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That sounds bit like politics. One of our Territories was given self government against the express wishes of the residents of the Territory who voted overwhelmingly against being self governing (it seems they figured that the system they had wasn't broke so they didn't want to fiddle with it, now self government has come, the system is very broke, both literally and figuratively).

Anyway, hundreds of tiny parties were formed and some of them had wonderful names. The Rich Red Ripe Tomato Party, the Party Party Party Party, the Sun Dried Tomato Party and various other similarly strange names.

These parties all registered and did the requisite things under the Electoral Act so there they all were, listed on an enormous election paper. The residents joined in the fun and some of these parties actually got a reasonable voter response but I don't recall one of them turning up at subsequent elections.

You just need some mud outside the front door and the Shih Tzu could become very useful (see below).

They are my most loathed invaders too, but I give them no quarter. They turn up here once every few years. The man always stays in the car (what a Hero!) while the woman drags their poor little kids out of the car looking spotless with nice (longish) little frocks and lacy socks.

My dogs (2 Jack Russells and a Cavalier King Charles) hear the car before it crosses the cattle grate into our house garden and they just about beat the door down to get out.

I fight them off to stick my head out the door to see who has arrived but when I know who it is (the religious tracts can be spotted, clutched in the wife's hand) the dogs are allowed out barking their heads off and throwing themselves down the stairs to get to the visitors.

The wife sees them coming but is resolute, but the poor wee mites cower behind the wife's skirts, terrified.

My dogs don't want to bite them, they want to welcome them, get their heads patted and tummies scratched and show the visitors where the silverware is stored.

But the inevitable happens of course, because I don't make any attempt to restrain the boys in their biggest and bestest welcome act. Being exhuberant farm dogs with filthy paws the poor wee mites leave with filthy dresses and socks and never having given my boys even the smallest pat or smile.

The boys are disappointed, but I figure that the encounter has come out about even in the scoring stakes.

:-)) Do you really think that will put them off?

Probably not, but you could try what my younger son did when he was about 8. He took some sidewalk chalk and drew a "CSI" type outline on the walk to our porch steps. He drew a sprawled baby and put the outline of a bottle about two feet away. You should have seen the look on the letter carrier's face. ROFLOL!!!

Yeahbut, the Hogfather is just a reiteration of the Santa Claus phenomenon rather than being a deity in and of himself. You would have to look at the Great God Om (holy horns) or Blind Io or one of the many others if you wanted to compare like for like. ;-)

It's easiest to start with the unsupported assumption that you exist. If you don't exist, the rest of the exercise is pointless, so you might as well assume that you do.

Of course, I'm making the unsupported assumption that "pointless" is a reason to stop . . .

Now THAT is a seriously good idea! What a pity I have a gravel driveway.

Clam or marinara?

Beverly

ROTFLOL!

Maybe, but only if they can see.... AND comprehend.

Beverly

Spray paint! The upside-down cans the utilities folks use.

Beverly

I stink, therefore I am. ;-)

I favor marinara. Red sauces of all kinds, actually. Of course, there are times that the pasta calls for a white sauce.....

Good grief! I had just drafted a response saying that this was a bit too deep for me and I was going to stick with "I think, therefore I am". I'll now go and kill my response, but I do think it quite amazing that we both thought of the same thing!

So, I suppose you'd put that on linguine??? ;-þ

Beverly

But clam has has such a delightful stinky odor Juno

I must be getting tired. I thought that was "lingerie" at first glance. Linguine or penne would be good.

It stinks, therefore it is.

I think this pun-cascade has about run out of seam...

;-)

Beverly

Hmm, there are some who'd argue that religion can come in many forms, some of them having little or no relationship to theology. But they may result in the worship of false gods.

Some would argue that all gods are false.