A Greek Tragedy

One feels an enormous amount of sympathy for the Greek people but the birthplace of democracy and the cradle of Western civilisation has suffered and will suffer for its profligacy.

Greece is insolvent, broke, bankrupt: its government cannot repay its debts and will never be able to do so.

What happens next will be interesting but it may well be painful for Europe and fatal for the Euro.

Living With Huns Volume something-or-another: the Yankees are coming!

The United States Armed Forces maintain a number of military bases in Germany as a legacy of the Second World War and the Cold War. Today there are far fewer of these installations than there were in the past and the remaining bases are also smaller. Almost as a favour to the local authorities the US happens to maintain a small military facility in the Eiffel, a rural region neighbouring greater Trier. This should not be taken as irony, the Eiffel region is relatively isolated and the local economy grew reliant on the US Armed Forces.

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In Lighter Mode

This caught my eye in the Vancouver Sun.

http://www.vancouversun.com/life/Seattle+likes+ride+herself+park+with+video/10725563/story.html

Absolutely splendid that no-one turfed her off the bus or asks for a fare!  Evidently the Bus company think she is a good marketing tool and are happy to accommodate her.

Mind you, Seattle is full of some VERY strange people!

You can just imagine this happening in London can’t you?  NOT!  Imagine the fuss of the burka contingent to sitting on a seat previously occupied by a dog!  I know who I’d rather ride next to. (Or for the pedants, I know, next to whom, I would rather ride!)

All pedantic comments accepted joyfully as the sun is shining and I’m going gardening.  Three four legged supervisors dressed in winter finery will accompany me to see I’m doing it right.

Charlie’s new cover

I rather like Charlie Hebdo’s new cover for tomorrow’s edition. (The first since the slaughter of their staff by Islamist homicidal maniacs last week.)

 The Huffington Post have published it here.

I’ve already sent it to all my mates, as I did with the others because our mainstream press refuse to print them!

P.S. I also rather like the Asterix one 🙂

Nous suivons Charlie

We recently had the Siege of Martin Place, eventually resolved by the swift execution of the Muslim nutter after he murdered two innocent hostages.   We don’t muck about in Australia, given half a chance.

I didn’t post about this atrocity, mainly because I didn’t want to (tolerantly) endure any comments from misguided Charioteers who still believe that all the thousands of gruesome deaths around the world at the hands of Muslims have nothing to do with the cult of Islam, and that “most Muslims are nice people . . .” .

Like hell they are!

Now we’ve had the Charlie Hebdo killings in Paris, and again I wasn’t going to post until I heard one of our left-wing, bleeding heart, ABC TV presenters say, ” . . .  but we must ask ourselves why we should want to publish cartoons that offend our nice Muslim friends . . . “.   One of the others actually agreed with her – although I was encouraged that the third responded with “because we’ve been offending people with funny cartoons for centuries.   It’s part of our culture.” or words to that effect.

After hearing that, I thought it might be a good idea for the Chariot to show a little positive support for Charlie, for Le Canard Enchaîné, for Private Eye, and for the multitude of other satirical publications which refuse to bow to the demands of religious gangsters of any persuasion.

Islam, its brainwashed adherents and its deluded apologists must be eradicated for the sake of a sane world where free-speech and inter-personal kindness and tolerance go hand-in-hand.

Innit?

Mud, Mystery, Murder, Manuscripts and Madness.

I heard this story when I was a lad from my father and grandfather; no mention of it was ever made in school.

The geezer in the muddy boots is Dr. Orville Ward Owen a medical doctor from Detroit, the date is May 1911, the place is close to the low tide mark of the River Wye in the shadow of the walls of Chepstow Castle.

What led the man to this place was never explained to me back then, although what he sought was well known to my relatives, and their view was that he was wasting his time and money. He made several visits, one lasting longer than six months. In all twelve or fourteen shafts were driven into the river bottom, some deeper than twenty feet. All he found were some heavy timbers that were the remains of a Roman landing stage, these were not what he was looking for.

 

 

 

 

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I now hate snow and ice

Just a little poem to start the (snow)ball rolling. I hope it is pessimistic enough for you, Ara 🙂

I now hate snow and ice

Once, when I was young, I used to love the snow and ice,

Now I am old and grey and doddery, it is not so very nice.

What fun it was to ride a sledge quickly down the hill

Now the very thought of that makes me feel quite ill.
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