Imagine

Imagine, if you will...

You’re running as fast as you can, your legs are becoming weak due to the distance you’ve covered, and your lungs feel as if they’re about to explode. 
Perhaps you have a partner and offspring, and if so, what will happen to their existence if you fail to make it ?
All sentient life would think of this because it’s only natural to do so.
Safety is only a short distance away but your heart, lungs, legs and stamina give up and you crash to the ground, completely  exhausted.
Seconds later, your attackers find you and rip you apart, limb from limb, whilst your screams of sheer agony go unheard. 
Now, you have an indication of what the little fox has endured in its final moments...
This is but one reason why blood sports and trophy hunting must be stopped worldwide. 
It’s not just those with horses and hounds; it’s also those with gun sights and bullets, bows and arrows and deadly silent crossbows. There really is no end to the lengths these inhuman species will go to just for killing an innocent beautiful animal. 
I pity our children and their children because all they will have to show for being evolved will be books and photographs. And, all thanks, to the evil humankind has, and is permitting. 

Luke 21:11

Luke 21:11

and there will be great earthquakes, and in various places plagues and famines; and there will be terrors and great signs from heaven.
Sounds familiar doesn’t it?
Do you think that the man upstairs is slightly pissed off at humanity?
I wonder if the great signs are earthquakes, tsunamis,  land fires, mud slides, pestilence and disease, and above all else,  avarice. Everything in Luke above is ringing true...
So, how do you plead;  your thoughts please?

Amazing!

Isn't life just peachy!

We have no money to support our NHS (National Health Service ), yet, we can find money to repair and renovate Buckingham Palace.

And now, to add insult to injury towards the British people we have to find "Christ knows" how many more millions of British Pounds, this time to repair the Houses of Parliament at Westminster.

And, for what... presumably so that our MP's  and Lords can justify spending on luxuries other than saving life.

Terrible days ahead

George Carlin wrote: fighting for Peace is like screwing for virginity. He was right! Do you, the reader, believe our planet Earth will ever co-exist with its neighbours in peace free from the threat of global annihilation? 

If you do then I admire you for your honesty.

Here We Go, Again!

Well, it's been a while, but after hearing a certain comment during this evenings debate between Nigel Farage  of UKIP, and David Cameron, the British Prime Minister of the Conservative party, I have decided to implement my twopence worth of thought. 

Irrespective of their arguments to stay in Europe, or whether we choose to leave, one outcome surfaced that "said it all," to me...

 The President of the EU: Jean-Claude Juncker has clearly stated that regardless of our vote to stay or exit, we're going to be punished.  My mind actually boggles at the thought of that and what it means? 

Are they going to squeeze us out of trade and industry because we disagree with their control of our United Kingdom, or could it be something more clandestine and or evil?

The answer will no doubt arise in due course, but I fear that we adults, or most of us, will miss whatever is meant, and that it will be our children and grand children that will pay for the final demand...

Meanwhile, as the EU disintegrates around its many doo-gooders, at this present time, I stand by my conscience and clearly intend to vote OUT!

And... So it begins.

Here we go again!

Why is this world of ours so hell bent in destroying itself?

Have we not learnt the lessons of our forefathers who fought in the Great War and the second world war, not forgetting to mention the other skirmishes between countries we've seen since then. Have we not lost enough brothers and sisters; have we not seen enough men, women and children maimed: or are we just a bunch of international blood-thirsty bastards created by a Political Worldwide Frankenstein that controls all that we see, hear and believe through a sort of controlled blindness?

My god, we are so close to obliterating ourselves completely, it's not only unbelievable; it's terrifyingly real!

Now we have NATO on one side of the fence and Russia on the other. Each side moving in for the kill to destroy one faction of tyranny - where could all of this possibly end?

My mind boggles at the thought of Russia protecting Assad while NATO blows him and his minions to smithereens, and vice versa! 

It's the perfect scenario for World War 3 - so let's hope history does not repeat itself.

For pity sake, let's get our heads together and become unified in finding a better solution in dealing with these dispicable anti-social mini warmongers!  

Onions and a Christmas tree

A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”

 The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts.  In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.

After fifty, they are like onions."

“Onions?”

 “Yes, Son: You see them and they make you cry.”

This infuriated the wife and daughter.  So the daughter said “Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?”

 The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases.  

In a man's twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.  

In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch tree, flexible but still reliable.  

After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.”

“A Christmas tree, Mom?”

“Yes dear: it’s dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!”

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Parasitical Politicals

"Forced labour Now Called Volunteering"

The volunteers really helped make the Jubilee celebrations happen, said the queen... but wait - they weren't volunteers! They were unemployed people, some who had just been kicked off their disability payments by ATOS, who were forced to sleep on a concrete floor under a bridge the night before the 'celebrations'.

