Thursday, 23 November 2006

The desert drives men mad

This - below - comes from a subscription-only site so I've had to put the whole thing here. Doesn't make it any less true though.

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What is it about a desert that drives men mad?

On Monday morning the prime minister stood on the Afghan sand and said: "Here in this extraordinary piece of desert is where the fate of world security in the early 21st century is going to be decided."

Tony Blair was talking to soldiers he had sent to fight the toughest guerrillas on earth for control of southern Afghanistan. He told them: "Your defeat [of the Taliban] is not just on behalf of the people of Afghanistan but the people of Britain ... We have got to stay for as long as it takes."

The prime minister's brain has clearly lost touch with reality. Even under the Raj there was no conceivable way Britain could conquer and hold the arc of territory to which Blair was referring. It stretches from the Persian Gulf through Iranian Baluchistan and Afghanistan to Pakistan. No central government has come near to controlling this region, and its aversion to outside intervention is ageless and ruthless, currently fuelled by the world's voracious appetite for oil and opium. But it poses no threat to world security.

The sole basis for Blair's statement is Mullah Omar's hospitality to the fanatic, Osama bin Laden, at the end of the 1990s. As we now know, this was never popular (an Arab among Pashtuns); after 9/11, when the Taliban had collaborated with the west over opium, either Bin Laden would eventually have had to leave or the Tajiks would have taken revenge for his killing of their leader, Sheikh Massoud. Even the Pakistanis were on his tail. Either way, Talib Afghanistan was no more a "threat" after 9/11 than were the American flying schools at which the 9/11 perpetrators trained.

So what is Blair getting at? He once confessed to his hero, Roy Jenkins, that he regretted not having studied history at Oxford. He never spoke a truer word. The concept of world security as holistic and vulnerable to incidents such as 9/11 is nonsensical. Politics is not a variant of the Gaia thesis, in which each component of an ecosystem depends on and responds to every other. There is no butterfly effect in international relations. For want of a victory in Helmand, the Middle East is not lost, nor for want of victory in the Middle East is western civilisation lost.

This is as well, since Blair's resumed war in Afghanistan is clearly not being won. We know from the former army chief Lord Guthrie that Blair, despite promising to "give the army anything it takes", has refused the extra troops and armour needed by the pathetically small expeditionary force of 7,000 in Helmand. He has already had to switch tactics from winning hearts and minds to American-style "search and destroy", blowing up villages with 1,000lb bombs (as we saw on TV last week). British commanders are describing "successes" in terms of enemy kills. They should recall that Victorian officers in the Punjab were told that such boasts would be treated as a sign of failure, not success. Such killings infuriated the population and presaged revenge attacks. Has the British army learned nothing?

Blair has not been able to persuade his Nato allies in Europe of his apocalyptic world-view. The use of the word terrorism to imply some grand military offensive against the west may sound good in White House national security documents and Downing Street speeches. But terrorism is not an enemy or an ideology, let alone a country or an army. It is a weapon, like a gun or a bomb. It is not something that can be defeated, only guarded against.

Nor can terrorism ever win. Blair's flattering reference to it was in reality to al-Qaida and to the Islamist jihadism whose cause he has so incessantly advertised. As the American strategist Louise Richardson points out in What Terrorists Want, al-Qaida has not the remotest chance of defeating the west or undermining its civilisation.

Only a deranged paranoid could think that. Some group or other will always look for ways to commit random killings, against which national security services need to be vigilant. But this is not war. Richardson points out that these groups are being grotesquely overrated. They cannot plausibly deploy weapons of true mass destruction, and remain stuck with the oldest terrorist tool of all, the man with a bomb (and if we are really negligent, with a plane).

While terrorism can take on different guises, it is not new and is not a threat to human society to rank with a world war or a nuclear holocaust - as the home secretary, John Reid, has absurdly claimed. Terrorist incidents are the outcome of someone's mental pathology and are of no political significance - unless cynical leaders in a targeted community choose otherwise.

What is sad about Blair's statement is not its strategic naivety but the psychology behind it. Why have the leaders of Britain and America felt driven to adopt so wildly distorted a concept of menace? In an analysis of terrorism in the latest New York Review of Books, Max Rodenbeck offers plausible but depressing answers. They include the short-term popularity that war offers democratic leaders, the yearning of defence chiefs and industries to prove the worth of expensive kit and, in Iraq's case, "the influence of neoconservatives and of the pro-Israeli lobby, seeing a chance to set a superpower on Israel's enemies".

All this is true, but I sense a deeper disconnect. The west is ruled by a generation of leaders with no experience of war or its threat. Blair and his team cannot recall the aftermath of the second world war, and in the cold war they rushed to join CND. They were distant from those real global horrors. Yet now in power they seem to crave an enemy of equivalent monstrosity. Modern government has a big hole in its ego, yearning to be filled by something called a "threat to security".

After 1990 many hoped that an age of stable peace might dawn. Rich nations might disarm and combine to help the poor, advancing the cause of global responsibility. Instead two of history's most internationalist states, America and Britain, have returned to the trough of conflict, chasing a chimera of "world terrorism", and at ludicrous expense. They have brought death and destruction to a part of the globe that posed no strategic threat. Now one of them, Tony Blair, stands in a patch of desert to claim that "world security in the 21st century" depends on which warlord controls it. Was anything so demented?

Wednesday, 22 November 2006

Gotcha! (or maybe not?)

Another tool towards crime detection. Your Fingerprints Taken At Roadside. Seems OK to me but does sort of assume that driving a car is inherently criminal. So far as I know, neither my or my wife's fingerprints are on record anywhere. There is not likely to be any record of my son's or daughter's prints or those of their partners. Just a quick and casual inquiry amongst some ten or so friends gave the same result. So, about 20 or so for whom a roadside check would be ineffective. If my prints are not on file, slightly more incentive to give false address.
So, money spent. Police effort and time used in checking for positive findings. Low level of positive results. Guess what next happens?
Additional pressure for the prompt introduction of ID Cards with everyone having prints on file. One way or another, democracy is slightly circumvented. I happen to be in favour of ID cards but would prefer that their introduction be achieved with less secret police methods.

My principles won't let me

Unfortunately, the language used in this comment on today's attitudes is redolent of a member of the BNP but, that aside, illustrates the sort of thing that merely adds to the prejudice towards newcomers.

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We do not want the fruit. It might be against someone's religious beliefs. I think. Maybe. Can I have three Lucky Dips please?

Alice through the keyhole

The gubmint seems always to be seeking ways to spend yet more money it does not have to deal in a manner we do not want regarding problems that do not exist. They now seek to produce a database covering every teenager in the land. The claim is that it will assist in parenting as well as protecting vulnerable children.
Given that B'Liar's eldest son had to be dragged off the streets when drunker than a tick, allied to the open secret that he had to use his spinners to cover details of his daughter's suicide attempt, one can see his - and the wide mouth frog's - interest in the matter. But, why force everyone to be covered? It is not as if the existing agencies are a shining light where it comes to protecting kids at risk. As recently as 2004 they brought in a Childrens' Act which was supposed to cover everything the new database aims to fix.

Tuesday, 21 November 2006

Better than Big Bubba in the showers

Given his record for assaulting women, it seems strange that Mike Tyson should be seen as the star 'turn' in a legal brothel. The thrill of that earth moving moment must be reduced when one is concentrating on keeping one's ear lobes away from his grinding teeth.

I was taken in by his sheer masculinity in those days before the money ate into his brain. Regardless of how one saw boxing - as a sport or as an demeaning exhibition of brutality - he was a champion at what he did. Shame he threw it all away. His descent into rented stallion must be the end of any faint shred of admiration.

Little green-eyed God

Every so often I come across a blog that makes me wish I could start all over again with the knowledge I have now. Reading Fred (below) always has the effect that I wish I were he. He seems to have his life sorted. He has obviously had demons but they are all in that place demons go when defeated.

Don't just read the item I've highlighted. Scroll back through his work. A life I missed. Damn!

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At peace with the world, I think

Voice of sanity

We seem to live in a world of drama queens. Almost anything can attract the attention of the media and is instantly transformed into something likely to shatter the world as we know it. So, it is nice every so often to come across someone with the ability and willingness to impost the voice of sanity. Such as this example -

"The Sun is working itself into a lather this morning; the opinion column says it all:-
PAEDOPHILES are the lowest of the low.

Any police chief who disagrees should be stripped of their badge and sent packing. We are astonished at the naivety of Chief Constable Terry Grange. He says that sex with children between the ages of 13 and 16 is a grey area.There is nothing grey about this area. Sex with anyone under the age of 16 is illegal. Grange says his remarks were aimed at 16-year-old boys having sex with their 15-year-old girlfriends. But anyone in such a position of authority should know better. His comments are not only ridiculous; they are downright dangerous.

