I love a little Pacific Island phrase I learned in a kid’s song* at Teacher Training College, “fai fai lemu” or in Palagi it translates as “take it easy“.
For a guy who loves to hit things hard, like as in 100%, 100% of the time, its interesting and sobering to see others suffer as […]

I hate preachers that know it all, and have an answer for everything. Along with about a few hundred million uneducated pagans from the back-blocks of Zimbabwe, I’m probably the world’s most Un-Theological Genius. I find the arrogant religious zealots especially obnoxious, in that they seem to have definitive answers and rules for everything. It […]

I hate getting spun a yarn. You know, when people look you in the eyes and lie to you? I used to tell porkies every now and then but it just got so bloomin’ hard trying to keep up with it that I gave up, and I’ve been straight straightish now for something like 30 […]

I hate getting pushed around. It doesn’t matter who tries to do it - the media, school teacher, the government - if they try to mess with me it gets my back up. It creates some interesting challenges in trying to work out how to cope with the external pressure . . .

I hate getting things wrong. The sun certainly APPEARS to move from East to West and the earth APPEARS to be flat , so I do understand why the early people interpreted the facts the way they did and got it wrong.
Sometimes, not everything seems as it really is . . .

It’s a real bummer when things go wrong and some other dude does the dirty on you.
Some people say I’m a sucker because I trust people too much. Most of the time they’re right and when things go wrong, it’s a big call to let it go. Sometimes we just have to.
A while ago the […]

I hated my younger sister for working out that Santa Claus’ shopping list was written in our mother’s handwriting. She got it and I didn’t. Darn! I was embarrassed big-time because I should have sussed it out before her - after all I was older than her, so I should have been smarter than her. […]

Theological pride is not limited to the Scribes and the Pharisees from two thousand years ago. It’s alive and well thank you, all around me.