Boadicea's Chariot

Ah, yes, divorce… from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man’s genitals through his wallet.
Robin Williams

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

Let’s put the pensioners in jail and the criminals in a nursing home. This way the pensioners would have access to showers, hobbies and walks. They’d receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc and they’d receive money instead of paying it out.
They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance.
Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them. A guard would check on them every 20 minutes and bring their meals and snacks to their cell.
They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.
They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counseling, pool and education.
Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, PJ’s and legal aid would be free, on request.
Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.
Each senior could have a PC a TV radio and daily phone calls.
There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct that would be strictly adhered to.

The “criminals” would get cold food, be left all alone and unsupervised.
Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week.
Live in a tiny room and pay £900.00 per month and have no hope of ever getting out.
Justice for all we say.

AND… Continue reading “A few passing thoughts,”

Queen – Scandal

http://coldwaterjohn.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/fractalian-digital-imagery/
I have set up a slideshow over on my WP blog, demonstrating digital photography using the Redfield Fractalius plug-in for Photoshop…more for photo geeks than the general readership, but feel welcome to browse.
I also set it up over there, as I didn’t want any more of my screw-ups on Bearsy’s site trying to do something new, like organize a slideshow!

I heard mention this morning of the generation gap, and someone questioning its existence. I have no doubt that the gap exists, and given the level of literacy and numeracy among school leavers, most of it lies between youthful ears.

Any change is resisted because bureaucrats have a vested interest in the chaos in which they exist.
Richard M. Nixon

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

This poem, while short, encapsulates my worldview and has proven definitive in the formation of it.

“Nationality” by Dame Mary Gilmore (Australian)

I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.

All men at God’s round table sit,
and all men must be fed;
But this loaf in my hand,
This loaf is my son’s bread.