Bye for now

Trump won and is in the process of "losing his mind" big time, mostly by berating or insulting other countries; meanwhile, Europe is fucked, the world is becoming a toxic and fascist nightmare, the whole of Africa is reverting to corrupt tribalism, China must remember that repressing millions is ultimately futile and Putin is running a once proud population into the ground, making friends with and giving sanctuary to other "leaders" of disrepute, not forgetting Israel who seem to be brewing a regional war for themselves whilst Trump, as pathologically eager as ever to keep himself in the front page headlines, has joined in. He and his cronies are beyond words, signalling that they want their quarter of the influential areas of the world, China can take theirs, Russia theirs and Europe can muddle their way to theirs.  

You get my drift. I'm going back to reading books and listening to my music in a fairly simple, isolated life.  

Bye for now.  

Gut reaction

This article popped up for me and crystalized my thoughts into a simple statement. "Fuck that, just send him home", as did a news report about an illegal immigrant still applying for asylum (from what?), who has been jailed for espousing and glorifying terrorism. Don't jail this parasite, just force him back to Turkey.

We don't need people like this importing their fights, their bigotry, their sob-stories, their desires, their criminality, their lack of comprehension about their newly desired social norms, their rabid religious inclinations, their "tribal" and "ethno-centric" aspirations for themselves but not the women around them, nor anyone else who is not like them.

To the British government I repeat myself - grow a pair, stop being nice to anyone who rocks up illegally, or those that facilitate their uninvited arrival. Block any appeal that they or their parasitic legal teams come up with and stop pandering to thought's of being "fair" - life isn't fair and gratuitous charity just leads to dependence or further deceptions. 

If the UK were likened to a ship, the crew are reaching mutiny because the captain will not repel boarders.

I don't want to feel like this!

The Spanish enclave of Ceuta was recently "invaded" by over 60,000 co-ordinated migrants in one day. They over-ran local border protocols and seemingly proved that mass invasion is a way to arrive, smothering local authorities and thereby "escaping" into the indigenous population.. A BBC reporter was there at the time and it is alarming to see such an invasion, which should make many "captains" begin to worry, for fear of mutiny.

From this invasion has come friction between Spain and Italy, which will be interesting to follow, especially so now that those illegal immigrants are flexing "their rights" and inducing violence, amid claims of  rape and sexual assaults. Ceuta is the whole of Europe in microcosm!

I've just read this post back to myself and never thought I could endorse such thoughts, but I am sick to death of  hearing the incessant drip of the national mantra that we must help such parasitic and needy peoples of the world. If arriving from a war zone house them as "guests" then repatriate them as one would prisoners of war. 

At the age of 68 I'm almost ashamed, but actuality has pushed me here.

Why come to us to for sanctuary as you "fight" your hate-fuelled cause?

FALLOW FIELD

This poem comments on promotion based merely upon 

aspiration, without regard to life's related sacrifices. 

I clawed the crumbling rocks.
Through the frosty mists I crawled
until spent and resigned to fail.
I cut my hands and tore my nails
for the ledge I had to find,
then finding I fell.
I awoke on my ledge to a feeling of loss;
cold: no more I viewed the fallow field
and lost I was, as up they came.
From my ledge they were small,
but having my scent they surged on and up
some falling, some jumping,
they thinned to a threatening few,
and panic with dread of losing my ledge
launched me to climb again;
higher and higher 'til my air thinned
where few could live
and to see the field was marred by the giddying heights,
but I saw the summit and I saw the man,
he beckoned as I wearily ran.
I nearly reached him; but too late,
or just not soon enough?
He jumped.
Plummeted to reality,
to life and friends in the fallow field.

This woman knows what I mean

Cake know what I mean

The start of it. 
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