Author: christinaosborne

Curious bit of news overnight on the radio.  Didn’t hear it all, but what I heard went thus-

Some Somalian refugee, or at least his parents were refugees who washed up in Edmonton I believe, who was born in Canada, is to be deported!  Evidently he was a criminal, done time for a nasty violent crime and when released had his nationality revoked and is to be returned to Somalia.  Evidently he has never been there and is not fluent, or so his parents say.  Evidently he is on the run at the moment from the authorities who are intent on removing him back to said Somalia!

Quite extraordinary considering how bleeding heart liberal PC the bloody place has been for years.  Now it seems the worm turns with a vengeance, they are evidently sick to the back teeth of immigrant wogs committing crimes out of all proportion to their numbers in the country.  Remind you of anywhere else?

Great pity the UK does not take a leaf out of the same book!  Why are we constantly beset by ‘yuman rights’ and prissy Canada is about to get away with this?  Note the USA has been doing this for years, plus the Australians are sensible enough to not let them within a thousand miles of the mainland in the first place!

What a pack of fools govern the UK .  I shall have to revise my opinions of Canada if they actually have the guts to go through with this.

We appear to have been discussing more than our fair share of unappealing humans just lately!  What with murdering ragheads, genocidal war lords and paedophiles running amok in the news, or not running as the case may be, it has to be time to appreciate the finer things of existence.

Continue reading “An Antidote”

It is somewhat ironic that the hooked Hamza spent 8 years in the UK evading deportation to the USA.

Considering how much hatred he preached in Finsbury mosque you would have thought he would have been delighted to leave our shores, wouldn’t you? Perhaps the free council house and benefits for his vipers nest of a family were just too good to leave?  Or our misguided sense of justice extended seemingly only to murdering wogs in our midsts? I gather all mod cons are extended to such in British holiday camps/prisons.

I am delighted to see the Yanks had a private jet tooled up with engines roaring at Mildenhall ready to whisk him away before he could speed dial his barristers in their wine bars on a Friday night.  I am delighted to imagine him in the regulation orange jump suit with full shackles in 23 hour a day solitary, because that is where its at currently and for the foreseeable future.  It is so fortunate that American ideas of hospitality in prisons isn’t quite what he will be used to.  My only regret is that they didn’t take him straight to Guantanamo and water board him very, very slowly.  Not only that, we got 5 for the price of one!

I wonder how long it will take of the rest of his life behind bars for him to come to appreciate his unwarranted hospitality accorded to him in the UK and so carelessly derided and abused?  When they give him his first bacon sandwich?  He once compared the UK to a toilet, personally I would drop him in an oubliette and fill it slowly with sewage and sell tickets to see how long he could swim, but then I’m a  marginally vengeful type of human!  Thank heavens the Yanks who run such places are not too overwhelmed with the milk of human kindness towards terrorists and are not going to indulge him.  I suspect that he will remember his council house and benefits with great fondness in due course.  What chance of deporting any other of his relatives?

One silver lining to having him in New York, we will be able to watch him wriggling in court in due course, somehow I really don’t anticipate him being done any favours! Unlike those extended to him within the European so called justice system.  For once as a tax payer we might just get some entertainment for our tax dollars!

It happened when I had the heritage place in upper Carmarthenshire.

There was a strange face in the bar one night, but with a bunch of farmers , I was busy and never got to speak to him except a quick hello. He looked pretty unkempt, but then they all do if they come straight from work so thought nothing of it.  When they had all gone I noticed a wallet under the table, on examination belonging to none of my regulars and assumed it belonged to the new face.  I decided to return it myself as I had friends that way, or so I thought.

Continue reading “A Horrible Tea Tale for Sheona.”

I was put onto this site in the middle of the night on Canadian radio.  As you are all world travellers I am quite sure this will be invaluable to you!

http://orbis.stanford.edu/#

I have already spent (wasted) an hour looking at it.

Although not as spectacular as the drought in the mid west, we too have been having it pretty dry.  It has now got to 40 days and nights without a drop falling from the sky.  Needless to say with our own well and a garden I have been watering every day, all day to keep the beds going, bugger the lawns!  Unfortunately we are on fluvioglacial outflow overlying boulder clay.  To the uninitiated that is one very, very thirsty soil that dries out all too quickly.  Good for bulbs and that’s about it without constant adding of humus and water.