Paedophiles are sick people. They crave justification for the evil they do. Many teenagers are at their most vulnerable precisely from perverts who exploit that grey area described by the Chief Constable. The law should be there to protect the young from those who would prey on them. There is no excusing Grange's outrageous and irresponsible remarks. They play right into the hands of the manipulative scum who abuse our children for their sick pleasure. He doesn't just carry out the law of the land - he IS the law of the land. He should be sacked this morning. Any judge or magistrate knows that the age gap is crucial in cases of under-age sex. The police and CPS have protocols for these cases, mostly reasoning that the law does well to keep its big flat feet out of this area. A 17 year-old boy with a 14 year-old girlfriend is not a paedophile. Most teenage girls would not be seen dead with a boy who was not a couple of years older than themselves, and there is street kudos to be gained from a 'cool' 18 year-old, especially if he has a car. 14 year-old boys are awkward, insecure, shambling, sniggering creatures (trust me, I used to be one) and it is hardly surprising that girls, who grow up faster, look to older boys.Of course there comes a point at which the age gap is too wide to be proper. That point is not rigidly defined, but anyone looking at a particular case will know it when he sees it. The Chief Constable's point is a sensible one, and is no more than a restatement of current practice. He is right to say that the word Paedophile should be reserved for those mature adults with an interest in pre-pubescent children. Over-use has now so devalued the word that it is used as an all-purpose playground insult, following in the ignoble footsteps of 'spastic' 'retard' and the rest.

A Sun graduate traineeship is among the most coveted in journalism. The paper recruits the brightest and the best. The journalists know as well as I that the opinion piece above is, bluntly, bollocks. How very cynical, to employ educated people to construct deliberately misleading articles calculated to pander to the mob. Yuk. PS - is a Chief constable really the law of the land? Are you quite sure about that, over there in Wapping?"


Going home - job left unfinished

My days of involvement in dealing with terrorism are long gone. The technical equipment is almost beyond my understanding. Motivation of both terorists and those who resist it is a vastly different creature to the one I knew.

All that said, I feel that I have to comment on an item written by someone who is in today's struggle for freedom and sanity.

He talks about the concept of losing. "What frustrates me most of all is the number of Americans that are rooting for us to lose. From media, to politicians and political pundits, to folks who just have no clue but put on airs of knowing all, there is a definite segment of the American population who genuinely wants us to lose this war".

Sure, when guys are losing their lives seeking a victory, this defeatist talk is very hard. What I think the writer overlooks though is that there can be no lasting victory. A temporary winner? Yes. I always summed up the difference between the good goys and the bad guys as that we wrere prepared to die in defence of our beliefs. The terrorist sought death as a means to achieving his end. We can devise what we think are winning strategies. Compromise. Bargain. Seek partnerships. But, the terrorist sees only victory in his terms and to his satisfaction. Sooner or later the individual terrorists will come together from their place on the losers pedestal and workuntil they have the critical mass needed to make themselves a force to be reckoned with.

Jack Army ends his item with "I'd rather fight them here, in another country, away from my family and my fellow countrymen. More than that, I'd rather defeat them here, in a country trying hard to be free, trying hard to be secure, trying hard to be lead by good people rather than terrorists in politicians clothing" To me, the killer phrase here is "trying hard". Trying hard won't hack it. It seems to me that there has to be such a sea change in conditions in Iraq as to be impossible to comprehend. Conditions change from day to day. Alliances break up and re-form. What lasts a year may well break after a year and a day. The Iraqi people are quite capable of reflecting what we want them to say. They have been around a long while and are happy to play the long game.

Whilst I can have no real comprehension of 9/11, I can accept it as powerful motivator in the idea of fighting terrorism at its roots rather than in amongst ma and pa. There is - to me - the factor that on one's own ground one has the advantage. Counter-terrorism procedures must be easier when one is doing better than 'trying hard'. Corruption in an Arab country is almost endemic but better combatted when all are speaking the same language.

Just to repeat. Easy for me to seem to criticise from the comfort of my own home. I've spent time away from home in unpleasant conditions and danger to know that. To me, the writer and his comrades deserve the highest respect just for being in the God-forsaken country. To keep on trying in the face of what they see as carping and back-stabbing onlookers is an enhancement of their courage and bravery.

Monday, 20 November 2006

Urban Dictionery

Nice to know that I am not the only one to have such a negative image of the man!

Still makes me smile

For quite some while now my favourite music has been country. I find that some of the lyrics get me thinking very deeply. It is not all "the cows gone dry, my horse is lame, the dog bit the turkey and my wife's got PMT" stuff. Whilst there are many sayings that have found their way into my memory, I still remember the very first song that got me hooked. Johnny Cash sang it best but there are a number of versions.

"Well, don't call my name out your window I'm leavin', I won't ever turn my head

Don't send your kinfolks to give me no talkin' I'll be gone like I said.

You'd say the same old things that you've been saying all along

Lay there in bed and keep your mouth shut till I'm gone

Don't give me that old familiar cussin', moanin', groan

Understand your man

Tidy your bad mouth and understand your man

You can give my other suits to the Salvation Army

And anything else I leave behind

I ain't takin' nothin' that'll slow down my travelin'

While I'm untanglin' my mind.

I ain't gonna repeat what I've said anymore

While I'm breathing air that ain't been breathed before

I'll be as gone as a wild goose in winter

Then you'll understand your man

You hear me talkin' honey, understand your man.

Remember what I tell you

understand your man...

It is the bit about suits and Salvation Army. Just so damned carefree. Footloose. Never came up but had I ever decided to cut and run, this would be the phrase running through my head. Mind you, there is a lot of Kris Kristofferson that says things I would have loved to have said too.

Tenders invited

I thought that my contempt for the creature named T B'Liar was as high as possible. That is until he took his gurning act to Afghanistan where he had the bare faced cheek to address the troops along the lines that they were our only hope of salvation at the same time as his minions were refusing to honour a committment to make sure the troops had all the equipment they needed.

Mind you, he has triggered in me a new line of business.

INVITATION TO TENDER

Proposals are invited from suitably qualified enterprises for the design, manufacture and distribution of two lines of produce that are certain to be a runaway commercial success.

Item One. A photographic representation of the face of the current Prime Minister B'Liar. The image to be printed onto sticky-back plastic of a shape and size to facilitate mounting inside the bowl of urinals and w.c. closets. Two alternative products are required. a) one with permanent inks and, b) one where the effect of the waste products deposited onto the image cause it to slowly disappear like the smile on the face of the Cheshire Cat.

Item Two. Lavatory paper. Each section of paper to have a photographic representation of the face of the current Prime Minsier B'Liar. The surface of the paper to be coated with an emulsion such that it feels slimy and unpleasant. This to emphasise the image. The actual paper is to be thin so as to provide a non-effective barrier between hands and bodily waste. Intention here is to provide additional pleasure at scrubbing one's hands clean of anything that has touched what is a personification of the printed image.

This should make me a very rich man. Ideal Christmas presents.



Sunday, 19 November 2006

Please release me - let me go

Yes - I know the subject heading is a very old song but it refers to a different release and letting go.

Seems that so many doctors think they can over-ride written instructions from patients who have given instructions as to what happens that legislation may be called for.

Well, if that is what it takes - I'm in favour.

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It is really quite simple - just do as I ask eh!

Saturday, 18 November 2006

We know where you are!

Don't suppose it will be long before we start getting these in our letter-boxes. El Presidente wants ID cards.

Friday, 17 November 2006

Most ethical way to commit suicide

Will surely be only a few years before we see this sort of answer in the Dear Abby columns.

Alternative opinion

Someone passed me a different opinion on the BNP trial that I tried to cover a while back. Don't know where he got it and, as he /she sent it by email rather than as a posted comment, I'm assuming they also wish to stay below the parapet. Anyway - here it is.

