for its first proper outing to Sutton Park and I had a fabulous time. The bike's great to ride, despite having a distinct and noticeable lack of modern technology that seems to be ubiquitous on modern bikes, most notably suspension and shock absorbers. As a result it's a bit of a bone shaker when compared to a modern bike. It also has the old fashioned rim brakes, whereby the brakes are rubber blocks applied to the rim of the wheel, as opposed to the more modern disc brakes, which look like and act on the same principle as car brakes. This means that the bike can be a little tricky to stop quickly in an emergency. However, I never intend to have it in a situation so extreme that I cannot easily plan my way out of it. I know the bike has limitations compared to a modern equivalent and it's just a case of taking them into account.
The bike rides fine, just like it used to, except the chain seems to slip quite frequently and it's difficult to get it onto the third (largest) cog on the front sprocket. Indeed, at one point it failed so miserably to do this that the chain came off and became wrapped around the pedal shaft, which required half an hour with the bike up on end and some very oily hands to work out and sort out. I'm not sure what might be the solution to this. They didn't replace the chain at Halfords so it may well be the case that it's just a bit old and needs replacing. I am consulting friends who are more into mountain biking for advice on the matter.
Lessons I have immediately learned from this first expedition are as follows:
- Take more than a litre of water for an afternoon. You get thirsty really quickly.
- Take a pair or two of those medical rubber gloves. When the chain came off my hands got absolutely covered in oil fixing it and I had no way of getting it off until I reached the bistro where I had my late lunch.
- There is barely any mobile signal in Sutton Park and so it's difficult to use Google Maps. Sutton Park is extremely large and will take some time to learn properly.
- Skiing sunglasses make perfectly good cycling glasses and don't look absurd with a cycling helmet.
- Cycling helmets don't look even a fraction as ridiculous as they used to in the early 1990s.
- If I ever become reasonably serious about mountain biking I do think that I might have to consider a new bike at some point as I have a very sore arse today and this would probably have been avoided had the bike had some form of shock absorption technology.
Today my legs are absolutely killing me, as is my arse, but I fully intend to do exactly the same trip next Saturday, weather permitting. Ahead of that, however, I want to by a trip meter of some sort and some sort of attachment to hold my phone onto the handlebars would also be beneficial. Some people have also recommended padded shorts to reduce the arse soreness problem, but I won't be seen dead in cycling shorts, it would have to be something I can wear underneath normal cargo shorts. I'd also probably do well to get a pair of gloves as I remember mashing my hands up quite significantly when I came off the bike as a teenager.
Birmingham Pride 2011
I went to my first ever Birmingham Pride over the Spring Bank Holiday weekend. Last year I didn't go because I had just moved to the area and was still out of work, so I simply couldn't afford it, but this year was different and I had an absolutely fabulous time and I'm very glad that I went, even though after so many years of doing Manchester the setting and the people were largely unfamiliar to me.
Birmingham Pride operates under a similar format to Manchester Pride in that there is a parade through the city centre followed by a giant street party in the gay village that lasts several days, although in Birmingham it only lasts for two days instead of of the whole duration of the bank holiday as it does in Manchester. This was a good thing for this year at least because it absolutely plummeted down with rain on the Monday and so it would have been awful.
The other key difference between the two events is the ticket price. Manchester will relieve you of the best part of thirty quid for a wristband for entry into the village (if you don't know the correct people), but in Birmingham there is no such requirement. It's free, all weekend, indeed it's apparently the UK's largest free music festival. The payoff is that the acts on the main stage aren't nearly so well known, but that's fair enough, and frankly for me the pride events aren't all about the main stage acts. I absolutely love the atmosphere and the noise experience there. Everybody is happy and it's great. Just wish I had someone really special in my life to share it with.