Just another mouthpiece for the government - what's the point in her even being there"

My response was...

It's all about pomp and circumstance for the Government which the Queen is head of.  In the past they have asked us to lay down our lives for so-called freedom and democracy, and for what, so that later they could kick us even more?

Our loved also laid down their lives through various wars for what they were led to believe in.  After finding the truth in the great here and after I'm sure they must be turning in their graves with disgust - like we are now.

I hope and pray that someone is hard at work stoking the fires of hell in anticipation of their arrival - they deserve no less.

We can do without all of them, I'm sick of them taking and living plus lives while we continually give through brought-up blindness...

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And in despair I bowed my head:

"There is no peace on earth," I said,

"For hate is strong and mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With peace on earth, good will to men."

R.I.P. Sandy Hook Elementary School

Helping The Disabled: Including Me

When it comes to receiving Disability Living Allowance in the UK, do marches and outspoken voices really do what is necessary to help those in need, or do we need something else?

Tonight, I thought, perhaps, letters to Her Majesty, at Buckingham Palace might be on the cards...

They have called upon us to serve our Country more than once: isn't it time we called upon them?

Anyone who can write such a letter is welcome to aid and assist me...

PS... 20th October 2012

I've just watched the lunchtime news on the BBC iPlayer.  I see some trades unions are calling for a general strike!

I say: "Bring it on" and "Bring down the coalition government!"

Do you agree?

Medicinal Woes

Have you ever heard of these popular phrases: “A little bit of what you fancy does you good” Or: “What makes you bad makes you better.”  Or: “These are the times that try men’s souls.”

These time-honoured clichés ran through my mind just a short while ago, after reading the attached patient information leaflet to a prescribed drug. My mind, then asked: “Is the Doctor trying to heal me, or kill me; by offering me such a remedy?”

At first, it was laughable.  Then seriousness and logic surfaced and it wasn't found to be quite so funny any more.  In fact, it was both frightening and Concerning, despite the fact that these drugs are rigorously tested before being released to the general public, through GP's or general practitioners.

The more common effects were first to be noted.  May cause: Stomach ulcers, stomach bleeding, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, indigestion, diarrhoea, wind (OMG!), and constipation!  Other side effects attached to the more common issues, were: general allergic reactions, including inflammation of the skin or lungs (there goes the breathing!), asthma, and difficulty in breathing (I may need the last rites), swelling of the lips, face, and neck (no kissing or love bites for a while!)  Skin reactions such as rashes, itching, dermatitis (eczema), blisters and purple discolouration (they may as well put my in the coffin now!), aggravation of digestive problems, such as: Colitis "and" Crohn’s disease.  

Finally, may cause fluid retention (I'm bursting already, where's the loo!) and swelling of the ankles or feet (honey, fetch my slippers, I can’t walk any more!)

The uncommon side effects were just as mind-boggling…

Feeling weak, cold, fever, abnormal dreams (Jeeze) panic (so that’s why I have the shakes, and I thought it was the DT’s after my drinking session last night).  Mood swings include paranoia (is it me, or is the wife staring at me?) and depression, with increased heart rate (OMG – note to myself: when I remember, where did I leave the ski mask, and the axe!)

The final passage is interesting to say the least:  “If any of these side effects become serious, or if you notice any side-effect “not listed,” please tell your Doctor immediately! (Are “they” kidding?  How do you define: "not listed?")

Meanwhile, I’ll just leave a few bodies here and there, in the hope that someone notices just how much I’ve changed, and offers to help… before I kill them all!

Please read all information supplied with medicines carefully, and follow the instructions as given, otherwise you won’t become as nuts as me, and enjoy life!

When I'll Be Dead

When I’ll be dead, 

your tears may flow, 

But I would not know!

Care for me now.

When I’ll be dead,

You’ll send flowers, 

but I would not see!

Send them now.

When I’ll be dead,

May be you’ll say words of praise, 

But I would not hear

Praise me now.

When I’ll be dead,

You'll love me pure,

But I would not feel, 

Love me now.

When I’ll be dead,

You’ll forgive all my faults, 

but I would not know!

So Forgive me now…

Gargoyles

Legend believes a huge dragon once lived in a cave near the left banks of the river Seine and that it preyed upon ships and swallowed them up along with the people of Rouen, in France.  

In the hope of appeasing "La Gargouille," as the dragon was called, the people of Rouen would sacrifice a convict to it every year until a Priest named Saint Romanis freed the town folk by slaying it in the 7th century. The townspeople built a huge fire to destroy the creature's body, but its head and neck failed to burn because they were accustomed to heat, so they were separated from its body and mounted on the side of a nearby Church wall, thus giving birth to the first gargoyle waterspout, or so the story goes.  St. Romanis, in exchange for his services rendered, asked that a Church be built in his honour, and that all the local people be baptized.

