There is no Holy Mother

... and neither there is a god.

Obviously, hm?

Or why do so many criminal bastards reign in such many countries? 

Probably each of them and all (!) their toadies need to die, at once.

Good luck!

The fields of ...

... selfhood.

Scrap dealer's passing

Lucrative job in a throwaway society.
Obviously.
Three scrap dealers each Saturday
are passing the village at walking pace.
One of them twice a week.
The petrol price? Peanuts. Obviously.

Wild beauty

Friday is Skyday

Crossing the road

... or
dancing in the rain.