RELIGIOUS HATRED: GORDON'S ON THE CASE

Much has been made of the wisdom of the Crown Prosecution Service
in its attempts to nail Nick Griffin and chums for inciting race
hatred. The prosecution was criticised on the grounds that it was
doomed to fail on legal technicalities, and that attempting to
police people's views on religion is A Bad Idea, even if it's
scuzz like Griffin. Nonetheless, when Griffin was acquitted,
Gordon Brown immediately called for legislation that *would*
prevent attacks on people via their faith.
That Griffin should have been acquitted isn't altogether
surprising. One of the problems for the CPS was the word
'racial'. Griffin's actual comments were things like calling
Islam 'a wicked, vicious faith', and of course Muslims aren't a
race. (The other problem for the CPS seems to be that the
comments were made in a private meeting, not a public one,
although we can't be arsed to look up the details.)
In many ways the CPS was right to attempt to prosecute. Griffin
has been keen to explain that his comments had to be taken 'in
context', and much of the speech was apparently uncontroversial.
However, the context is exactly what makes the comments
inflammatory since he was talking to an audience of BNP members
and sympathisers.
The BNP is currently treading a slightly confused line. On the
one hand it has tried to modernise itself, moving away from
actual 'send-'em-back' racism and anti-Semitism. Instead it
emphasises 'defending White culture' and suchlike. However, as an
organisation, the BNP quite obviously has its roots in
straightforward racism. It's got a neo-Nazi following, although
opinion in other far right 'organisations' such as Combat 18 is
divided on the BNP, with many regarding Griffin as a sell-out.
The street-level thuggery that is associated with the BNP is also
hinted at by the fact that even the small number of elected BNP
councillors have, between them, a fairly impressive list of
convictions to their name. What BNP voters actually think about
race and associated issues like repatriation isn't completely
clear, but it's a reasonable assumption that most are 'against'
ethnic minorities, whether they just think Asians get
preferential treatment from the local council, whether they want
mass repatriations or whether they're full-on 'the muds and ZOG
want to destroy the White race!' nutters.
As for Griffin's actual comments, the fact that much of his
speech was uncontroversial is nether here nor there. Although
Muslims aren't a race, saying that a *group* in society subscribe
to 'a wicked, vicious faith' quite clearly suggests that these
are wicked and vicious people. The comments made by Griffin's co-
defendant are even less cryptic. He referred to asylum seekers as
'cockroaches', and calling a group of people 'cockroaches' isn't
political debate, it's hatred. And what tends to happen to
cockroaches? They get exterminated.
Critics of the CPS have said that the prosecution is an attempt
to control what people think, and limit what they're allowed to
express. But this really is a non-issue. It's not illegal to
believe in repatriation, that a particular faith is wicked, that
the Jews control the weather or whatever the hell you want. It's
not particularly illegal to express these thoughts either. You
can sit and talk about repatriation until the banana boats come
home and you're not going to be locked up for it. However, what
you *can't* do is incite racial hatred. It's a perfectly
reasonable state of affairs. If you wanted to go around spouting
the old chestnut 'black people are genetically inclined toward
committing crime' you'd be censured, and rightly so. That's not
to say that you can't express views about race and crime. It's
widely discussed anyway, although serious academic debate is
about the correlation between race and crime and the *causes* of
that correlation, not the assumption that there's a genetic link
between race and crime, which is basically the racist view. As
such, it may be no bad thing to have legislation that outlaws
inciting hatred on the basis of religion, particularly where
someone's religion can be used as a cipher for their race, as in
the case (largely) of Muslims.
However, the Griffin case demonstrates a crucial difference
between protecting groups of people on the basis of something
tangible like their skin colour, and protecting people on the
grounds of their beliefs. Even if you have a law banning comments
that are basically hatred directed at members of a religion,
broad statements like 'Islam is a wicked [in the pejorative
sense] faith' are still highly problematic for the simple reason
that anyone who makes such comments is going to turn around and
say 'And I can prove it in court!' Are courts going to be
expected to address unproveable statements like 'Islam is
wicked'? Would there be court cases in which people quote
passages from the Koran which *do* condone beating your wife but
which aren't subscribed to by most Muslims (something that
Griffin did?) Or cite reports about the treatment of women in
Saudi Arabia? We're not Islam-bashing here - you could argue that
Christianity is 'wicked and vicious' too. Or what if you claimed
that 'Christians are insane'? They're clearly not in the sense
that the vast majority don't have a serious psychiatric disorder
but you could make a case that they do hold deeply irrational
beliefs.
In short, legislating for religious hate throws up a host of
rather strange problems. Still, we're sure that Gordon Brown has
given the issue plenty of thought and isn't just capitalising on
a populist issue that's received massive press coverage. That
would be *so* unlike New Labour
.

Petition the man

I don't know how many of my readers in UK declared themselves as Jedi during the last census but it was enough to make Jedi the fourth offficial religion. That all started from a single e-mail. Who knows what games we will be able to play in the next Gubment exercise at poking their noses in?

In the meantime, there is just one opening for us to get into their systems. B. Liar introduced an instant petition website where anyone can initiate a subject, write the terms and then solicit support by email. Part of the E-Government idea. Just now, there is one running which suggests that POTUK go right now. Of course, as it is a Government project, it has to have failures. I suspect that the failure here is that disloyal thoughts may be expressed by the hoi poloi.

So, good people, I'm offering a year's free reading of this blog to those who sign the petition now. Go Go Go

Thursday, 16 November 2006

Every one a hero


I have just finished reading The Blog Of War by US Army Major (retired) Matthew Burden. This is a anthology of blogs created by US Servicemen and their dependants during the Iraq War.
Burden ran his own blog and that was one I kept up with. There are a number of others that I read and are included in his new collection. It was only when I read these in a volume which gathers them together that I realised a major difference between those of US origin and blogs maintained by British forces. I suppose I would describe this by saying that the American ones were very much more sober or serious in tone than ours.
There are considerable references to God and to duty. The authors are more open in telling us their innermost thoughts. We get the full text of messages to wives and loved ones. Where action takes place, it is described fully. Thoughts after action get considerable detailing.
I read a fair number of British war blogs. In the main, these reflected that sort of black humour that our soldiers have always shown. Religion does not play a large part in any account. Emotions do not 'all hang out'.
The American accounts give greater detail of the carnage that results when highly developed weapon systems engage human flesh and bone. In the main, they are uncritical of their superiors. Another difference between our two nations.
There may be some explanation in what the security controls were. Our guys work was closely scrutinised right from the start but it is only recently I felt that controls were being put on the US work that I read.
Whether you, dear reader, have any feeling for matters military or not, I would urge you to get hold of a copy of this book. Amazon USA have it; my link to Amazon UK is above. The fortitude and courage displayed is just amazing. My initial feeling as I read the past paragraph was how sad that all that devotion to duty, disruption of lives and death has been for little good result and the manner in which the respective individuals – can one call them leaders when they are so disconnected and far away? - have brought matters to a close.

Wednesday, 15 November 2006

Back up services

Browsing about in a bookshop the other day I came across that bit where they display the inspirational books. 'Make $million selling widgets', 'Success in Marketing My way', 'The 5 minute manager' sort of thing. These sorts of books have always made me wonder just why they were written; were I making a million selling widgets I'd redouble my efforts and not sit in front of some useless Microsoft word processing software. Unless the guy is doing well selling books on marketing, one can see little to recommend him outside his speciality.
It was then I remembered something I'd seen in a mining museum in America. Seems that the people selling picks and shovels did better than the majority of those who marked out a stake. Brothel madams and saloon keepers got rich without ever swilling a pan. Even today we see the same sort of thing where England, which used to be the manufacturing king of the world, now makes such money as it does by providing services.
I was intrigued by this but then got caught up in a web site that goes into some detail on the Gold Rush. I figure that you would not be here if you did not have some time to waste so I commend that resource to you. No Charlie Chaplin but entertaining.

Tuesday, 14 November 2006

DIY Psychology

Here is a chance to see how your mind runs.

Yesterday, a bird very rarely seen in Northen climes, and even less often in England, was reported as having been blown into a coastal resort. All of the bird watching people spread the news amongst themselves and The Royal Society fo Birds gave it publiicty. Large crowds gather in the area where the creature was last seen. Adminitions as to silence and no unnecessary movement are spread around.

After only a short wait the exotic visitor comes into view, does a small flying display and then settles down on a fence post.

Whereupon a sparrow-hawk swoops, catches bird and proceeds to devour it in front of gathered masses.

Now - here is the test.

Did that make you laugh or not?

Psst! Want a good training book?

I was wandering around the Internet looking to see if all nations had the same sort of problem we seem to have with our young people. I came across an article where the very early training of children was debated. The author used terms such as “Come to Mama. This simple, cheerful, command was conditioning my tiny baby to come to me in response to my voice” and “When she was still an infant, unable to sit up, I would say, 'Stand Up Gracie' when I lifted her to a standing position”
As I was reading this in the privacy of my own study, I was able to laugh at just how twee and condescending the article was. Then a memory from the past struck me.
When our first children were born, neither of us had any experience of what to do with them. I was an only child. My wife would have been expected to look after her siblings but not whilst they were tiny bundles of sick and excreta. We could not talk to them nor they to us. They had no idea as to how to conduct themselves and needed us to protect them from a hostile environment. So far as children were concerned – I knew nothing.
I did, however, know how to train dogs. Right from the puppy stage through to when they were excessively grown and needed control to prevent them attacking all and sundry. Socialising puppies. Getting them to come and to stay. Speak on command. House training.
So, no problem. The children were trained in the same way as little puppies. Just the same way really as the woman was describing. Seems to have worked. They come when called. They do not attack people. Perhaps I should patent my 'Raising kids to the whistle' method. Make some money because as sure as hell there are a lot of children out there that need a good firm foundation in life.