Is it... A gargoyle or just grotesque?

While all gargoyles might be considered grotesque, all grotesques are not considered gargoyles. If it serves to drain water from a building, it's a gargoyle.   If it does not, it is either a stone carving, or a grotesque, or more commonly, a chimera (an imaginary fire-breathing monster typically represented as a combination of a lion’s head, a goats body, and a serpents tail).

Myth versus Legend versus Superstition

Since the bloody reign of La Gargouille came to its inevitable end, gargoyles have decidedly became less intimidating, but superstition still holds the key to keeping evil spirits at bay and serves as a mild form of protection nowadays. In fact, gargoyles have proven themselves to be useful on more than a few occasions, useful as flying monsters in art paintings, as a nemesis for knights in shining armour, and just as interestingly, as tall tales and fables aimed at children’s minds as an entertaining scary-story. 

Gargoyles were believed to come alive at night, in the same manner akin to the flying "equally batty" vampire, and, in order to protect the lives of their human servants entrusted with their care, they would need to return to their perches or coffins before daybreak, or face total-destruction by Gods Light.

Gargoyles discovered on church buildings were often believed to be evil creatures frozen in time and encased in stone; when one had laboured long enough in the service of God, it earned its release and was then allowed to enter the church and later, heaven.

Some people actually believed gargoyles to be sin that was made real, then captured and encased in stone. Other gargoyles, such as lions and dogs, were believed to be spiritual forces of good, forever vigilant and watchful over their human custodians.

Furthermore … Did You Know?

Work on the la Cathédrale de Notre Dame de Paris (the cathedral of Our Lady of Paris) began in 1163 when the first corner-stone was laid, and its construction was finally completed around 1345 - 182 years later. 

In 1548 rioting damaged many of its features.  In 1786 a statue of St. Christopher dating back to 1413 was destroyed.  During the French revolution in 1793 many of the cathedrals treasures were either plundered or destroyed.  Statues of the biblical kings of Judah, thought to be the Kings of France, were beheaded.  Some of those heads were found during excavation work in 1977 and are housed at the Musée du Cluny.

The Second World War also caused considerable damage to the cathedral when many of its stained glass windows were damaged by stray bullets.

In the end, it was the Gargoyles that saved Notre Dame Cathedral, and I bet you didn’t know that?

The Meaning Of Life?

Few things in our existence can be more perplexing than trying to understand, or comprehend the meaning of life: and in opening it for perusal, I would like to ask the following: Have you ever wrestled with the meaning of life in your mind?

If so, did you ever come to a conclusion, or possible answer, or did you like so many others have done so before find it impossible to gain entry through the last few doors, and so left the topic, pending, so to speak.  If you thought about it, what did the thoughts and images in your mind conjure up?

Was it something religious, spiritual, a familiar locale of helping others, a time when you were sad and wished you could change it, or do something about it now?  It's all too familiar, isn't it?

When pondering on this subject many things came to mind, and one by one they were discarded, for they simply did not seem to enlighten the subject.  During the process, I came to the conclusion that the meaning of life meant many things, and that all were unique in their own way, and identifiable with oneself.  Therefore, a solution, and it may be a solution, it may even be the correct conclusion, is that the meaning of life, is nothing more than a series of perfect moments.   Perfect moments that when you think back in time make you smile, make you happy, and make you sad.  Moment’s that you will always remember and never forget.  Great times, bad times, times when you just stood there, molded in one place, struck with awe.  Moments that should be lived and relived as often as possible, in order to learn from.   These to me are the true meanings of life, and they are many.

 What are your thoughts on this subject, can you add more, have you found other interpretations? Are those interpretations yours alone, or can they be shared by others?

It may be interesting to follow another's thoughts on this subject...

This Morning

This morning, for some strange reason, my thoughts returned to the past…

That part of a time long ago when life was “oh so simple” and, when everything was at peace with the world, except for yours truly!

Thoughts of school and of the teachers, whom were part of my life, were running amok, so to speak.

Chuckling at the many thoughts that were bubbling up to the surface reminded me of a time long gone by – a time when I was frowned upon, for many strange reasons.

Thinking back, I tend to believe those teachers had psychological problems and disorders – they were definitely disturbed in some way, and the problem, as I recall it, was always directed at me – perhaps it’s because 'they' were unrecognised at the time as as manic-depressives – it’s certainly worth a little thought on the subject: just a little thought, mind you…

Just because they were getting paid to do a job that was considered difficult “some of the time,” didn’t give them the right to label me as, “disruptive, a nuisance, shows no interest, is tone-deaf, or causes mayhem in the classroom when not supervised!” 