Birmingham Pride is always early in the year and kicks off the pride season, with Manchester finishing it off on August bank holiday. I don't like London Pride, it's utterly up its own arse, so I never bother with it, but I do like Brighton Pride when I'm able to make it down there. That too is free, taking over the whole of Preston Park for a day in a format very similar to what London Pride used to be in the 1990s, before it became so heavily commercialised.
Many thanks to my friend and colleague James, who I spent most of the weekend with. We've been promising ourselves for ages a good night/weekend out and pride provided the perfect opportunity.
Not dropped off the face of the earth
Apologies for not blogging so much recently, I've got a lot on my plate with work and home life at the moment. The Margobarge is off the road because she failed the MOT and needs work to correct it (specifically, the LCD dashboard display needs to be replaced so I can read the mileage, I need the mileage to get an MOT certificate, and I need the MOT certificate to tax it and get it back on the road). So I'm walking and training it to work at the moment and for a couple of month which has doubled my commuting time but since i'm going to be walking 4km each day it's not going to do me any harm. Would have been better if it was still summer though, obviously!
Ignore this is you are not a train geek: I'm back on the Class 323s which I was on when I was living in Manchester and worked in Cheadle Hulme, They're packed every morning and the uphosterly's a horrible green. The Class 323 is the one with the really whiny gearbox. In this area they're run by London Midland.
I did make it to Manchester Pride 2010 but only for a couple of days, it's kind of hard to make a whole weekend of it when you don't live 300 yards down the road from it any more, but for the time I was there I did enjoy myself. I especially enjoyed the debut Cubstars perfomance, which stars (amongst others) my friend Brian.
I will get photos onto this site once I've fixed the plugin that sucks them up from Facebook but which has stopped working properly since the WordPress 3.0 rollout. If you're friends with me on Facebook you'll be able to see them in my photo albums.
It wasn't the best of Prides I've ever had but I did make the best of it. I'm a bit skint and stressed at the moment and I'm chalking it up to my head not being in the right space for it. Perhaps next year when I can save up for it and do it properly, who knows. I shall be trying Birmingham Pride for the first time first, next summer.
It was a little strange being back in Manchester for the first time in a number of months. I still do miss the place, and I think one day I would like to move back. But I've got a lot of hard work to do and shit to sort out before I can even consider it. We'll see. Manchester has been such a big part of my life and had I been given the choice I would not have left. My current surroundings are by no means unpleasant but they are, basically, alien to me given my limited knowledge of the area, although in fairness that knowledge is improving every day.
I've got a lot of hard work to do between now and the end of the and I've no choice but to grit my teeth and bear it. I'm still looking for a few side consultancy projects that I can do in my spare time, so if you think you can take advantage of my skillset please get in touch.
Manchester Pride 2009
Another year, another Pride. Four days of hard work, hard play and general excess have once again come to an end. It wasn't the best Prides I've had but all things considered I wasn't disappointed with it. A combination of recession and bad weather meant that it was never going to be the best Pride ever, but despite that, everyone made the best of it and there was a great turnout and a fantastic atmosphere all throughout the festival. I've little to complain about, all told.
I spent Friday night in the Village and saw the opening events on the main stage before spending a couple of hours flyering for Manfest, an event that took place on Sunday run by a friend. I didn't stay out late on Friday because I needed to be up on time on Saturday to prepare for the parade, with the Manfest float. The weather just about held off for the parade, which is good because the parade is hard work enough without having to deal with rain at the same time.
The parade is a wonderful event. It brings thousands of people from all around in to Manchester to line the streets. It truly is the highlight of the Manchester calendar, nothing else comes close to it. Manchester Pride as a whole is the single most important annual event for Manchester, since it's not just about promoting and supporting the LGBT community but also Manchester as a whole, which is why it's so heavily supported by the city council and the Greater Manchester Police.
On Saturday evening I took a break from the festivities and met an old friend from university in Spinningfields for a drink before succumbing to the exhaustion of the day, meaning that I didn't get to do Federation's University Challenge this year.