Monday, 13 November 2006

End of the road for Democracy

Iraq is again hogging the headlines. The daily toll of executions by one or another religious group and suicide bombings of Iraqi nationals and against coalition forces dominate the front pages. For me though, the interesting stuff is hidden away inside the printed bundle. There is much talk of deadlines for withdrawal which has replaced plans even as recent as last week to introduce some form of democracy in the region. The idea that with sufficient outside support, civil society organizations could democratise authoritarian regimes "from below" was an article of faith among many policy makers and democracy promoters. Accordingly, programs to strengthen such groups were key elements of the United States' plans for the Middle East. However, the United States and other donor countries possibly overestimated civil society's democratising role in the region. The United States brought its own problems to its relationship with civil society in the Middle East. These included the narrow range of organizations with which it typically engages, popular antipathy to Washington's policies in the region, and the broader challenge of designing effective civil society assistance programs.
There is a review in progress ordered by the President following the power changes in US government. A commission of experts appointed by President George W Bush is forecast to advise him to abandon his dream of cementing a new democratic system in Iraq and instead tackle the security crisis so that the withdrawal of American troops can begin.
The advice from the Iraq Study Group, a high-level bipartisan panel headed by James Baker, the former Republican secretary of state, will sideline the so-called Bush doctrine of spreading democracy in the Middle East. Mr Bush will meet the panel tomorrow and Tony Blair is expected to offer his views (Woof woof is forecast) via a video-conference call on Tuesday.
I find the talk of democracy in the context of the Middle East interesting. I am a long way from being an expert but did spend much time there in more peaceful times when dialogue with the locals was possible. I was honoured to have been friendly with Sheikh Isa back in the mid-60s when he was the Ruler in Bahrain and had the opportunity to see how he ran his country. What they had was in many ways better than my ideas and experience of democracy as it ran in Britain. Isa was the head of the ruling tribe, the al Khalifas. His father before him. His son since the death of Isa. He acted in a way that one might describe as fatherly. He decided what was to be done. There was a system for being in touch with his subjects. This, a majlis, is best described as an open house where all might come and petition the Ruler. He generally gave his ruling there and then or deferred the matter whilst he studied all the ins and outs – of which there may be many in Muslim daily life. There are other forms of majlis but they still result in te position where the ‘Ruler’ is in charge and can negate any legislative power they might be given by him.
Isa also decided what needed to be done to improve the lot of his people. Many still lived in what was regarded as very basic accommodations – a buristi. Whilst extremely basic, many people were happy living in these. Isa planned and had built new towns which followed Western design and living standards. He gave these to the buristi dwellers. Those who were tardy in relocating found themselves moved and the old accommodation torched. Is that despotic or paternal? It was certainly for the good and benefit of his people. Medical care was totally free and available to all. If overseas treatment was required, it was provided. Measures were taken to introduce modern sanitation. Childbirth improvements. All freely and without any of the to and fro that we see in our democracy.
So, to me, what they had was better than democracy. Saddam Hussein had perverted the Ruler idea but once he had gone, the citizens hoped they might find it again. I’m glad to see that my reservations about democracy are reflected in the opinions of those who are experts.
My other reservation about the drive to put democracy into Iraq is that I am unsure just what part this played in the decision to go to war. I seem to recall that we were told that Iraq was part of bin Laden’s circle and was thus targeted as a venue for the plans to fight terrorism off American soil. Then came weapons of mass destruction. This was intended to amplify the danger of a bin Laden associate running free. So we came to regime change. As evidence to back the Al Queda association dropped away we were reminded that WMD had been used to kill Saddam Hussein opponents. My suspicion is that democracy was put up as just another excuse. Certainly, well intentioned but optimism over-ruled those who knew just what weak chance that had.
So, now we see possibly the most honest stage of all. How can the coalition get out with the least damage? That is really the $64,000 question.

Here's a funny thing

Changed the wired phone today. I have one wired phone in case there is an emergency and the wireless ones go dead. I have long used what are described as telephones with 'Large Keys' as it makes them easier to use on the outer reaches of my desk when there is just lighting over the keyboard. Reason for changing was to get a handsfree facility to cope with the Mumbai Morons on call centres who take for ever just to pick up a incoming call.

So, got home. Unpacked the Large Key phone. Blimey! The old one had keys that were about three quarters of an inch across. The new one has keys of inch and a half diameter. No problems seeing them.

Obviously there are degrees of getting old. I had the 'Just retired' model. What I have now must be the 'Damned Near Dead' version. The changes even apply to the volume choices. The last one needed to be towards the high end to be heard outside of the study. Replacement sounds like the Queen Mary reversing.

Sunday, 12 November 2006

Our disgrace

This is a just released photograph of the jury following their "verdict" in the trial I discuss below.

I am quite depressed by a recent court case we had here. My guest blog covers the event well and I'll give him his head. What I will do is insert here a piece from our Times newspaper that gives just a little additional background on the two people involved. Their sort of effluent is something that must be kept out of the gene pool at all costs. My normal attitude is that everyone is entitled to an opinion. Things like this make me think that I may have to limit that attitude where rubbish such as these two hide behind freedom of speech to contaminate others. Unfortunately, they have followers. Those followers will take comfort from the victory handed over on a plate. That it comes at a time when we remember the millions who have died in defence of, amongst other ideals, free speech makes it worse. All I can ever imagine of this pair of cancerous cells in a fighting context is as assailants in a homosexual rape of a young juvenile.

Meme as ordered.

Look away if you don't like these sort of things. I am only doing it because Gemmak bullied me. She is the Mother of this blog's layout and tecchy bits. She knows my log-in and password so it is easier to do the things she says. She is also second reserve for question 16 below.


1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.

“He stepped into a squad car; it raced across the city and at each police divisional boundary a further black car was waiting to take him onward”
From 'Guns, Drugs & Deserters – the story of the Army Special Investigation Branch'

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.

I've just punched the wall. Ouch!

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Service from the Cenotaph.

4.Without looking, guess what time it is?

1300

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

1305

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

My dog moaning because I am not talking with her

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

About a hour ago. Taking the dog for a short walk.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?

My email

9. What are you wearing?

Polartex fleece trousers, thermal vest, thermal T-shirt. Normal gear for short walks with dog this time of the year in this part of Scotland.

10. Did you dream last night?

Is there any night that I do not?.

11. When did you last laugh?

I think I have Altzheimers

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Warrants from the Queen – mine and my Grandfathers, my MBE certificate, pictures. Scotland the Brave print by Lady Butler showing the Scots Greys charging. (It is MY study after all)

13. Seen anything weird lately?

Walls of my study?

14. What do you think of this quiz?

Slightly better than buggery I suppose?

15. What is the last film you saw?

Film – in a theatre. That was back when Singing in the Rain was new. On the TV – Some narcoleptic rubbish last night. On my p.c. The Hill.

16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?

Sophia Loren. If she was beyond my whole fortune as I suspect, then Kate Moss (but only if she were wearing that Agent Provacateur underwear)

17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.

6'3”. 20 stone. Wish to intrude further into my private life?

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

Eradicate all forms of socialism

19. Do you like to dance?

Never really tried it. I can do, when slightly drunk and quite naked, a tango taught me by a very sexy Spanish lady. I do an excellent imitation of Mick Jagger in his Can't get no satisfaction alter ego.

20. George Bush

Which one. Both got a lot to answer for. One did not go far enough, the other went too far.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

Been done. Imagination not required

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

See #21

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Yes. Depends if I get choice of what is 'abroad'

24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

You took your bloody time getting here!

Small hornet's nest disturbed - not many stung

The creator of today's guest blog here has a reputation of saying exactly what is in his mind without necessarily passing it through any disappointing p.c. filter on the way out. His use of child abuse to make a political point is a fair example. However, focus on what he says rather than how he says it.

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Saturday, 11 November 2006

11am 11th November

Today is Remberance Day. Homage is due to those who gave their all in World War I and all armed conflict since that time. From reports, it seems it was well supported. In addition to formal events throughout the country, localised observance of the two minutes silence at 11am ssems to have been good. Department stores and supermarkets either shut their doors or ceased transactions, vehicles stopped and drivers dismounted.

I think the idea of such a day is universally supportable. Those who understand our heritage can honour those who died for their beliefs. Anyone with anti-war agenda can also use the scale and effect of the deaths to illustrate their cause. There are sales of red poppies to support care for those who served and are now on hard times. The peace-makers have a white poppy. I have no problem with whatever shade of poppy people wear. I think that someone who died fighting deserves acknowledgement regardless of what I might think of their beliefs and motivation.