Well then!  Yesterday being the beginning of our Bank Holiday (and sod all happening until Tuesday) what happens, yes, the well pump becomes incandescent and stops dead.  American houses do not have holding tanks.  No well pumping, no water, just like that, not one bleeding drop.  As luck would happen a friend was visiting, he is the water man of the Nooksack tribe.  So he and spousal unit set out to investigate.  The well is so old and solidly built they could not get it apart.  Nothing to be done until Tuesday then!  Mass planning how to save the greenhouse, veg garden and potted plants, forget washing and showers!  Serious panic but only on behalf of plants!  Everyone else can drink wine!

Continue reading “Drought becomes personalised.”

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Wow!  Fancy being accorded the accolade of indecency at the right old age of 64!  Chance would be a fine thing!  When you see the selection round here forget it!  Now then, in Wales I still have a couple lined up but they are on a promise for next lifetime not this!  I only ever did sequence not parallel!

I have been far too busy being inhuman this week to bother with silly nonsense.  I am part of the community garden above, here we have our own patches and a communal food bank area to feed a few deserving but mostly the feckless, parasitic and undeserving flotsam of the County.  On the principle that I really do object on elf and safety grounds to people dying of starvation in the gutter, they are so very visually unappealing, I grudgingly give my time and expertise to the project to see them kept tidily fed in their hovels and off the streets!  We were having a tea party to say thank you to all the volunteers and donors that help make the project the success it is.

Apart from that I had an annual committee meeting of a garden club of which I am refreshment officer.  Not much chance of being indecent there though but I have hopes for inhumanity by considering offering hemlock as an alternative to coffee.  (Not that most of them would notice, already dead from the neck up, might as well help along the rest of them!)

On top of that the veg collected from my patch needed processing.  Those aubergines, toms and peppers all came from the polytunnel on the community garden and were converted into  mass moussakas, not for the masses of course, far too good for them, suggest they try Denmark instead!  Plus converting home grown cucumbers to pickles.

So, all in all, a very busy time.  This afternoon I shall carry, as I always do every week, a basket of my veg to the widow of my last hospice patient.  She is 85 with a wicked tongue, hates Indians (red) and lives on the edge of the reservation, she taught Nooksack Indians for 50 years so we have very amusing conversations.  I only hang around the hospice to do wonders for my inhumanity!

PS  Those tomatoes, the basil and lots of other veg are raised by me, I raise them at home under heat but they do better down there on the plain to crop.  Quite what the undeserving do with so much basil is quite beyond me!  Noticing how many brats they breed probably use it as an aphrodisiac!  (Note to self must dust with itching powder!)

I’m afraid I fell about laughing when I heard this one.

Exporting the NHS, to whom? Who would want it? Don’t they know that when people are paying for direct services they actually want service?  The first world already has better facilities and the third world can’t afford to pay anyway.  Do they seriously think that people will pay good money without a clean private room and bathroom ensuite? People who pay are used to getting direct specialist services without the intervention of GPs and quickly, like the next week latest.  As paying customers they expect fast, polite, efficient service and their choice of good food on an a la carte basis.  Can you actually see the NHS providing that little lot?

I swear I think those bloody olympics have caused brain damage!  Should they wish to export anything like the NHS it might be a good idea if they perfected the brand on the indigenous population first! At the moment they would be up to their necks in malpractice claims in the first week alone!  It seriously gives one the twitch even thinking about it, positively gob smacking in it’s idiocy!

Having endured the most mind numbing tedium for the last fortnight one felt well overdue for a little entertainment.

The weatherman told of the meteor shower tonight arriving at just after midnight in the NE sky.  This happily represented a deal sight more entertainment that has been available for the said fortnight so I duly sallied forth. There, coming from Orion’s Belt straight towards the Big Dipper were streams of them, every minute or so.  All of a sudden they weren’t heavenly bodies anymore, they were coming over no more than a couple of thousand feet!  Well I suppose they have to land somewhere but appeared a bit close for comfort!

Tomorrow, as it is hot, we will visit the mountain, hopefully we shall miss the end of the whole London olympic thing, I really don’t think I need to witness any more claptrap like the opening ceremony.  Interesting really, however hard humanity tries it really cannot even begin to rival the natural world.  Shooting stars outbid fireworks by a country mile!