Sunday, 18 February 2018
This book was such a fun read!! I’m still relating these interweaving stories to daytime soap operas. Drama is found on every page. I love the imagination used to create some of these alien worlds on (and within) Earth. As current residents of this planet, we’ve barely scratched the surface. There very well could be hidden pockets of civilizations. And then there’s the music. Everybody loves a good rock concert. Music does make the world go ‘round.
The author has a unique writing style. He shares his story with the reader. There are occasions when he clarifies word meanings and explains why a certain event is told after the other. I found it a bit odd at first, but now it makes me feel like he really is sharing his tale with me.
I was a bit sad, though. As a supporting character in this story, my friend Mr. Tumbler wasn’t around much. I have grown to think of him as a favorite crazy uncle who spends most of the year adventuring around the world. We don’t see him very often, but when we do, we party like it’s 1999!!
As I was reading, I was focused on the entertainment aspect of various aliens, humans, time travel, and rock ‘n roll. I also enjoyed finding lyrics mixed into conversations. I would stop, hum a bar or two, and then continue with the story.
Now that I’ve had a few days to “digest” what I’ve read, I’m wondering if there’s more to this “future world” than the “rock”?? Humans have progressed in technology creating the ability to streamline the world’s economy. Aliens have successfully integrated into society. The government has implemented an invasive “rehab” system for criminals. A “conversation” does take place via songs, but I’m wondering if there is a deeper meaning to some of the selected tunes? Is this our future? Would it be a bad thing? An interesting spin on religion is mentioned...
Verhofstadt uses the words 'convergence' and 'divergence' in relation to our imminent departure from the EU. This is his mindset in relation to his perception of reality. It is the opposite of agreeing a relationship that has to be positive in its trading nature. In other words, he sees trade agreements with Canada and Japan as convergent and us, the EU's closest neighbour, as traitorous by nature. This attitude, coming from the former leader of a pygmy country like Belgium, is unhealthy and unhelpful. People like Kinnock, Clegg, Soubry and other Remainers, are grist to his mill and he will play it for all it is worth. Woe betide us if these influential people get their way, when we are on the cusp of an exciting future that precludes paying vast sums into a failing, undemocratic institution.
Should we stay or should we go?
do you really want to know?
With a madman on the prowl
No wonder Barnier wears a scowl
Monday, 29 January 2018
But you're leaving - we don't have to make you an offer!': How Angela Merkel RIDICULED Theresa May at private reception in Davos joking that Britain has no idea what it wants from Brexit.
No Angela, you are wrong. What Britain wants is to leave the EU on terms that treat you and your ilk as friendly neighbours, to whom we extend respect and expect the same in return. It is a mark of David Davis's gentlemanly behaviour that we wish to behave honourably. Clearly, such tokens of his superior upbringing are beyond your comprehension, as they are beyond that of your emissary, Barnier, who Napoleon would surely have described in the same terminology he once applied to Talleyrand, a ‘turd’ in silk stockings. Even Trump was dismissive of May's dealings with the EU as too soft.
Why oh why do we have to put up with the soft version of Brexit? Perhaps it is because the current generation British politicians are so out of touch with the majority of their own constituents. But there again, we have the meddlesome Gina Miller trying to run the country by proxy, and Blair’s accolytes and apologists making mischief on the continent.
Sooner rather than later, we need Rees-Mogg to show us his manhood and drawl his way to power as he strikes the fear of God in our enemies, including the knock-kneed Worzel Gummidge act-alike, Jermy Corbyn
Thursday, 25 January 2018
I believed the dental evidence too, until I saw the further traces of his routes out of Berlin and found eye-witness accounts that he escaped and met people, in front of others who recognised him. I now suspect that he actually escaped and the Nazis constructed a plausible, fabricated, mostly burnt partial corpse to convince us otherwise. His escape was meticulously planned and executed. The MI6 and USA released reports state these events as facts, not suppositions.
