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Friday, 7 October 2011
AD or CE?
Most political correctness really makes me puke.
All my life, 'years' have been classified as either BC or AD; now for some bizarre reason the PC brigade think it must be changed to BCE (before common era), and CE (common era).
I'm no God botherer, but can someone PLEASE explain to me, when in the near future we are all obliged to refer to 10 BCE and 10 CE , what will be the dividing point? If, as I presume, the dividing line will continue to be the attributed date for the birth of Christ, then everything stays the same. So why on earth pretend to change the unchanging?
May I suggest an even more (Muslim friendly) politically correct version. How about for 'BC', BCEBCMMETM (before common era, before Christ, and much much earlier than Mohammed), and for 'AD', CEADHMBM (common era, anno domini, and half a millennium before Mohammed). Failing that, why not call next year 'YEAR ONE'; forget the whole stupid bloody PC nonsense, and start from bloody scratch!
p.s. I've just heard that they're now trying to do away with GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) as well...... is nothing bloody sacred. I'm bloody furious!
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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