The Micks take it 6/6/2009
Here’s a physical extension of the old Catholic/Protestant dogs slurs kids hurled at each other in earlier generations.
It’s literally a ‘church signs’ debate, being played out in a southern US town, between the Catholic church and a Presbyterian church that face each other across a street.
From top to bottom you will see the response and counter-response over time.
Imagination-stifling and humourless political correctness has been enthusiastically adopted by latter-day wowser churches like the Uniting Church — an amalgamation of Presbyterians, Methodists and Congregationals.
Catholics, on the other hand — not all, mind you — are less inclined to wholeheartedly embrace dogma (birth control, for instance, where church leaders say no and congregations please themselves) and to see the funny side of things.
The papists get the joke here.











If I may be a theological bore; dog’s do have souls, but not immortal souls. So the Presbyterians are wrong, dogs do have souls. And the Catholics are wrong, dogs don’t go to heaven. But I can’t imagine a heaven without dogs, or horse racing for that matter. Banjo Paterson wrote a poem about horse racing in heaven, Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve which ends thus:
And surely the thoroughbred horses
Will rise up again and begin
Fresh races on far-away courses,
And p’raps they might let me slip in.
It would look rather well the race-card on
‘Mongst Cherubs and Seraphs and things,
`Angel Harrison’s black gelding Pardon,
Blue halo, white body and wings.’
And if they have racing hereafter,
(And who is to say they will not?)
When the cheers and the shouting and laughter
Proclaim that the battle grows hot;
As they come down the racecourse a-steering,
He’ll rush to the front, I believe;
And you’ll hear the great multitude cheering
For Pardon, the son of Reprieve.
How well I remember the chants of the Protestants at us when we attended a Catholic School, we were terrified of them and used to hide behind the brick wall of the local Milk Bar in Port Melbourne until they passed by, we would then get a good hiding from Mum for being late home. I am so wounded, I wonder who I can sue??
On one side of the family tree, two generations back, the priest came around to the farm asking for donations. My forebear, a Gallagher, told him to get stuffed and went and joined the local Presbyterians.
Now all it needs is for the Baptists to open up next door somewhere, and we really would have some “fire and brimstone” ?
Thanks for that Bernie.
Was classic.
Brilliant, David, I’d forgotten that gem. Bugger rugby, I’m sure the sport they enjoy most in heaven is the gallops. Although I don’t know what they do for jockeys. Surely all those thieving midgets go straight to hell
I lost the thread where the Presbies brought rocks into it. Where did that come from?
In some country towns in WA the left-footers were let out of school 15 minutes early so they could get home before the the proddies got loose.
It would be a sure bet the catholic church would have a greater rate of child sex abuse and pedophile priests .
One can hang shit on the uniting church but one should look in their own backyards before abusing others.
having said that the Uniting church is not perfect but its a far cry from those who wish to cover sex crimes against children.
The Catholic church is a pagan religion.
Its funny. But its also fake. Someone used an online church sign generator program to produce the signs. Google it for confirmation.
Suspected that, but as you say, it’s funny.
I know these photos are a joke however I believe that hypercritical Frank must be answered and my response is not to condone or excuse sexual abuse by anybody Catholic, Proteseant, Black, Yellow or White it is only to expose hypocritically people like Frank.
Frank next time, before you take pen to paper you may like to Google (or ask your mates) names such as Bob Collins, Keith Wright, Bill D’Arcy and Milton Orkopoulos, please do not forget to tell us that they all belonged to the Labor Party and were Labor MPs.
My children are not aware of the depth of division between the two sects. Penola, a town of about 2000 people, had a State School, and St Joseph’s. There were 2 distinct tuck-shops. We never mingled with/played against St Jo’s; our R.E. lessons took us to the Anglican, Methodist and Presbyterian churches, but never to St Jo’s.
Which reminds me of the reason why there is a dirty great wall in Heaven, between the Catholics and the others … so that the Catholics will think they are the only ones there! (Joke, Joyce).
As for souls, my reading of Don Camillo (years ago) referred to the valley of the Po, “where even the dogs had souls”. That settles it.
Thomas, I think the Micks will have the ultimate glory in Penola with the town highly likely to produce Australia’s first saint. And what a lovely little place it is, too. The bride and I spent a most enjoyable day there around the New Year, inspecting the Mary McK museum and nearby cottages. Some fine wines were procured also.
Bernie – pleased you liked the home-town. And if Mary is elevated to saint-hood, I might toss my dusty little office with its stingy ray of sunlight, and head home. I am certain that Mary McKillop drank from a well on grad-dad’s farm, so being an avaricious and none too proud proddie, I will be selling bottles of holy water!
Bernie, I was thinking about the absence of jockeys in heaven. Because in the heavenly realm we have no physical bodies we could all ride at zero stone and zero pounds (not zero kilograms.) The handicappers would have to put a lot of lead in the saddles. I am also sure that heavenly races are run over furlongs and not metres.
And these would be the horses ridden, David. The preferred gasper of the late Sir Henry Bolte, I believe.
Slatts,
Are these signs your invention?
Here’s link to one that I wrote some time ago.
Well, Wand, is there nothing that can’t be found on the internet? As I wrote earlier in these comments I suspected they may have been a hoax, but they’re damn funny, nevertheless. PS, your second link is not working.
Slatts,
Here’s the link again. Hope it works