General Kaltenbrunner stayed at a cabin called Wildensee high above Altaussee in Austria as a self-sacrificing act, to divert attention from the true route. Look at the barracks in the Misiones region of Argentina and see traces of stomach medicines and Nazi memorabilia in a totally secluded, self-sustaining site. It all makes sense, plus proof that Bormann died locally, and not in Germany. Irrefutably top-notch men and women led the team doing this research.
Praise be that this madman did not succeed in his frantic last-minute attempts to build and unleash the Atomic bomb on the USA.
Wednesday, 24 January 2018
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
A jolly time was had by both of us, particularly me, in the kitchen.
Unwisely, my wife let me loose in the kitchen, after I volunteered to dig out of the freezer a chicken Dhansak that I’d cooked a week earlier, plus a naan bread that I’ve finally mastered baking.
“Yes, it can’t go wrong!” we both thought.
When she started eating my previously delicious Dhansak, she stuck her tongue out at me, eyes bulging and fanning her primary weapon. At last, I understood what she was indicating when she gasped, “It’s far too hot!”
It was not obvious at the time, but it had clearly matured in strength by being kept for a short period.
Guiltily, I carried on eating with my mouth burning.
“Never mind dear,” I said reassuringly. “I’ve also made you my infallible semolina pudding, sprinkled with vanilla essence and a topping of strawberry jam.”
I warmed and served it to her in a ramekin. She had a taster and growled at me, “It’s far too salty!” and slapped it down.
“Rubbish!” I cried. “there’s only sugar in it, not salt!”
I downed the first spoonful in one go, and suffered instantly by ingesting over a week’s intake of salt all at once. Rushing to the bathroom, I rinsed my mouth under the running tap, saying “Oh dearie me! How is this possible?” It was undoubtedly salt, but had she played a trick on me?
Then I picked up the plastic container that held the 26 grams of sugar I had used. We both inspected it and dipped a finger in, each of us taking a sample.
“You idiot!” she shouted, her face screwed up like a monkey’s bottom. “I remember you buying a huge bag of salt 5 years ago and storing it in there.”
Fortunately, she had to rush off herself and apply water treatment on her own acid tongue.
I don’t think I’ll ever be allowed to forget this minor oversight, but one thing’s for sure: I’ll never, ever again, forget to stick a label on anything, nor store it in the wrong place.
If I’m given the chance.
Monday, 18 December 2017
Normally, I pay scant attention to reviews, being absorbed in my current Project, but this one really got my goat. The jerk who wrote it gave The Inlooker 2-Stars, which puts it in the c***p sector for quality of grammar, ability, and so on.
I quote: I was at first super excited to read this book but after the first few pages I was not thrilled. In this day and age I don't expect to read chauvinistic behaviors on the page in a serious style. I liked the invention attitude of the book itself. I like anything new and interesting and had hopes for this book. For me it fell flat in regards to meeting my expectations. I liked the gimmick of the book but did not like the writing for the most part…
Let me explain, this is a story about a man who has a superior attitude towards others, and the ability to take possession of individual souls. Initially, he uses his paranormal talent to throttle a child murderer, then he moves onto a short succession of delectable females to satisfy his male urges, which are not in the same alleged category of brutality as Weinstein. Then he meets an alien whose lifestyle impresses him, and begins to develop a flying car that requires no fossil fuels to power it. Eventually, it supplants planes. trains and ships, making him a vastly wealthy man. Finally, he matures into a principled statesman who painlessly reduces the world population to 1.5 billion people. In the process, he instigates true democracy, develops compassion, and turns into a caring, sharing human being.
Good, innit? At least I thought so. Then along comes this semi-literate ‘Jei the jerk’ and pans it, even though I state in the book, before the story starts, that this is a moralistic story chronicling the growth in moral compass of the central character. I clearly emphasize that the style of writing reflects this man’s state of mind and I change it as his character blossoms.
Note that it is not a verified purchase by this anonymous Jei, which probably means that he has not read the latest version of the book, which contains the warning clause I mentioned earlier. In fact, I think he just picked up the free read from Amazon and formed his negative, badly expressed view from that.
What precisely is the cause of my umbrage on this occasion? It is as much to do with Amazon as it is with Jei the jerk, since any comment that I make is relegated to a concealed area of the reviews page that is easily missed. I should at least be given equal opportunity to reply to these poor reviews, not buried in verbal manure.