I didn't do much on Sunday save for a mooch about the Village marketplace and lifestyle exhibition. I bought another leather cuff from Rebel Dogg who have a stall at Pride every year. Their products are beautiful and almost collector's items; I intend to buy one every year from now on.
On Sunday evening I helped set up Manfest but I was unable to attend the event itself, unfortunately, because I was knackered again, but I understand that it went off very well. It was held at Satan's Hollow next door to Cruz 101, which is normally a straight rock club and it's a fabulous venue. The dark and spooky theming inside is outstanding, I've only seen better in Disneyland. A lot of money and creativity has clearly been put into it.
I got up at a decent hour on Monday and see some of the fantastic live acts on the main stage. The sun came out and it was actually quite warm for a while before the clouds came back. On Monday evening I attended the Candlelit Vigil in Sackville Park, which I like to do every year because it's a very touching event and I love the feeling of togetherness that it creates.
I had some nosh and a few drinks in the Village after the vigil and then went over to AXM for Sugarpops (a cabaret show) before turning in at about 3.00am. Walking back home through the village was quite surreal, everything was being packed up, with various lorries and machines scurrying everywhere, yet still there were people out on the streets drinking and enjoying themselves despite the rain.
By Tuesday morning when I went back in to the Village on the way to somewhere, everything was back to normal and it was as if it had never happened. Back to reality for another year. Almost overnight it has become autumn and the world feels like a completely different place. Nevertheless, it'll all happen all over again next year :)
The Amazing Eat Properly and Exercise Diet Plan
As regular readers and pretty much anyone who's seen me in the flesh at any point over the past year will know, I've lost an incredible amount of weight in the thirteen months from the middle of November 2006 until now. I'm delighted to announce that in that time I have lost 3st 12lbs (54lbs total, 24.5kg), so just short of 4 stone. I'm really very happy about this; I look very different to how I looked last Christmas and I feel as good as I look.
Observe the following chart by way of illustration. Note that I only started to keep daily weight and body fat records in April, so the first half of the chart is very linear. I knew what I weighed in the middle of November 2006 but have no intermediate data between then and April.

Weight loss since November 2006
As you can see I am now very comfortably within healthy ranges for both weight and body fat after previously suffering dramatic excess in both regards. So what's the secret? As I've said before, there really is no rocket science or witchcraft involved. It's a simple question of eating properly (not "dieting", as such) and getting regular and effective exercise. It really does work!
My diet is low carbohydrate, low fat, low sugar and high protein. My metabolic type dictates this and it transpires that it's not actually that necessary for my diet to be low fat, it just so happens that I don't particularly like fatty foods. The important aspects are that it must be low-carb and that the number of calories ingested in a daily basis must not exceed the resting metabolic rate plus whatever exercise I may do. I avoid foods such as bread, rice, pasta and cereals as these all have high amounts of carbohydrates.
I eat lots of fruit (apples and bananas in particular), meat, eggs, some vegetables (because although I know they're good for me I've never been that mad on them) and I stick to calorie free versions of fizzy drinks (Diet Coke and Coke Zero in particular) when I'm not drinking water. I've also cut back on the alcohol, usually restricting it only to weekends and never binge drinking or getting drunk.
My anal attention to detail regarding the gathering, storage and processing of statistics has allowed me to conduct reasonable calculations relating to how I have lost the weight. I keep an accurate record of physical activity, including gym activity and walking. I do a lot of walking since I have no car, live in a city and make extensive use of public transport, so its impact on my fitness is considerable.
I record my physical activities in terms of the estimated number of calories used, which can be reasonably accurately calculated. When doing cardio work in the gym the cardio machines actually tell you how many calories you burn, so that's easy. For weights and resistance work I use a rough estimate of 2 calories per repetition, which averages out over light reps and heavy reps. Then for walking I calculate the calories based on a reasonable estimation of 300 calories per hour at a normal pace. Research on the Internet suggests that all these estimations are reasonable.
