Another 'Man-Made' Bible Version To Suit Yet Another Agenda - But Do Women Have A Point?

Ah, good.. Another Bible version with its own 'interpretations'. Having been passed down via fireside word-of-mouth stories around the Middle East for over 1000 years pre-Jesus, before being written down piecemeal by believers in Archaic Hebrew into Aramaic (the language Jesus allegedly spoke which ironically became Arabic), then into Ancient Greek, into Modern Greek into Latin into 'Ancient' English (Anglo-Saxon), and much later 'Modern' English, of which there are dozens of selective translations down the years, none of which relate to the original texts and meanings.  So perhaps it's time for yet another version?

Whilst they're at it, perhaps they aught to 're-interpret' all the narcissistic, arrogant, self-serving, attention seeking, racist, "sing and go down on your knees to Me" Godly Commands. Not to mention incitement to murder, rape and plunder (including instructing numerous wars against all but a 'chosen few').  Directives for fathers to sacrifice their own sons on alters of fire, bizarrely and macabrely having His own son nailed to a cross for the sake of all 'our' sins (ironically his own creations in his own image..)..  This is the stuff of a blood thirsty horror movie!

OK, having said that, perhaps The Bible should be banned altogether for inappropriateness or at least rewritten entirely by real peace loving, truly compassionate, non-sexually inhibited, non-self serving, non-xenophobic, non-racist, non-sexist, non-agenda enslaved poets and writers..?  I think the time is nigh.. 

https://www.enca.com/life/theologians-join-forces-draft-womens-bible

The Non-romance of War and the Irony of Celebrating It

With all the past weekend's 'celebrations' of war (WWI in particular), it brought to mind the fact that perhaps the non-romantic realities of war are still all too fresh in the minds of my generation of South African men, who not too long ago were fresh-faced 18 year olds finishing Matric, and about to have a rifle shoved in our hands, with the chance of never coming back. Many didn't, and many more who did, were never the same again..

I don't see war as a celebration in any make or form, and this poem by Siegfried Sassoon puts it rather succinctly for me:

"You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye - 
Who cheer when soldier lads march by -
Sneak home and pray you'll never know -
The hell where youth and laughter go."

The author during the Angolan and Cold Wars 1985 / His Great Grandfather Nathan McLeod circa 1920 who served in both WWI & WWII