Saturday, 9 December 2017
Sweet little seventy-three,
You've got the short grey hair,
Baggy knickers and no bra
Man you're so shaped square
When I yell
'Daddy daddy, he wants some fun,'
She runs like hell
She's off like a greyhound
Covering the ground
You wanna see her run!
Metal hip or no
I can't keep up
With my buttercup
When she's on the go
But I say, 'mammy mammy
I'll grab yer bum
Better hold onto yer hammocks
When you're on the run
Enjoy my romance
While I twiddle your grey locks
As I pull off my socks
When I finally catch you
When you’re on the run
We’re gonna have such fun
Oh mammy mammy,
you’re mine all mine
You belong to me...’
Tuesday, 5 December 2017
That was how Donald Tusk behaved yesterday in a public display of bravado; it was tantamount to spitting in our faces. He is the President of the European Council and he was chortling at the attempts of the Eire’s Brexit negotiating team to separate Northern Ireland from the rest of the UK; they came within a hair’s breadth of succeeding. From what is being fed to the public in the way of updates to the negotiations, May has conceded to practically all of the EU’s substantive demands, which suggests that she has naively conceded rather than skillfully negotiated.
The fact that she so publicly and humiliatingly failed is a testament to the true backbone of the minority DUP party supporting the Conservative party. The ongoing worry is: what else is she doing that is akin to selling us short? Did David Davies know of her intentions, amongst which was the claim that the DUP knew in advance that she had agreed to, “continued regulatory alignment” between the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland.”?
Today, in a parliamentary debate, what became obvious was the concerted attempt by those who wish, against the vote of their own constituents in many cases, to stay in the EU and thereby deprive the UK of its own self-government. Also, if the highly successful CEO of the J D Wetherspoon PLC is to be believed, then many of his business rivals are not credible in their strident insistence that the UK must remain in the EU for their sakes.
No, there is a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that May is a muppet when it comes to negotiating with her EU representatives, as evidenced by that Disney character at one of its multiple helms, Donald Duck (oops, I meant Tusk).
The UK does not to have to meet more than its acknowledged ongoing commitments to the EU after its exit in 2019, but where is the list of those debts for us all to judge? How can we assess competence in the face of unnecessary secrecy?
Thursday, 30 November 2017
This is a new one for me, health issues, but a lot suffer from lower back pain, so here goes.
This is a new one for me, health issues, but a lot suffer from lower back pain, so here goes.
A state-of-the-art treatment cures back pain in more than 80 per cent of sufferers with no side effects, new research reveals.
After a single 10-minute treatment, which involves delivering 'gentle electrical energy' into patients' spines, discomfort was relieved in 81 per cent of sufferers for a year, a study found.
Some 90 per cent of sufferers were also able to avoid surgery to ease their pain after having a single session of the minimally-invasive treatment, the research adds.
Lower-back pain occurs when nerves become pinched and irritated, causing the vertebrae to constrict and reducing the distance between spinal discs.
Lead author Dr Alessandro Napoli from Sapienza University in Rome, said: 'The results have been extraordinary. Patients have been relieved of pain and resumed their normal activities within a day. Following this treatment, inflammation and pain go away.'
The study's participants had a needle guided to the bulging disc and nerve root.
A probe was then inserted through the needle that delivered pulses of electromagnetic waves over 10 minutes.
Dr Napoli said: 'The probe delivers a gentle electrical energy, so there's no thermal damage.'
Monday, 27 November 2017
For those who didn’t hear the suggestion, it reads as follows.
Speaking on BBC Radio 4’s Today, Labour’s Ms Hoey said there is no need for a physical border to be introduced to the region as she slated the Irish Government for using the issue in their own domestic political wrangles.
Irish Prime Minister Leo Varadkar said he would be willing to veto any potential Brexit deal between the EU and UK unless a satisfactory solution to the Irish border is found.
EU bosses have continued to block talks on Britain’s future relationship with the bloc until ‘sufficient progress’ is made on solutions to the Irish border, EU citizens’ rights and the divorce bill.