One thing we do lack is education as to just what war really entails. To know takes individual effort and research. The way in which soldiers were recruited and banded together based upon geographical asociation meant that whole areas were stripped of an entire generation where the local regiment was one of the many that might experience casualty rates of 75% in the butcher baskets of the First World War,

Some idea of life back then is given a glimmer of publicity in the account of just how the Tomb of The Unknown Soldier was established and, in particular, a flag so very closely associated. I am trying to muster support for the reinstatement of the Flag. Anyone who can help - welcome on board.

Friday, 10 November 2006

So, a victory for Justice & Reason

This young lady says what I feel

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So, I will let her get on and say it

A Rum(my) do.

I don't know enough about the real story on von Rumsfeld but this piece of character assassination does ring true to me in many parts.

I include it here for comment from those better informed than I.

THE US MID-TERM ELECTIONS: BURYING THE BODIES
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The stench of death and defeat that's now hanging around George
Bush's presidency is reminiscent of downtown Baghdad on a hot
day. There are bodies all over the place. And just as Saddam, the
architect of Iraq's pre-war abattoir got notice of his come-
uppance this week (a long drop and a short stop), the architect
of its post-war slaughter was also pushed from his perch (with an
admittedly softer landing, cushioned, no doubt, with lucrative
job offers from the defence industry).
Yep, in the aftermath of the Republican's wipeout in the Midterm
Elections, Secretary of Defence Donald Rumsfeld was given the job
of taking the blame. However, he doesn't exactly seem to have
been fired for the Iraq disaster and its wider fallout. Indeed,
as George Bush put it - we're presuming ironically (the wag!) -
when announcing the Secretary's noble sacrifice, 'America is
safer and the world is more secure because of the service and the
leadership of Donald Rumsfeld'.
The difference between Saddam and Rumsfeld is that Rumsfeld's
orders and actions killed all those people by way of some kind of
unfortunate side-effect (or at least that's what the remaining
supporters of the war, if you can find any, would have you
believe) whereas Saddam *really* meant it. That Saddam was a
monster but Rumsfeld merely a fool seems to be the perception. As
the epigram 'Hanlon's Razor' states, 'Never assume malice when
stupidity will suffice'. The road to Hell is paved with both good
and bad intentions. In the final analysis though, all those Iraqi
civilians are still fucking dead. We killed a lot of them and
then created the conditions for the insurgency to kill the rest.
Hanging one raddled former dictator doesn't bring them back or
make up for the chaos Rumsfeld set loose.
It's hard to overemphasise the careless malevolence of the man.
'As you know, you go to war with the Army you have. They're not
the Army you might want or wish to have at a later time,' he
blithely told troops who'd had the audacity to point out they
were being blown to shit in Iraq for lack of proper armour.
'Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war,' he
said with his customary dark insouciance as if there was such a
thing as a war that wasn't depressing. Then there's Abu Ghraib
and Guantamano Bay. He even had the balls to say in his departing
speech that Iraq was a 'little understood, unfamiliar war'.
Whatever that means after three years of 24/7 news coverage and
countless inquiries.
Henry Kissinger, Secretary of State for disgraced President
Richard Nixon, once said 'it is an act of insanity and national
humiliation to have a law prohibiting the President from ordering
assassination'. That he also described Rumsfeld as the most
ruthless man he knew should give you an idea of Rumsfeld's
character. It's like finding there's someone the Devil looks up
to and envies.
It's a sign of how polluted the debate over Iraq has become that
by this point many of you are no doubt waiting for the obligatory
proviso about Saddam being a bastard and it's a good thing he's
gone (if not that he's going). It's still mandatory apparently,
despite being as unnecessary as continually reaffirming Darth
Vader's status as villain every time he comes up in conversation
lest you risk being accused of having sympathy for the atrocities
committed by vicious Stormtroopers. Can't we just take it as a
given?
The thing is, Rumsfeld's demise, as sexually arousing as it is,
is only one part of the story and as such his sacking is
something of a distraction (for a few days at least) from the
wider problems of the Bush presidency. There's a very good
chance, for instance, that the newly-empowered Democrats will now
start rooting through the Republican's bins, turning up all kinds
of juicy bones on which to chew. The minutes of Vice President
Dick Cheney's secret meetings with oil industry chiefs in 2001,
for example. Or, tantalising for British viewers, the so-called
'Downing Street Memo' which purports to show that the British
Government knew the Iraq war was going ahead whatever and
'intelligence and facts were being fixed around the policy'.
And it's not good news for Iraq either. Despite all the current
death, destruction, incompetence, death, torture, mismanagement,
arrogance, death, torture, and corruption (the Iraqi Government
is currently leaking up to $4bn a year - 10% of the country's
national income - with some of it finding its way to the
insurgency, according to US monitors), don't be fooled into
thinking the downfall of Rumsfeld somehow signals a change of
American, and therefore British, policy in Iraq. Since October 25
when Bush said of Rumsfeld, 'I'm satisfied with how he's done all
his jobs' and called him 'a smart, tough, capable administrator',
what's changed exactly, apart from a kick in the polls?
That being the case, you have to wonder what the point actually
was of replacing Rumsfeld with ex-CIA Director Robert Gates (a
man with his own murky CV). The Bush Administration clearly
thinks that they'll be able to implement what passes for their
'strategy' in Iraq if only it's presented by a friendlier face.
The military has been outspoken in their criticism of Rumsfeld in
recent weeks - maybe the troops and Generals were on some kind of
go-slow/work-to-rule thing because Rumsfeld wasn't a 'people'
person. Like office workers the world over, they had an arsehole
for a boss and felt disinclined to go the extra mile, the
unprofessional slackers. Maybe, like a football team, getting a
new manager after a run of poor form, they'll now up their game.
Bush, in a similar spirit in this new political era is asking the
Democrats to up their game as well. 'It is our responsibility to
put the elections behind us and work together', he said. Well, he
would *now*, wouldn't he, now that the Democrats control the
House of Representatives *and* the Senate. Only a few days ago,
according to George, it was the 'terrorists win and America
loses' if the Democrats won the vote. Now he needs these goddamn
terrorist-lovers' help. Over the last six years the Republicans
told the spirit of co-operation to go and fuck itself. It's
immature and probably bad for the world, not least for the people
of Iraq, but it'd be sweet, sweet justice if the Democrats told
George to do the same now that he's desperate.
Poor George. He must be feeling like the Jerry Lundegaard
character in the movie 'Fargo'. In what he thought was a stroke
of genius, he hired two sinister but incompetent hoods (in this
case, Donald Rumsfeld and the equally terrifying Dick Cheney) to
solve all his problems. Now, as things go inevitably, horribly
wrong and Donald is metaphorically fed into the woodchipper, can
the hapless Bush's downfall be very far behind?
- The Friday Thing

But, just to balance things, we get this

The Padres Flag

We are now coming up to the 11th November. A date that is, despite the attitude to things warlike, still commerated as a Day of Rememberance to those who gave their all - and mortgaged the lives of their families - in the cause of freedom.

An article in today's Daily Telegraph recounts the story of the flag that was used to drape the coffin of The Unknown Warrior at his formal burial in a place of honour in St Pauls Cathedral in 1920. Now, mirroring the fate of many an Old Soldier, it hangs almost ignored and basically forgotten in a side chapel. There are moves afoot to return it to it's original resting place alongside the Tomb.

I urge you to read this article and support it in any way you can. It is in no way jingoistic. It sets out, in the history of the flag during the horrors of WWI when the higher command had little concern for lives lost, just what millions of men bore. It has relevance for those who are anti-war just as for those who, like me, have had some insight as to what the human spirit is capable of. The actions of a brave man or just a plain man doing his duty as he sees it are not reduced by the justness of his cause. We are at a time when the profession of 'soldier' is under attack and I will not go down that path right now. Maybe just reading the background to this national treasure will inspire some - I hope so. 'National treasure' you might ask? We have today read that Her Majesty has had a painting restored which now turns out to be a Caravaggio worth something North of £30 million. I know which I would be most honoured to own. It is not Italian. Both have lain unrecognised and without honour in a backwater. Let the Padres Flag advance to front and centre say I.


