of the series. "On Thursday, paella"
already mounted the new scandal magufo: James Cameron will take around a movie (documentary , dares to call it) in which he argues that the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth has been found close to his wife's (sic) Mary Magdalene and their son (sic, too.) And as in the tomb in question says that more bodies might think that the Christian Savior was accompanied by colleagues Pétanque in transit to the afterlife.
course, all of a tall tale. A Chinese story, as usual, raise a million dollars because it is old proverb stultus infinitum est numerus, so if the illiterate (material, functional and rest of the guild) fly, no way to see sunlight. What, if not, would live birds as Iker Casillas (oops, sorry: I meant Jiménez) and other parasites?
Anyone with an ounce of something above the eyebrows and intuition that science is not done peliculazo clean, either with two fingers above the eyebrow thing and intuition that when you want put into question a historical theory is that good research documenting, explaining, for starters, the procedure used in her collection and processing of evidence and the thread that leads to the subsequent conclusions. And I fell short.
The existence of Jesus Christ is demonstrated in terms of historical research, there is no contemporary documents relating to him or the circumstances which enveloped his life, which is rare, especially considering that some of those facts could go unnoticed: the massacre of the innocents, the earthquake and the darkening of the day and the resurrection of the dead at the time of his death, a few examples, it seems that are made traumatic enough to leave behind any documentation and, of course, leaving a long historical memory for generations. And we know that, apart from the contents of the Gospels officers (three of whose four authors were not even contemporary with Jesus) and in an indirect reference and further away (by the mouth of others) of the Judeo-Roman historian Flavius \u200b\u200bJosephus (and not Nor is it clear that this reference is quite true: it seems it could have been intoduced post in the works of Josephus), nothing more. So many extraordinary things and there is no reference whatsoever scientifically sign of the author and originator.
Christ-like every religious phenomenon is a matter of faith. And when faith and science attempt to mediate one or the other, conflict arises: faith denies the most obvious evidence and clear and science attempts to render meaningless a faith that is held in a long tradition, in social and and a collective-long education and incisive about-personally-without the rational (in a non-pejorative use of terms) plays an important role. No one can have faith and be rational in front of her, because no (no!) Faith stand up to the rational. This was what Thomas Aquinas himself when he saw that there was no demonstration rational for the Christian faith and, moreover, was not compatible. Let me explain (a little to the thread), no one has faith in a chair: the chair is there, it is clear and obvious. If it were to prove scientifically the existence of God, faith would end, there would be material evidence before it, would end individual freedom enjoyed by the human being in accordance with Catholic doctrine. Scientific God, real, clear and manifest, it would be philosophically and religiously incompatible with Catholic faith (and any other faith.)
But if, despite all attempts to prove the existence or nonexistence of God and / or any of the mysteries surrounding his faith organized, there an ethical obligation in the scientific and social, to conduct rigorous research. The little movies add nothing to the science and bring unnecessary distress to the believers. Sorry, it does provide: many millions of dollars into the pockets of the forger fools.
But ... Who are we talking about? We are talking about this guy Cameron in which curriculum is the hodgepodge of film that titled "Titanic" . And I say crappy knowingly with me because I had to swallow half on one occasion. I had to go to Zaragoza, a few years ago, my family still there and the car-train and not having time conditions appropriate, so I took these infect buses that travel (there is a little less nasty thing called "supra-class", but passed as the trains: there are few) and, as I imagined the cloth, took my discman loaded with MP3 CD packed with baroque music (the Discman was not Sony, but questions marks and names of the guild I care about the same as all the appropriation as a whole: three balls) and a good book go throwing three hours p'alante Catalan-steppe that separates the two main cities of the old Crown. I waited to see what movie vomit and, man, it seems not a bad start (and yes began badly, then tell you why through a link) with a more or less scientific roll on the Titanic and its sinking, which seems to piss off a citizen acting as Methuselah shipwreck survivor. So maybe five or ten minutes (do not think so, but ...) of interest. Then tatachán, studs, and the credits begin to see mindundis polyurethane everywhere, making the perfect asshole: the Leonardo of something and another relative, whose name, if I come to know, I do not remember-doing I propio.Total I got into reading and the Brandenburg Concertos and went from stupid to one of the final scenes, which caught my attention, find out why, maybe I could see some effect from the corner of the eye (or the grid of the tabs, rather). It see the amount of nonsense that contains the film in the technical-scientific and documentary, is the passport of seriousness of Cameron's nose. But the fatter stupidity in all senses, not on the link to the Wikipedia and is on that stretch almost the end to which I refer. The merlucillo tells me to go with him stupid, he knows a trick to get away with brown, and so are placed both in the stern, on the railing, and when the stern, and in perfect vertical-in the movie: in reality, I was not sinking, they, in the absence of a few metritos to reach the water ... jump. Go! Yes, sir, give a little jump, groundnuts, water, and smoke a cigar while a pile of hundreds, if not thousands, of tonnes dives under her very feet. Breathtaking.