So, during the period in question I have used a total of 62,455 calories through exercise. I also know that I have lost 54lbs in weight. It's an established fact that 1lb of fat equates to approximately 3,500 calories (that is, to lose 1lb of body fat, one's body must burn 3,500 calories). 54lbs therefore equates to 189,000 calories, that is, I have created a calorie deficiency of 189,000 over 13 months in order to lose 54lbs of weight.
If I've burnt 62,455 calories through exercise then that leaves 126,545 calories lost through eating properly (because "dieting" really is the wrong term). From these figures I'm therefore able to extrapolate the following chart, showing the proportionate methods of weight loss and the number of pounds lost through each method:

Lb loss per activity
My plans for the new year is to not lose any more weight but to concentrate fully on reducing my body fat. I need to maintain my weight, and even put some back on, but keep reducing my body fat by concentrating more on the resistance training and less on the cardio. The eating habits will stay pretty much the same although I will likely have to eat even more protein than I already am.
Yay me, frankly. I've worked hard for this an I deserve it. I look good and I feel good and I seem to get a lot more attention these days because of it!
Parenthood is a lifestyle choice
There was this bloke who wrote into Metro the other week recounting a tale of how he, a disabled person (the exact nature of his disabilities were not divulged), had bought a first class train ticket. He didn't absolutely have to travel in first class, it was possible for him to travel in standard class, but he choses to do so because it's easier for him to get around the first class cabin than it is the standard class cabin. First class rail tickets cost a fortune, but to him the benefits of such a ticket were worth it.
On a recent train journey he shared the first class cabin with a young mother with a child in a push-chair, who was boasting to an apparently unrelated fellow passenger about how she had received a free upgrade from the train staff because she had a child in a push-chair. This enraged the author of the letter, because this woman had received a free upgrade to first class due to self-inflicted inconvenience brought about by her decision to have a child, whereas his disability was most certainly not acquired by choice and yet no such preferential treatment was extended to him.
Frankly, he had every right to be enraged. It's rapidly becoming a common perception that parents are somehow "disabled" because of their offspring and are thus being afforded luxuries such as "parent and child" parking spaces outside the entrance to supermarkets, fast-track priority boarding on aircraft (presumably so the child can practice the crying that it intends on doing for the whole flight) and now, apparently, free first class rail ticket upgrades.
Let's make no mistake here, with very very few exceptions, the decision to have a chid is entirely voluntary. It is something that you inflict upon yourself, you're making a rod for your own back, both financially and practically, and your offspring should be nobody else's responsibility but your own. You should not be entitled to special treatment at the expense of others, especially those who've chosen NOT to contribute to the planet's vastly unsustainable population growth. It was your choice and if you're not up to dealing with the consequences of your decision then you perhaps should have not procreated in the first place.
Having to support other peoples' kids through funding child benefit is galling enough, but to be told of by some busybody in a supermarket car park for parking in a parent and child parking space when no other spaces are available is a step over the line, in my opinion. Also, is it really that unreasonable to park in such spaces after 9.00pm when all children of the age that would possibly benefit from the extra space either side of their mothers' Renault Scenics should be in bed? I don't think so.
My mother fared perfectly well when myself and my younger brother were young without parent and child parking spaces or any other concession. This was also in the days before large, out of town supermarkets with giant car parks; my mother had to go to the Sainsbury's in Woking town centre and park in the multi-storey car park, where the lifts rarely worked and when they did they were always jammed full of people. Did she complain? No, because she was thankful that she could do the weekly shop in just one store. To hell with the parking arrangements.