Back to the Good Old Days - Part II

Those not of my generation will not fully understand why and how this image kicked me in the lower part of my body - normally private. It came to me via a marketing shot that fell into my wife's mailbox.Twiggy - the woman in silver - was the super-model of the super-models in my youth. She was everywhere - except in the popular press for doing drugs or beating up her associates. One talks about the druggie image that Kate Moss gave when she first appeared - this lady was the shorthand for anorexia nervosa. She was really just a clothes hanger with legs. Skinny. Skinny. Skinny.So here we see her in later years. M & S make her their headline character in some very expensive advertising. She - with the support from some very iconic women - pushed their sales right off the graph paper. And here she is with breasts. My God - Twiggy with a chest! Good luck to her but what gets me is that she is not so in love with the image of her past as that she is content that they are - how can I say it? - what is accurate but not insulting? - yes, Droopy is the word. No Hello Boys, no cowboy round them up and move them out for her.A woman content with her appearance. Respect.. Great respect Lesley Lawson.
The foregoing is a copy of an e-mail I sent to a number of associates yesterday. The article that kicked off my post here about the good old days came in just as I hit 'send' on that message. The concurrence of these two themes struck me – is the word serendipity? Twiggy – as a package marketed by her Svengali-like manager – was very attractive. Not in a sexual way; after all, who would want sex in a bed full of coat hangers? - but as a lifestyle personification. She lived the life that all us twenty-somethings in the '60s desired. Sure – Kate Moss inspires me to go find a few k's of cocaine and her mobile number. Naomi might inspire me to a latter-day great train robbery and a good boxers' head guard. Instant take-it-or-leave-it pleasure or gratification. A bit dirty – not the sort of girl one could take home to meet Mum. Nothing that persists. Nothing that inspires or will live on like Twiggy. Maybe that is what marks me as ill at ease with today's mores and ideas.

Thursday, 9 November 2006

Sir Paul Macca says "Now they tell me"

£30. Well worth the money.


Take me back to the good old days

As one who lived through the '60s and survived I do sometimes wonder about the way sex is currently written up. It all seems so free and easy but I wonder. One hears of courting contracts describing what couples will and will not do in a relationship. There are what are described as '(that 4 letter word) buddies' who come together (no pun intended) to assuage the fires of desire with absolutely no committment other than to do ones best for their partner. Date rape. Knock out drugs. Girlie boys. Whatever happened to that rustle of fine material followed by wham bam thank you mam?

So, it was a little bit comforting to read an article that seems to set out the real facts that today is not such a sensualist's paradise as one might think. Maybe it is better sitting on the sidelines with a well iced gin and tonic whilst dreaming of those '60s nights. When we could of us all dance like Mick Jagger. When it was possible to dance together whilst singing something from Dr Hook's latest masterpiece. When ligting two cigarettes and passing one to the lady was not some anti-social death dealing action. When one dressed up and not down to have a night on the tiles. When we all knew what Dr Timothy Leary meant.

See - those who say that if you can remember the '60s you weren't there are not 100% correct. I was and I can. I'm grateful for that.


England today

Still avoiding the serious stuff, I've found something today that seems to sum up the state this country is getting into.

The guest blog says it all. Witchcraft. Patients blindly accepting what the doctor says. Sheer defiance by the doctor of any procedure set up to inquire of her conduct.

Oh yes - one more thing.

The name of the Doctor is Pratt. Who in their right mind would accept a Doctor Pratt as their medical adviser?

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Wednesday, 8 November 2006

Plotted - Yes. Achievable - hmm.

I wrote way back about the terrorist now on trial in London and his confession as to the terrorist attacks he had planned for England and America. My opinion then was that he would find difficulty in organising these as a co-ordinated plan of attack and extreme problems in putting his plans into effect.

There were reporting restrictions on the trial of co-defendants but the media had these overturned. We (Joe Public) now know a fair bit more as to resources. All this has done for me is to reinforce my opinion that he is some Walter Mitty character. There is talk of advanced counter-surveillance techniques which were precautions rather than response to any threat he had actually seen. He sounds - to me - to be someone living the life.

What I do find worrying is the assessment of active terrorists living in UK. Just how many of these are sleepers waiting a call to arms and how many are engaged in plots we cannot know. If one of the aims for Iraq was to polarise Islamic warlike actions outside US and UK, it seems to have failed to live up to whatever expectations that POTUS and the self-appointed POTUK may have had.

Who will follow?

So, where i was on about newsreaders is one of today's topics in the Daily Telegraph. Only thing, they do not have the photographs.

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Announce or dance?

Tuesday, 7 November 2006

Low flyers - beware

This is not my dog but I put it here to illustrate just how keen the German shorthaired pointer breed is when it comes to getting hold of flying objects. Sable, my dog, can do this with low flying ducks, pigeons and almost any small bird. She has had them up to about 6 feet off the ground. This is why I call her a four-legged shotgun!
So - why no photographs of Sable doing it? Easy. At the time I should be clicking the shutter, I'm jumping up and down and shouting her on. Much better than cheering on some overpaid sports star.

What does that lever do Daddy?

For those curious enough, here is a review of the way that a judicial hanging works.

I have a little doubt about the guy who put on weight to avoid his fate. The drop tables were drawn up from the fact that fracture of the third vertebra requires a force of 22 cwt. There is a mechanical formulae to calculate the velocity the body needs to attain. Simple really.

I once saw ropes that had been used to hang three soldiers in Egypt. They had a thick leather covering to the noose element. The force exerted was such that this leather had been extensively split and torn. Those who were involved in the plot to kill Hitler, were hung with piano wire. Think on that.

Cherie and Me - by Saddam Hussein

The guest thing is so very complete that it needs no amplification here. I might just tease out Swiss Tony for friends outside the spread of the BBC.

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Oh dear, they're going to hang him!!

Maybe there is a way?

There is a report in some of today's media of ultra-religious Jews and Palestinians coming together for joint action. They oppose something. No, not Syria. Not Hezbollah. It is a pink agenda. Gays in Jerusalem are planning a march and this has met with joint condemnation from Jewish and Palestinian leaders alike. I'm all in favour of this coming together. Perhaps we could tip the scales a bit by shipping out to the Middle East all the gays, lesbian, transsexuals and bi-sexuals we can find. This would increase the concern felt by locals and cause them to work together and form an understanding of one another. Once we have a good basis for matters of real Middle Eastern import, the gay etc. community could disperse. Nice little holiday in the sun for them - chance to acquire more pink from sub-burn - and a bit of peace and quiet for those of us not in Palestine.

What really attracted me to this story was not the potential benefit that gay action might produce but rather the photograph showing the burning of rubbish as part of a demonstration. It has a dark brooding menace about it. The sort of evocative painting one might find in the museums of Antwerp or Amsterdam. The lighting, unorthodox clothing and the buildings in the background are pure Breughel.

And now for something completely different



These two luscious items are really BBC newsreaders and presenters. Fiona Bruce - her with the legs - does quite serious work such as Crimewatch. Natasha the dancer is a relative newcomer having paid her dues in a number of positions in smaller companies. She has been adopted by the BBC bosses as as figurehead for their dumbing down agenda. She appeared in a Dance Competition where a 'face' is matched with a professional dancer who teached their partner the basic moves and then works out a performance. This is judged by professional judgers and a home audience. Each week the bottom pair are voted off. Natasha won her series of the show. She went on to present a number of award ceremonies and these somewhat illustrated her tendencies.

Fiona is a long term lady. Very professional. Very cool - almost remote. Much loved by those who mimic - one had her saying "There's never a hosepipe ban when I'm in the room" The photgraph here shows her performance in the charity money raising show to save children in need. She and a number of fellow presenters did a replay of Queens' Mama Mia.

Ok, that is the personalities. My blogging these minor earth shaking matters arises from the fact that for the past couple of nights they have been together presenting the main evening news programme. Intentionally or otherwise, this has developed into a battle of the divas. Fiona chose a skirt in place of her normal trousers and Natasha went to town on the make up and figure-hugging clothes. Most enjoyable. For my money, Fiona smashed her into the corner, dragged her out and beat her up again. It was that sort and magnitude of victory.




Monday, 6 November 2006

Out Damned spot

I have had to switch on the moderation feature in Comments. Sorry about this but I refuse to allow spamming adverts and the moderation seems to be the only way that I can keep them away from you, the readers.

Please be assured that my oversight of Comments before they appear will never result in any true Comment being withheld, altered or otherwise messed about. I know the requirement to copy some incomprehensible set of code can be a pain in the nether regions. If any one of you finds this as annoying as I do, contact me on my email (j.wood999@btinternet.com) and I'll make sure the Comment gets placed.

I had a number of emails from readers of my blog about the ethics question on children born with a disability. Most prefaced their communication with something along the lines of not wishing to comment publicly on such a minefield. I have to respect their reticence but can say that those who wrote supported the idea that such measures were appropriate in severe instances.

