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Tym razem dla moich milusińskich, krótka zabawa. Powsadzaj klocki z Kościołem Katolickim na oś czasu. Oto klocki:
KK w zlaicyzowanym świecie XX wieku KK za Lwa Tołstoja
KK w czasach nowożytnych KK za czasów Pinocheta
KK w średniowieczu KK z czasów wynalezienia klocków Lego
KK za czasów św. Augustyna
A teraz chwila na wyciągnięcie wniosków:
Koniec chwili.
Wnioski
Wydaje się, że skoro niewiara w katolickiego Boga przetrwała dłużej niż wiara w katolickiego Boga, to by mogli ci, co wierzą w katolickiego Boga, na temat niewiary w katolickiego Boga się nie wypowiadać. Skoro instytucja niewiary w katolickiego Boga jest tyle setek lat, od wiary w katolickiego Boga, starsza, to by mogli wierzący w katolickiego Boga, ze wstydu przed młodym wiekiem swojej wiary w katolickiego Boga, nieco pomilczeć. No bo cóż te wasze 2000 lat, wobec historii Ziemi.
Minie jak (przewlekły) katar
Uparty centrolewicowiec, niedogmatyczny liberał i gospodarczy i obyczajowy, skłaniający się raczej ku agnostycyzmowi, fan F.C. Barcelony choć nick upamiętnia Ferenca Puskasa gracza Realu Madryt email:
gamaj@onet.eu
About Ferenc Puskas: I was with (Bobby) Charlton, (Denis) Law and Puskás, we were coaching in a football academy in Australia. The youngsters we were coaching did not respect him including making fun of his weight and age...We decided to let the guys challenge a coach to hit the crossbar 10 times in a row, obviously they picked the old fat one. Law asked the kids how many they thought the old fat coach would get out of ten. Most said less than five. Best said ten. The old fat coach stepped up and hit nine in a row. For the tenth shot he scooped the ball in the air, bounced it off both shoulders and his head, then flicked it over with his heel and cannoned the ball off the crossbar on the volley. They all stood in silence then one kid asked who he was, I replied, "To you, his name is Mr. Puskás". George Best
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; 'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?' Everything he wrote was read, After certain years he won Sufficient money for his need, Friends that have been friends indeed; 'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?' All his happier dreams came true - A small old house, wife, daughter, son, Grounds where plum and cabbage grew, poets and Wits about him drew; 'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?' The work is done,' grown old he thought, 'According to my boyish plan; Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught, Something to perfection brought'; But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?' “What then”” William Butler Yeats
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