In all honesty, I think they went too far in ‘over-exaggerating’ their claims, their dilemma, if that is the most apt description!

Personally, nowadays, I can see where the problem lies.  Yes, it was their fault, and, it will always be their fault.  They, as providers of education, should have seen my true genius emerging, not the tyrannical rascal they so loved to watch with beady-eyes. 

Whose fault was it that I was born with a mind akin to Einstein? 

Just because I knew more of the subject matter than they did, did not give them the right to cause disruption in my ordered existence, or to label me with names of such disrepute.  Their attitude scarred me for a very long time – thankfully though, I am well over it and them, by now.

When you think back to your years of schooling and instruction, didn't you find yourself in the same boat?

Weren’t you labelled as some kind of misanthrope, too?

Surely, I couldn’t have been the world’s only disruptive person – there must have been others?

If, by sods law, only fifty percent of us were Einstein’s during those time periods, then surely that presents a lot of very strange teachers out there?

What do you think, or were you little Ms or Mr. Prim Proper?

The Rats Are Coming: The Werewolves Are Here!

Funnily enough years 2011-12 are fast becoming recognised as years of Civil disobedience and, quite naturally, it isn’t our problem. Our problem, looking at it the only way we can, down a very sharp single-edged knife edge, is civil obedience.

Quite naturally, “our problem” is that we’re so obedient, all over the world, that we do it all the time without a second thought.  We do it in the face of poverty, starvation, stupidity, war, and mass cruelty to every living breathing creature on our planet.  And, because there really is no end to our short-sightedness isn’t it time we all awoke from our long slumber and had a good sniff at the stench surrounding us?

We, the obedient ones of society, we the sane, even allow ourselves to be hoodwinked and, we accept it daily, year in year out, without question or pause for thought – from those we put into power to protect us, and most of all, “to serve us.”

Every time we vote for a politician or their party we repeat the process.  We instinctively know that we’re going to get kicked in the teeth or the balls, so why do we do it, and more importantly, why haven’t we done something about it, before now?

We watch televised arguments in progress; we see what a particular party is going to do about something that is irking it.  Oddly enough, no matter how many people will get hurt from the process, isn’t it strange how no one from the other so called “do-gooder” parties stands up to be counted, and says, “Enough is enough, stop this madness, now.  “We” are here to help our countries people, not hinder or hurt them at every turn in the road – and at every other chance we get!”

There is talk of changing the voting system, and yes, it does need changing, it’s so out-dated it belongs in a museum with the other relics of the past, as well as many other “up-and-coming” Grotesque Ogres’ of the future.

Perhaps in the not too distant future the people of a country will have a voice via a voting process.  It isn’t enough to just simply mark a name with an “X” and vote someone into office, we the people need to take the reins and stay in charge – of everything and all party spokespersons.  Every major decision that affects the people should be voted on by the people, not by the politicians who think they have our rights at heart.

This would be a fair and just method of maintaining the status-quo, don’t you think?

Friends Of The Fallen Teddies

It’s amazing what can be discovered during an afternoon’s gentle stroll and, it doesn’t matter which direction you head off into or where you end up, you’ll always find something – if you take the time to look for it.

 It was during one of these afternoon walks that an uncanny discovery was made.  I discovered one of the best-ever places for finding art, and believe it or not, it was in the cemetery!

Over and over again, no matter in which direction I strolled, I witnessed timeless artistic classics.  Headstones that were well over one hundred years of age still bore their handmade art and designs clearly, and they stood proudly with pride of workmanship from a time long gone by!

 It wasn’t just the text that stood out in its gothic lettering; it was the art within the art.  Celtic crosses in vast styles and fashions, angels of every size, cherubs both small and stout, vases, both large and small – everything within eye-shot had stood the test of time, and clearly, each and everyone one of them was still looking very fashionable, despite their tiring agedness!

But it isn’t just the old stuff that catches the eyes; it’s the newer designs too.  More and more headstones are becoming very creative as families and loved ones leave their mark of respect that says  that extra ‘something special’ has come from their minds and from their hearts, for both young and old family members, alike.

The images below are just a sample of some of the art that has been discovered.  Designs engraved in granite that say it all, or will do, for at least a century or more.  Images of pets, horses, jockeys, trucks, lucky horseshoes, and wrestling champions – nothing escapes the imagination of what people obviously want.

Of course, not everything can fall into categories such as the above; nor can they be considered artsy even though they mean just as much, if not more, in terms of endearment.  These other areas are just as meaningful as the art shown, only differently put.  They are what I call: “The Friends of the Fallen Teddies.”

Every visit to those areas brings a heavy heart.  It’s not the age, it’s not the photos of those little angels, it’s not the meaningful messages left behind.  It’s the fallen teddies, the little doggies, the bunny rabbits, and the toys all children love to play with…