I experienced a sort of coincidence or alignment with my blog the day after I posted it. Whilst enjoying some retail therapy (it's not just ladies and shoes you know!) I was served at the check-out by a young woman who displayed the symptoms of what I know as cerebral palsy. If that is now an unacceptable description, please forgive me. Also, I am not being
condescending when I say that she was extremely good at what she was doing. She made conversation, helped with the Ali Baba trick of plastic bag opening and was quick and accurate at what she was scanning. When the time came to pay, I realised my wallet was still in the car and told her things would have to wait whilst I got it. This did fluster her and she became animated but told me what I had to do. I got the wallet and paid. I felt guilty at having disturbed her but the thought came to me that this lady was one who might not have got out of the delivery room alive but here she was leading what seemed to be a full, happy and productive life. So, who are we to theorise? I do not want to identify her save to say she was an Asda employee and they are to be commended for giving her an opportunity to contribute. For those outside UK, Asda is the English arm of Walmart of whom I have read criticism over employment practises so even better for them.

Sunday, 5 November 2006

Nice idea

Whilst basic meditation requires that one allow the mind to go blank and see what happens, there are themes for those who have advanced a stage or two. One I found for today is,

"What do you have to do? Pack your bags, Go to the station without them, Catch the train, And leave your self behind. - Open Secret by Wei Wu Wei"

Ah, would that I could. Buddhist version of the soldiers' "Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile" I suppose. Wei's words are meant only as a starter.

Can one get all one's 'things' into a neat package? Just how does one empty oneself so that only the physical departs? Where is the train headed? Johnny Cash had a song about leaving which included the words

"You can give my other suit to the Salvation Army. I'm moving on"

Wei's words indeed but the idea is not wholly his.

I'd like to move on. Footloose. No responsibilities. No bits and baggage.


Suffer little children.......

There is a move afoot to consider the ethics of allowing children born with serious disabilities to die immediately after delivery. I'm not going to get into this too deeply. There are people's religious beliefs involved. The sanctity of life must be highly regarded. What I do remember is that when I was young, one did not see so many people with - forgive me if this is the ' wrong word' - disabilities as are about today. The story told was that such infants were not resuscitated or given care but allowed to breath their last in the peace and quiet of the delivery room. At the time, I reasoned just what time and attention was required and how the lives of the parents developed. I was especially aware of the effect upon siblings. Just what love and time and attention they were deprived of. They were entitled to this just as much as the child that lived on.

Modern times means that much more can be done for kids with disability. At some time, the parents will be unable to care and will die. What then? The stories one reads about children who are different are uplifting but often reveal a life that one may consider as sad. For my money, if there really is a 'better place', then it must be reasonable to allow them to progress to that 'better place' rather than have to exist in this cruel world on earth.

From the horse's mouth - sorry lady

Mrs Welcome to the World and I have lived in Islamic countries throughout the world for a longish period if it were all added together. Some were more strict than others. An almost universal comment that arose whenever friendly discussion turnd to the respective benefits of lifestyles was the Muslim claim that their women were safe on the streets.

As a sort of policeman I knew this was not exactly the words of The Prophet. My wife was well used to lewd comment from local menfolk and the occasional kindly intentioned check for lumps in her breasts by passing cyclists. None of this did we take seriously although I did once have to ask the Benghazi detectives attached to my unit to deal with a particularly heavy-handed fondler.

So, from the guest blog, have things got worse or are people beginning to be open about this facet of Islamic mentality?

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Friday, 3 November 2006

Good for a laugh

I like the idea of using satire to communicate. There is a new web-based publication that, if it keeps on track, will have to be added to my news gatherer.

Thursday, 2 November 2006

Where is the Exit?

My guest blog today is from a doctor describing just what goes on. Supporters of the NHS will squeak and remind us what the Minister said, As if that is Gospel. What is written in a guest blog is corroborated by a senior GP.

Go read. My living will says that I wish no resuscitation, no artificial nourishment and no replacement of fluids. That should do it. Even if in coma, I would rather they gave me the dignity a dog gets rather that what a service commended by all the world and free at the point of service

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Getting our minds above our belly buttons

There has been some discussion about the dumbing down at the BBC and on television elsewhere. We see more and more programmes that are cheap in content, profitable in that viewers are required th use premium rate phone lines to compete and meretricious in tone. The general media – newspapers and magazines – have concentrated their coverage on what is intrusive, exploitive and sometimes even fabricated. The sort of product established by Hello and OK or what are known in America as check-out magazines. This sort of 'entertainment' has crept into the quality papers from thje red tops. We see competitions where a fabulous 2 week holiday in Barbados is the prize. All one has to do is answer just one question. “Is the holiday on offer for A – 2 weeks, B – 14 days or C – a fortnight”
This dumbing down is insidious. My wife watches some sort of CSI – Wherever each based it seems in any major city throughout the whole of America. If not, it is good Old Norman the master joiner with the workshop bigger than Victoria rail station. If ever our local carpenter is stabbed with one of his own Stanley chisels, she would be a natural for leading the investigation. I try to point out to her the incredible mistakes in these CSI scenario but she fails to see that they have been, in those words now famous, sexed up.
I am convinced that this process is having a detrimental effect upon us all. There was a convicted murderess Myra Hindley. She and her slightly mental partner abducted young children, tortured them to death and then buried them in wild places up on the moors. A later reincarnation of these two was Ian Huntley and his partner Carr. Huntley enticed two young girls into his home and there murdered one during a sexual act and killed the other to stop her screams. Huntley was a serial sex-offender involving young girls who came to police attention many times but was never taken to court. Hindley acted with clear intent of killing. Huntley knew exactly what the outcome had to be the moment he closed the door. His perverts paradise as school caretaker would collapse if either girl left that house alive. Two characters well deserving the death penalty we gave up. The manner of their offences truly horrendous. Scary to the parent of any young child.
Yet, within a very short while, what purported to be Hindley jokes started to appear. The least offensive I will show here involves her being asked if she would like to go out from the prison on a holiday as part of her psychiatric treatment. She replies that it would be nice but she would not want to go to the moors because of 'all them kids getting under her feet'. I am sure a few of you are saying, “Well. What is so offensive about that?” At the time this witticism appeared there was a great furore. The story was repeated when Hindley died. Almost total lack of any response.
Last Christmas we had the Huntley joke. The BBC had already drawn criticism over a programme they sent out. The other Huntly story was the question “Why does Huntley not like Christmas?” The sought after answer was “Because he cannot get the smell of Holly off his fingers”. Holly was the given name of one of his victims. This appeared in a number of blogs, forum, web joke pages and elsewhere. Generally, it met with stern condemnation. I've seen the joke repeated just recently – doubtless part of our run up to Christmas. No reaction from those who were all for banning and punishment just a year ago.
I just wonder what the relationship is between dumbing down and what seems to be our acceptance of what would previously have been the unprintable. It extends to the four letter words. The F-word was hardly ever used when I first mixed with adult men. Now, it is introduced as an advertisement and T-shirts are worn by young girls. The C-word was even less heard. Just loiter at the edge of a road rage exchange and see how they are now assimilated into everyday vocabulary. Very obscene and racist chants are heard at football matches regardless of the presence of young children.
I'm sure I come across as 'Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells'. Yes – well maybe. I'm seeing and hearing things I would prefer not to. My Army years removed any suggestion of prudery. I'm seeing the effect of dumbing down on those around me and general standards of public life. It is as if my wish to see some hot young film star in her bikini comes up as a raddled old prostitute in stained and holed knickers.

Wednesday, 1 November 2006

The broad umbrella of the Church

I am not a believer in the sense of going to Church on Sundays in my best suit and my own personal missal under my arm. I know many will say that this observence is nothing to do with the true Church. My disbelief goes further. I've noted on here that I had a now-deceased Aunt who would nowadays be described as some sort of Christian fundamentalist in the style of the Taliban (or, even, a Jesuit). She had a great influence in my childhood and I could pray, sing hymns, quote from the Scriptures, pontificate as well as any faithful in the last year at Seminary.

The er - scales fell from my eyes when I joined the Army and saw just what went on outside my Aunt's upper class Victorian lounge. The world was not a happy place - I knew that but had not realised just what went on in the big wide world. I got to that question I suppose we all ask sometime. "If my God is the God of love (or insert definition to suit), how does he permit (such and such) to happen? Where is the Love in that? Why does a shepherd allow one of his flock to be treated in this way?". An age-old philosopher named Epicurus has put the ultimate problem into words, Either God wants to abolish evil, and cannot; or he can, but does not want to; or he cannot and does not want to. If he wants to, but cannot, he is impotent (meaning He is weak somehow). If he can, and does not want to, he is wicked. But, if God both can and wants to abolish evil, then how comes evil in the world? This is, of course, the Big One when it comes to things the clergy must know. I'm being tested, I'm being punished, I'm sure you have heard them all anyway. I once had a very long discussion with a Jewish rabbi on the lines of suffering as a means of spiritual growth. My Catholic contacts had the quick answer along the lines of 'have faith. Believe' when I put the final question to them. It was the non-resolution of this question that led me to put religion on one side.