It seems that modern parents these days think that they have it hard, as if they're the first generation of humans that's had to procreate, and that everyone should lend them a hand to help cope with their insurmountable, self-matyring task that they feel has been forced upon them. The truth is, quite like their pampered, ignorant offspring, they don't know they're fucking born. Having children is a lifestyle choice, and just like every lifestyle choice it comes with its costs and disadvantages. I was going to ask if there were special parking spaces for fat people, but since most fat people consider themselves disabled these days one might argue that there actually are, but that's a whole different, yet strikingly similar, argument.
If I had my way then parents would be made to bear the full cost of their children. There would be no child benefit; indeed it would be replaced by a tax on third and subsequent children. The planet's population growth is unsustainable in almost every country and yet governments absolutely depend on it in order for their economies to work, since most welfare states are essentially giant, long-term pyramid schemes, which require ever increasing numbers contributing at the lower levels in order to work. One day that's going to come to a cataclysmic, apocalyptic end, at which point the availability of parent and child parking spaces will be the least of anyone's worries.
So shut the hell up when I park in your sacred car parking spaces, and stop blocking up the aisles of Sainsbury's Local with your fucking 4-wheel-drive push-chair containing what is quite obviously an able-bodied but fucking lazy five year old. Don't take your kids to a restaurant of any standard above McDonalds until they've learnt to behave themselves in public and not sit in their chair and scream through their meal. Stop spending your child benefit on lottery tickets, I worked hard to give you that money that you perceive to be free; and don't let your fucking uncontrollable kids sit on the escalator in front of me, blocking my path while you coo and fawn over them and tell them how cute they look together "like that". I'll wager that you let your kids go out on October 31st and bang on strangers' doors demanding money and sweets too, whilst the rest of the year round engaging in precautions bordering on paranoia concerning their health and safety, most likely causing great inconvenience of some description to everybody else.
Think of the children!? No, that's your job. Deal with it yourself. I make my bed a different way, you don't get to lie in it just because you don't like the way you've made yours. Not my problem. I didn't ask you to have children.
Lift Culture
Lifts these days play a very important part in my life. Before I moved to Manchester I rarely used to get into lifts due to various childhood nightmares that I won't go into here. But since moving I've been forced to confront those fears and now I use lifts both at home and at work. In total I reckon I get into a lift around ten times a day, and as a result of this I've become something of a lift expert, not so much technically, but certainly in terms of etiquette, common misconceptions and culture.
For instance, there is a tale that if you're midway up a building, and you call a lift, and one lift is on the top floor and the other on the ground floor, the lift from the top floor will come and get you as it requires less power to drop a lift than it does to lift it. Not true. Lifts are counterbalanced by a gigantic flat weight which runs up and down the lift shaft. When the lift is at the bottom, the weight is at the top, and vice versa. It therefore requires no more power to drop the lift as it does to bring it up, as if the motor's dropping the lift it is at the same time lifting the weight. It makes no difference.
That was a technical example, which is different to actual etiquette, or in a number of cases, personal preference. For instance, I *hate* sharing lifts with people I don't know. I'm a very territorial person anyway, so to be sealed in a small windowless box with someone for a period of time, no matter how brief, is quite intolerable. Luckily it doesn't happen that often; at home I leave and get home at different times to everyone else in the building and at work the building's not full yet so the (three) lifts are usually uncontended.
If sharing a lift with someone isn't annoying enough, it only makes it worse when people do any of the following:
- People who press already illuminated lift buttons. The lift's control system already knows that the lift must stop at that floor, and has indicated so by illuminating the button. Yet people get in and press it again - why? Do they think it will get there EXTRA FAST if they press it more than once?
- The same applies when calling a lift. If the button is illuminated, then the lift has been called. Sighing and pressing the button again, as if to suggest that the lift has somehow "forgotten" to stop at the floor and needs reminding.
- This one's great: Some, not many, but some people think that if you HOLD DOWN the button of the floor you want to go to, the lift won't stop anywhere else until it gets there. Riiiiiiiiight.
