@izzythepush,
Quote:Stoke have very little to play for, they've already achieved what teams like that focus on, and that's survival.
They have prize money to play for. I think it's about £800,ooo a place. Which is probably not much for the players. So the happily married men who prefer to get home from away matches and take the wife out on a social evening with their usual friends, the Christians, will prefer Bolton to stay up.
On the other hand the single guys and the not so happily married men might prefer a hedonistic evening in the promiscuous sweats of the capital, which Boris Johnson manages, and which are not hard to find for such handsome heroes of The Premier League which everybody agrees is the toughest league there is, and to arrive back in Stoke on Tuesday in time for training.
I think of those guys as working men. Sandwich board men. In uniform. The only difference between them and prostitutes is that they use a different set of muscles to entertain the punters.
And an atheist and an agnostic have no way of differentiating between the rights and wrongs of the operation of various aspects of the musculature structure of the human body without recourse to Christian principles. To condemn prostitution and praise professional sportsmen is bang-at-it, flat-out, male chauvinist misogyny of the worst stripe as any intelligent prostitute will tell you.
What possible scientific criteria could differentiate the professional use of the muscles to slake the various thirsts of the marketplace?
And politicians too. A man who will not hire out his muscles for money does roughly what I do now I am retired. Which is laze about all day watching the manifold manifestations of the world as they come to me, and not always being welcomed, performing the usual offices, and enough of a PT exercise to make me pant a little, which medical experts say is worth the suffering, with intervals of about 10 hours bed rest.
Proust could do 1,000 pages on the subject. And fm says I do run on sentences. You can tell he hasn't read Proust. A very sad omission in any intelligent person's education imo.
All of which puts atheists and agnostics in a bit of a fix. All counter-cultures end up in a fix. The rolling wave of Destiny tosses aside flavour of the month, year, decade, century, millenium or epoch hysterias like a breaker does a plastic bottle.
Or, as my old dad used often to say when watching the dramatic events taking place in faraway places on the TV--"It'll aw cum aaht int'wesh (wash).