This is a preamble far longer than intended about something that has just been decided here. It concerns a young woman Helen Percy. A "It does not matter whether you gave your consent or not. It is still adultery" She went to an tribunal. She had been punished and male ministers known to have extramarital relations were allowed to remain in office. Now, this is where things get very spooky, Low down and dirty. The kirk's response to the tribunal was that 1921 C of S Act states "It receives from Lord J C as divine head, the right and power subject to no civil authority to legislate and to adjudicate fully in all matters of Church discipline" In other words 'Foxtrot Oscar the World'

I live within 80 yards of a Church of Scotland church. I hope that I can resist walking that short distance with a can of red spray paint in my hand. 1921 in Scotland when it comes to religion is like the Dark Ages and I can understand the safeguards built into the Act. But, just what sort of twisted, out of date, unsympathic mind allowed this to be used as a defence in 2006? I do not know what this case will do to the image of the Church of Scotland but for me it reinforces my attitude to organised religion.

Just in case there is anyone out there who worries about my state of disbelief, let me add that my early grounding was sufficient to cause me to realise that one must have a set of guiding principles in place of any 10 Commandments. 'This I will try and do. This I will not do". I formulated my own. Amended and expanded as I went through the school of life, hard knocks class. A couple of years ago, I went off on a Buddhist retreat. Given what that religion has been through, I thought it might have answers about a God of Love protecting us. They live by 10 precepts. Same number as Commandments but set out without reference to coveting my neighbours arse. This is they.

  • The ten precepts
    I undertake to abstain from taking life.
    I undertake to abstain from taking the not-given.
    I undertake to abstain from sexual misconduct.
    I undertake to abstain from false speech.
    I undertake to abstain from harsh speech.
    I undertake to abstain from useless speech.
    I undertake to abstain from slanderous speech.
    I undertake to abstain from covetousness.
    I undertake to abstain from animosity.
    I undertake to abstain from false views.

These almost exactly reflected my Things I will do and Things I will not do. I cannot put hand on heart and say I achieve every one of these, every day,in every way. I do try. If there be anyone reading this with a problem regarding religiosity, I commend these ten simple sentences to you. They work far better after discussion and expansion with a learned Buddhist but work straight out of the box as well.

Tuesday, 31 October 2006

Peter Tatchell & Gay agitprop (spider bait)

This article has me quite in a quandry. I am trying to isolate just who it is that I detest the more - Tatchell or the Iranian.

The Pink one condemns the M.U.Slim was-leader and gives a death toll over a number of years. 200. Very much less than Saddam Hussein would have destroyed had anyone the temerity to fart in his presence. This is not to be flippant. PT says what a horrible person the man is and how he deserves tho most serious punishment. He then goes on into his usual diatribe about how the war/realignment/search for wmd/oil exploration was unjustified.

Off you go Peter. I just HAVE to use something stolen from elsewhere. "Get out. Don't let the door hit'yer where the good Lord split'yer."

Raymond Chandler

Ran out of new books to read so attacked the library walls. Just flicking through the pages of the first Raymond Chandler book I picked up, my eye was caught by a passage I used to know from way back. About detectives and their manly requirements. Seems I still fit the bill? Moot point is the 'common man' reference. If he is talking in terms of numbers, then I am not the same as the majority of the blokes out there. Thank God.

"Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness."
— The Simple Art of Murder; the words mean streets were an inspiration for the title of Martin Scorsese's film Mean Streets.

Now - here's a funny thing (big hairy rapists)

Sorry if the title upsets feminists, maleimists, LGBT people or whoever. I'm still trying to attract spiders.

The rapists bit comes from the report that the Pitcairn Island rapists are to have their own newly-built island prison and prison staff. All at a nice few pounds. My understanding is that the act of rape is not viewed as a serious crime on the Captain Bligh of the Bounty-connected island. Sort of porch sitting I suppose with the attendant social classification of Daddy Uncle. So, what is being done to improve the sexual mores of the half male population that will not be incarcerated? Reckon the vagina robbers have the upper hand anyway as no approach exists to the island other than in long boats crewed by island-born men.

Reference the spiders. My traffic meter tracked someone who visited whilst looking for some form of high (and scary looking) maths. Obviously, I've been using words without knowing their meaning. Duh.

This goes off into the blue on a wing and a prayer.Blogger has been rubbish this last week. Thinks just disappear. Others stick in the 'Publishing' page. Hitting 'publish' to get out results in multiple publishing of the same item some five or six hours later. If I knew what and how to do it, I'd migrate elsewhere.

Talk of knowing what to do reminds me of this week's University Challenge. I was having trouble with something on the new video camera so contacted #1 Son for clarification. The email was about 2 pages long. The reply was about one word long - RTFM. Yes, well. If you are going to cheat by reading the manual................

Monday, 30 October 2006

Another report down the loo hole

Came out today. B.Liar gives it the status of best report almost ever. Oh myGod - that report deemed inferior on WMD, got us into a shed load of troubles. But already, huge chunks of it are deemed unsuitable for much beyond cat litter.

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Baiting spiders - use my skin tight flimsy pants

Since I was cruelly fouled by the morons of TalkTalk, the readership of this blog has not recovered from my unwonted absence. Here is my attempt to get things going again by baiting the trap. Anything from now on that has the word Spiders as part of the title can be ignored by the reader of this page.

Google, Yahoo, O2, BT. Dailt Telegraph. Times. Graunidad. Dark skinned temptress.

Shut that door. Graham Norton. Motor bike with one exhaust. Duncan Norvelle. Chase me. Kenneth Williams. Sandy and this is my friend Julian.

Ladies with large chests. Lesbians with moustaches. Snoggi knickers. Soggy knickers. Huntley. Carr. Dr Shipman. Village people. Queer Queen. Straight or GLTBT.

That is about enough of that for now I think. Making me feel quesy.


Don't use THAT word

Yet another example of the blinkers worn by Old Dobbin at the BBC.

Just about every word from the dictionary about demonstrators is deployed. Except the one that starts with M and ends with uslim. If they leant over backwards trying to avoid this word in all the places where it would be correct, they would find themselves in a different post code (XIP code for them as don't live on the island).

Every day, in every way...

Things get worse. The guest blog today is from someone with a nice turn of phrase. Good points presented in an interesting manner.

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Sunday, 29 October 2006

Spider web - Mk 2

I am sometimes joshed a bit when I pick up my Times newspaper. General opinion of those who make remarks loud enough to be heard is that it is an old fartys paper and there is 'nothing in it'

Go see what is written. All human life is there.

Spider web - mk 1

Penis Size: A Scientific Study
Further to this, this.
METHOD: To study the effect of penis width vs. length on female sexual satisfaction, 50 sexually active female undergraduate students were asked which felt better, i. e., was penis width or length more important for their sexual satisfaction.
RESULTS: None reported they did not know, or that width and length were equally satisfying. A large majority, 45 of 50, reported width was more important (p < .001).
CONCLUSION: Implications are discussed, including the fact that the data seem to contradict Masters and Johnson about penis size having no physiological effect on female sexual satisfaction.
[Yeah, I know, but that post title is going to pull in so many hits.]

No comment required

Go read - I've written about this already some while back.

Then exercise the eyeballs here.

Roll on the day when the Lord shall say

"Heaven and Earth

Close order March!!



Little Old Sparky

This is exactly the sort of thing I covet. Apart from using it as the designer intended, I'd make a few quid leasing them out to those persons who seek domination and punishment. Lay the todger across the arms - GO!

Even charge for those who want to come to a Kentucky BBQ.

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Little Old Sparky

This is exactly the sort of thing I covet. Apart from using it as the designer intended, I'd make a few quid leasing them out to those persons who seek domination and punishment. Lay the todger across the arms - GO!

Even charge for those who want to come to a Kentucky BBQ.

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Honour amongst thieves

The Times reveals:LABOUR’S chief fundraiser has implicated Tony Blair as the key figure in the cash-for-honours scandal, a well-placed source has revealed.
Lord Levy, a close associate of the prime minister, told Scotland Yard detectives last month that he was acting on the direct orders of Blair when he secretly obtained £14m in loans from businessmen to fund the party.
He has been questioned twice in the past four months after it emerged that four businessmen who lent Labour money were also recommended by Blair for peerages. The honours were blocked by an official watchdog.
Levy’s potentially incriminating testimony could prove crucial to the decision to question Blair — the culmination of a seven-month inquiry. Police hope to interview the prime minister within the next five weeks.
A prosecution source said: “Levy told the police that everything he did was for the top man. It wasn’t for anybody else, just for Blair. That’s why the PM has to be interviewed.”

I can see B.Liar with walnuts in his cheek to get the right accent saying "Levy. He sleeps with the fishes" Mind you, if he has to reprise Brando, I'd prefer to see him and the Big Mouth From do that bit from Last Tango. You know, the basis for the butter brand "I can't believe it's not butter"