(0547) A good sleep, still too dark to check conditions out there. In this post below is a rationale, an approach to steering the good ship Unherdables along its wide river as it navigates the Easter, Triduum and Resurrection Day Straits, carrying its motley crew in relative safety through well dredged channels down the centre of the straits. (0724)

 

That opener above fancifully imagines that we sailed around a rocky promontory in 2024, guided by a beacon, a lighthouse:

… and put in for repairs near this tavern complex behind the lighthouse, by a safe harbour for now, an occasional haven for some, a bit more for others, esp. those now of a certain age after our travels:

Back from the lighthouse and tavern proper, with its outhouses, cabins, stables, tavern, chapel and carpark are the river and track, dotted along the way up into the hills with unsociable curmudgeons in huts:

… and on houseboats:

River regulations of the land demand all craft keep moving … they can drop passengers off but not permanently moor along the way.

It’s a creaky, flawed analogy, allegory if you like, and it applies to crew, staff and passengers alike. We are so disparate in backgrounds that the creaky ole landlord, doubling as a riverboat skipper, provides as many side havens as possible (you see them in the navbar) but one enforced rule aboard is civility towards other passengers.

If that sounds wishy-washy, it’s actually the opposite. Anathema are any trying to climb aboard who are known troublemakers, those mindlessly duped by Woke narrative, or trolls of the globopsycho occupiers of our land … even those of our faith, the heritage of the land who have gone down denominational byways and start insisting the rest do it exactly as they do.

The central and overriding rule is to not constantly incommode others onboard, on pain of being thrown overboard … no caterwauling nor carrying on with insufferable alien rituals … except at auspicious points along the river, such as its Easter Straits … later, there are its cricket and baseball fields, other taverns etc. etc.

From the very start of the ocean voyage which after the alien attack off the rocky promontory necessitated that the good ship put into harbour, all aboard staying awhile by the tavern, thence the riverboat trip, the landlord demanded that even the underpinning faith of the land, which of course was fine in itself, one which men, women and children had died for in the past, was not to be pushed and pushed ad nauseam, fanatically. By all means come along to a tavern discussion and put your views but keep it civil.

At certain points along the river though, e.g. the Easter Straits … wwweeeeeellllll, those onboard are obviously going to hear and see its trappings, e.g. the three day triduum commemoration … and so what? If those aboard can’t tolerate that part of the journey, then alight, go hunting in the forest or whatever until we’re through the Easter Straits.

About the only exception to this … and yes we are consistently for our own western native culture … is to start insisting on “equal time” for other primitive, alien cultures over ours … you want that, then alight and make your way back to your own lands to wallow in those, just don’t lay them on us. You knew what this land was where we found harbour … so respect that land please. Thus spake the landlord, himself in thrall to his own Lord.

The Easter/Resurrection Triduum

Our Steve has kindly supplied, under the post here, a simple statement of faith which I’ll be using elsewhere as we go along, e.g. on X, in parts.

It’s as far as we’re going in public … if you want more denominationally refined detail, then alight at the next landing and make your way up the track to your denomination’s property, we’ll collect you again on the boat’s return journey to the harbour.

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Actually, back to RL for a mo 🤔 that did happen to my gal and me on a riverboat trip in Russia … we were going from our town to St Peterburg (alliterating the Russian) and part of that journey crossed a lake and at the end of that lake was an island called Valaam, which was not unlike an Orthodox monastery … all very interesting.

The most respectful passengers were possibly the Japanese … just a few, not in hordes. The only hordes were Russians themselves.