scrotumtightening and, moreover, nothing original. Because something like that and I saw it years ago Zumalacárregui communion in a " Mortadelo and Philemon " but as an aircraft, the plane drops like a stone and is going to crash and then tells Mortadelo your boss has an idea for not be the cake, so that lie at the tip of the wing and when there are two or three meters to the smack ... simply skipped. And as one of Bilbao, ahivalahostia, shaking the clothes I just got here.
But Ibanez intended to make us laugh with obvious bullshit, the spendthrift of films intended that we take seriously the same crap. And that indigent
cultural
you explain to a little movie where Jesus is buried, his wife, his son and all the winch buddies who played with him mus.
Anda ya, so gilipuertas ...
A long post, this first, almost eating the paella herself, but there are a couple of things that would not stop commenting. Try to be brief. ____________________
For today convened a mobile blackout to protest the rate scam, in clear agreement olipolístico have imposed the three companies with network. And speak in its place and time, if I can, and should, in this day, its antecedents and its consequences. But it has left me speechless the accession expressed the Minister of Industry, Justice and do not know what else , the illustrious, ineffable and never well weighted Joan Clos.
I hallucinate. How can a minister take sides in such a thing? You have to make a minister, if so clear is who is committing a blunder, is tackling the problem. But what ever can make a public minister is taking a personal party in a civil conflict that confronts two interests that start, are legal.
Who and where did they got this guy? I do not understand. Despite the years that I've been unhappy as mayor of my city (and expected to heir, which does not bode well at all) can not understand how you can be so incompetent and how you can put the Thus leg.
Within days, his ministry must decide, along with the Dixie the amount and scope of the digital canon. In times of Montilla, we might expect (with great caution and reserve, eye, but we expect) a certain defense of the interests of citizens to be attacked with fury by the ministresa in question as the spearhead of the whole silly soup in the middle. In Clos, scares me.
No, sorry: I do not feel any fear. There is no fear when you know for sure the fate that awaits us. Only in equal parts, anger, resignation and purpose of relentless combat.
We are ready.
Leo so now that De Juana Chaos rhea for your home. The Government has therefore given up, and gave in when pressured by public opinion, just in anger but ignorant of the reason, called for legal barbarity keep him in prison and out despite having completed his sentence beyond doubt legal. If I had strictly enforced the law before, not had to do it now. Also, now, not appease the public or prevent the martyrdom of De Juana, it is clear that, more or less short term, this guy dies.
How well have these minds in low-income Government! What a shame!
now says there that the victims' associations are desolate and goats. If instead of functioning as buffalo had been driven as thinking human beings, have complained for a year releasing a murderer of the worst kind with only 18 in prison, but had preserved the priceless value of power and submission public opinion on the legality and now, years are 19, but the is sheathed grab. And the fault-IQ-only government besides them.
You know my favorite saying: the truth sucks, but curries.
And we will go deeper into the last month of a winter that has not been anything that does not happen this summer. Next Thursday will be day 8 and again to be here playing hard, but I'm a bit precarious means, and explain why bitacoriles next entries.
Until then, "the hassle" ride on ...
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