St Swithin's Day. Myth. Religious nonsense. Archaic

15th July.

"Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St Swithin's Day already? Tis replied Aunt Helga" (TheSimpsons)

St Swithun's /St Swithin's Day. Myth & superstition say that if it rains on St Swithin's Day, it will rain for 40 days & nights. Obviously nonsense. We now have the Science of Meteorology, weather apps and long range forecasts that make this kind of 'prophecy talk' archaic and laughable. Another modern day tradition based on outdated myths & the ramblings of our poorly educated, religiously brainwashed, technologically backward ancestors.

Swithun was Bishop of Winchester 1200years B.P and it is claimed that he did many 'miracles', mostly once he was dead. (Very convenient) He didn't do anything noteworthy during his lifetime and didn't actually do any 'miracles' because actual 'miracles' are not a real thing. Especially 'miracles' with eggs. He was dismembered and spread around churches by and for intellectually challenged individuals and cults. Myths & superstition have no place in modern society. Aunt Helga wouldn't be pleased.

'St Swithun's day if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain

St Swithun's day if thou be fair, For forty days 'twill rain nae mare'.

Or, ye could check the forecast.

Noah and his ark are fiction. If you believe otherwise, you are part of the problem. Religions.

If you believe literally in religious nonsense like the myth of #NoahsArk you are part of what is wrong with our world. Ignorant, brainwashed and moronic. It's a myth people. Grow up. A myth created by humans of very little understanding. Here's another made up, but more likely, version of the origins of such a tale....

Once upon a time in an underdeveloped society, far, far away there was a group of humans that had a very basic understanding of the world around them. They didn't understand the world or their place in it and they relied on tribal elders who made up random stories to help them make sense of the things they saw. They were fearful that the sun wouldn't rise, they thought that supernatural powers controlled the weather and that demons and monsters roamed the flat earth. They had very little knowledge.

One day, someone was walking up a hill somewhere and there, they found fossils and shells and evidence of previous life and they just couldn't get their primitive brains around what they were or how they could have got there. It made no sense to them as they had very little knowledge. So, they went to the tribal elders ( who enjoyed a life of privilege because they had nurtured fear and ignorance in those below them ).

"How can these animal bones have got to the top of the hill oh wise one?" asked the fearful and ignorant humans. Not in eloquent English obviously, but in some primitive form of language. The tribal elders decided that this was another great opportunity to reinforce their position as leaders so they told another story of a vengeful and destructive deity who would smite them unless they complied with the rules ( made up by the elders