Nothing too strenuous you understand, but a pleasant stroll on chalk downland, avoiding the rabbit holes. Lovely views, which unfortunately, are quite difficult to photograph successfully.
Not another soul in sight, but a lamentable lack of red kites; wrong time of day, so the photograph is one I took earlier. It’s the closest I could get. They seem to soar in leisurely fashion, but in fact they are moving much too fast for me to snap successfully.
My latest post on MyT has just been moderated! Three pictures and very good tempered comments. Unfortunately I did not think to take a copy. What a shambles.
Dear Angel aka Bearsy or BASM,
Please have another cup of tea before you read this post!
Many thanks to Christina and Soutie – I entirely agree with you.
An explanatory post will follow in a few hours time.
But on which site are you going to post it, Bearsy? (smiley thing).
Night night!
So fair is Square and what’s her sin?
That Queen is also in the bin.
The dreaded Minotaur is out,
The rules they set, they now just flout.
I know I’m but a little voice,
But now we have a dreadful choice:
Do we take this and subside,
Or maybe fight and side by side.
We’ll make these fools eat humble pie
I say fight and do or die. Naught to lose
But lots to gain, and that is surely worth the pain.
A flood of prose could do the trick,
But poetry is much more slick
A round of verse is what we need
Together we will all succeed.
In showing them we are a force
We will defeat them in due course.
Whoever they are!
Just an observation. In the real world, common sense, experience and an ability to see both sides of the problem are applauded; in the cyber-world this is manifestly not so. Hatred, fear and the ability to trawl the internet are all that is required. Rational, logical debate is rarely the result of encounters with racists and Islamaphobics. The attempts to discredit the blogger, rather than the argument are hardly admirable tactics either. It does not add much creditability or weight to their limited view of the world. Continue reading “So, let us have a debate”
They are hopeless
Backing up your peerless prose
In case of what? God only knows.
You may not last another minute
So save it or just go and bin it.
If you value what you’ve writ,
Deletion may just hurt a bit
So what’s the point in running scared
Just write or else you won’t be heard
Does it matter; I think not;
Some of us don’t care a jot.
It’s had its day and now I fear
It’s just about to disappear.
I’m also in trouble because I forgot to attribute this pome to Dear Ethel, who wrote it about a year ago! Obviously things have not improved!
Good Morning:
Bearsy: if you re-read my comment #93, you will see that far from asking you to change your views, I was most emphatically suggesting that I feel exactly the same about some of the views expressed on the thread of Bravo’s post as a MEMBER of DNMT. I hope that clarifies my position. I most certainly agree with your right to comment as you see fit.
I feel that of course discussion is reasonable on any of the subjects that arise out of this appalling event, but don’t feel personally that Bravo’s post is an appropriate place to do so.
This was the reason for my request that Bravo or an administrator remove some of my comments. If you or Bravo choose not to do so, then it is your prerogative of course. I stated that I would prefer this to happen, but no matter.
“I think Tocino makes a very valid point, Bravo. Historically, many so called terrorists are now respectable politicians. I’m sure you can think of many examples.”
Time permitting the above may be an interesting subject for a post; it is, however, a viewpoint and not an endorsement by me of their actions in any way, nor should it be construed as such.
Illusions
Fiends and countrymen, lend me yours ears!
I’ll cut them off and try to make a purse of silk, but not of gold
When they themselves are totally blind to all that’s good.
Children at heart, their howls grow louder as they screech.
We do not hear; they do not exist except in their deluded minds:
Have pity for they cannot help this longing to be part of life.
Rage and rant but no one hears their plaintive cries for help;
Sunlight comes and they are gone without a trace, and so they
Are without a voice, if we decide they are but shadows, and no more
Than we decree, and that’s a fact, helpless, and devoid of power.
Apologies, this has been published before, but I have not had time to complete the next in the series. Supper with Sikhs or Barbies with Buddhists possibly?
Well I took a chance today and despite all the anti-Islam hysteria I thought I’d risk having lunch with a very old friend, who just happens to be Muslim. Forewarned and forearmed and remembering all the warnings to be vigilant, I took a deep breath and stepped hesitantly into the dining area of the Whatsit Arms in Thingy. Continue reading “Lunching with Islam or munching with Muslims”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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