- Recursive door holders: God I hate these people. I *never* hold doors for people (see above re. sharing lifts), and as annoying as people might find this, I do it for a reason other than personal space. There's nothing worse than when the doors are about to close and someone jumps in before they do so. The doors open and go through their cycle again, except now someone else is coming, so the person who jumps in presses the door open button and the doors reluctantly open again. That person then does the SAME THING for another person who's lagging behind, and so it goes on. By this time the lifts at home are squealing because they've got some sort of fucking alarm that goes off if the lift remains open on a floor for more than an arbitrarily short amount of time.
- People who live/work on the first floor yet insist on taking the lift to the ground floor. You're coming down from 7th, usually in a hurry, and there's some fucking idiot on the 1st floor who's been waiting outside the lift for 5 minutes and is all huffy and sighing as a result who has to stop the lift ONE FLOOR from its final destination when they could have saved themselves and me a whole load of time just by WALKING DOWN ONE FLIGHT OF FUCKING STAIRS. When I build Stuii Towers, I will remove the lift buttons for the first floor and replace it with a key switch, giving the keys to disabled people, etc.
- "My wife/mate/mum's just coming" - people who've managed to get into a lift with you, but are holding the doors open for someone who's fucking about in the boot of the car, or talking to someone in the lobby, or SOMETHING that indicates that they're clearly not really interested in the fact that you're being held up by them and their companion. This one time at home I entered the lift in the basement and these two horrible children ran in after me and kept their fingers on the door open button waiting for their blasted mother to get her Harvey Nichols bags out of the boot of her car. After a minute and a half or so of this, I asked the children (very nicely) if they would mind taking the next lift, to which they retorted with shouts of "NO!" and frowns and scowls on their faces. Incensed, but unwilling to argue with them, I pressed EVERY SINGLE BUTTON in the lift, all nine floors, then get out and walked up the stairs. I didn't wait around to see what happened, but you can be sure that the mother would have gone mad, assuming that her kids had been playing around with the lift again and that they would have to stop at EVERY SINGLE FLOOR until they got to their floor. The best part about it was that I knew for a fact that they lived on the 8th (top) floor. I can just imagine the kids: "But Mummy it was this man, he pressed all the buttons!" - "YEAH, RIGHT" *whack*. I'm so evil.
- People who leave a cloud of cigarette smoke in the lift. Enough said. Exactly how antisocial do you need to get before you start to give a shit about anyone else but you?
- People who get in the lift when it's going in the wrong direction. This frequently happens at home on the ground floor. The lift will be on its way to the basement, with one of its passengers stopping at ground. The lift is, therefore, "going down". Someone on the ground floor has pressed the "up" button, so when the lift arrives at the ground floor to drop of its passenger, the person waiting assumes that the lift's arriving for them (despite the fact that there was no light or chime). They get in, and promptly find themselves in the basement. Cue the inevitable huffing and puffing from them, and smirking from me.
I could go on and on, but I really need to do some work now. If you're a regular lift user I'm sure you'll have a laugh at this and perhaps pass it around your office.
Selectively Observant Christians
I'm ripping this off Marc, but that's okay because he ripped it off his (very cute) mate Chris, who no doubt ripped it off from somewhere else. I therefore include it with little to no guilt. Oh, and it's quite quite splendid.
Laura Schlessinger is a US radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. She pronounced that homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned in any circumstance. This is what one listener allegedly wrote in a letter to her:
Dear Dr. Laura
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate.
I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to follow them.
a) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odour for the Lord Lev. 1:9. The problem is my neighbours. They claim the odour is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?
b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
c) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev. 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighbouring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?
e) I have a neighbour who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?
f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Lev. 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?
g) Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?
h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev.19:27. How should they die?
i) I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? (Lev.24:10-16) Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and un-changing.
Your devoted disciple and adoring fan,
Jake
Class. Fuck off selectively observant christians. Unfortunately that covers about 99% of all christians. Still, it's their fucking problem, not mine.








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