“A lot of the technology, at the Swiss border and in Norway, is done actually away from the border – and, of course, the Prime Minister has said that she doesn’t want cameras at the border.
“If it ends up with a no deal, we won’t be putting up the border, they’ll have to pay for it because it doesn’t need to happen.
Ms Hoey suggested the UK and EU should look to Switzerland and Norway, who are both outside the EU but have close trading relations within the bloc.
Sunday, 12 November 2017
In their quest for Independence, freedom or liberty, call it what you will, let us take the Catalonians as a prime example of a mass movement gaining momentum.
In the broadcasts, I see a joy on the painted faces in the crowds at the declaration of national independence by their local political leaders, and wonder, “How shallow is that?”
I ask myself, “Is it because the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, at their expense, and what they really want is to get out of the wretched Spanish system of superficial democracy?”
Mind you, if you’re already rich, you probably don’t care a tinker’s cuss about anyone else, nor about the inflation you’re building up for your country by paying yourself so handsomely. It becomes Monopoly money you’re playing with, if you’re a banker like Jack Diamond or Fred the Shred, in the UK.
Taking Spain as a whole in relation to Catalonia, the Catalonians are just like the other voters in the rest of the impoverished country in what they perceive, which is mainstream politicians in the ruling Party Popular behaving like bandits. It can only form a temporary government now, because it has become accustomed to dishing out wads of money to itself and been caught in the process of theft, at the expense of taxpayers. This has happened from the PM down, and many of its officials are being incarcerated as a matter of routine.
Big business is involved in these shenanigans, as is royalty, while the judiciary and Hacienda try to recover millions of Euros from corrupt officials who have amassed vast fortunes.
Curiously enough, the Catalonian leaders seem to be free of such illicit goings-on, and the sight of such things must be as galling to them as it is to everyone else, whatever their ancestral roots.
The consequence is that Spain now has a ‘hung’ central parliament, which depends even more than Britain does on support of the main opposition socialists and fringe, left-wing parties. In two elections, nothing much has changed voters’ sour view of their ruling class. The Party Popular is tainted, and acts as a barely tolerated caretaker administration.
Why any emerging nation, like the embryonic Catalonia, should seek to join the EU is a mystery to me, because a less democratic, overpaid version of a collection of nonentities is hard to find beyond China, Russia, North Korea and the Middle East. Its headquarters in Brussels is an autocratic bureaucracy run like a gentleman’s dining club, ponderously. The only reason I can see for beating at its doors is to become a net recipient of its aloof munificence (much of which it is strenuously trying to snatch back from Spain, having also been diddled).
Someone should warn the Catalonians that the EU money pot is running dry, as the small countries are turned into net contributors, and complaining about it quite loudly. The reason is Britain striving to get out of the EU, which is the wretched, sclerotic source of its many woes.
Someone should also warn the Catalonians that small is not necessarily beautiful when it comes to matters of defense and internal security. The pendulum can swing menacingly over the pit, as Edgar Alan Poe might have observed, where liberty equates to freedom in a troubled world. Access to ample resources can be highly desirable in these times and that is what resides in honest unity with the rest of Spain.
“Think of the Basques as well as yourselves, before you countenance insurrection!” is what I would counsel them.
“Think also of the Walloons in Belgium!” I would also counsel them.
“Why?” you might ask.
“This is the route you could take,” I would reply. “Those sub-parliamentarians, in the south of the country of Belgium, were able to block a key trade deal with Canada.”
THAT is the way forward, to encourage the political leaders in Spain and Catalonia to enhance your liberty. You don’t need to take any extreme measures.
As Churchill famously said, “Jaw Jaw is better than War War.”
Some final observations about ‘Greater Britain’; the degree to which people commentate sensibly on political matters in the newspapers is commendable, if you ignore the anonymous mud-slinging. It is less so when it comes to the guests invited onto the TV news channels, where bigotry often goes unchallenged, largely because of the indifference to fair play of the news presenters and the lack of time they spend researching outside their ‘day jobs’. ’Fake News’ is how it is described by President Trump and it happens in Britain as well as the USA. What these presenters and reports don’t know, they make up or ignore.
However, what is becoming apparent is the deep desire of many voters in the UK not to allow their MPs to get away with voting as they feel fit, and ignoring what the majority of their constituents want. Hopefully, this ‘shallow’ version of democracy is on the wane.
Perhaps the British and Catalonian voters are striving for the same version of democracy.
Tuesday, 7 November 2017
Occasionally, I come across a news article that needs more thought, if only because I've read something that lends it credence. The usual response is a barrage of derision from the reading public, but I get a gut feeling about some things, and this is one of them.
It reads as follows:
It reads as follows:
A "GENIUS" Russian who has confounded experts for 20 years claims he was a once Martian and life will change once the Sphinx is "unlocked".
Boriska Kipriyanovich, 20, has allegedly baffled experts with his knowledge of outer space since he was a child.
He claims (in a previous life) to have flown to ancient Egypt as a pilot. When he was a schoolboy, he said the Martians have a strong connection to the ancient Egyptians on Earth.
He said that life on Earth will change dramatically when the Great Sphinx monument in Giza is 'unlocked', adding that the opening mechanism is hidden behind an ear.
He explains there was a catastrophe caused by a nuclear war waged between the “beings” living there (on Mars).
Apparently, there were only a few survivors who constructed protection lodges and built new weapons, so he claims.
He also claimsare immortal and stop aging at an age of 35-years.
He said they are technologically advanced and capable of interstellar travel.
His parents claim he could speak only months after he was born and amazed doctors as a toddler by being able to read, write and draw by the age of two.
His mother is a doctor herself and said the first indication he was special came a couple of weeks after birth when he could hold his head up unassisted. They say he would discuss subjects they had never taught him.
While in kindergarten, his teachers noticed his incredible writing and language talents along with astonishing memory skills, allegedly.
His mother and father claim they never taught him anything about space as a child, but he would sit and talk about Mars, the planetary systems and alien civilization.
They said it became his number one interest and it was as not long until he started claiming to have been born on Mars.
What drew my attention to its possible authenticity was a similar event recorded by Ingo Swann, who was a 'Distance' Seer for over 19 years with a government agency that specialized in such activities. He claimed to have 'seen' such things. Plus, there was an ex-US Marine, Randy Cramer who insisted he had served a 17-year tour of duty on Mars under the name of Captain Kaye, protecting colonists. Plus, the now deleted Google map allegedly zoning into a clearly defined artificial structure on the surface of Mars. There are other such claims of evidence of dubious provenance, but none so convincing as the one I saw.
My mind is open to these matters, but I would like to see what is made of the alleged 'key' behind one of the ears of the Sphinx.
Tuesday, 26 September 2017
That will be interesting - a group within a group. How will the excluded minnows take to this idea? Two parliamentary sites to be continued for the travelling gravy train of overpaid bureaucrats and MEPs?
Why doesn't Britain enter the fray by volunteering to head the alternative group of trading nations, to whom Germany sends its exports on the back of a weak currency? That'll weaken the GB Pound enough to give us a competitive advantage to match that of Germany. Call the new currency the Bureau, for example, and do away with the pound.
It'll certainly skewer Tusk and Barnier.
Sunday, 24 September 2017
I am talking about the Labour Party in Britain and the self-confident rhetoric being used by its leader, Jeremy Corbyn.
Let me be clear in expressing my view on the chances of the Labour Party getting into power. I will do so by asking one question of the voters of all ages and beliefs.
Do you want an academic dunce who is economically illiterate and indecisive, to be our next Prime Minister?
It chills me to the bone when he takes to the hustings and rants. What he rants is overtures to some ears, but is meaningless to mine. The words he uses he concocts as he speaks.
It has been many years since I have heard anyone rant on a soapbox like him, and come across as a sweet uncle, a nice, gentle older man, in interviews.
His vanity is such that he can actually envisage himself in the role of country leader.
I am confident that his chances are nil. The majority of voters, who I believe to be level-headed and sincere, would shudder at the prospect.
Either he is delusional or I am. Take your pick!