Al Queda Explained

But this I could not ignore! For the heck of it I am going to publish the whole article. I knew about this but did not have the direct link to the guy who made it public. Enjoy.
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Al Qaeda – The Database
Shortly before his untimely death, former British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook told the House of Commons that "Al Qaeda" is not really a terrorist group but a database of international mujaheddin and arms smugglers used by the CIA and Saudis to funnel guerrillas, arms, and money into Soviet-occupied Afghanistan. Courtesy of World Affairs, a journal based in New Delhi, WMR can bring you an important excerpt from an Apr.-Jun. 2004 article by Pierre-Henry Bunel, a former agent for French military intelligence.
by: Wayne Madsen on: 5th Dec, 05

"I first heard about Al-Qaida while I was attending the Command and Staff course in Jordan. I was a French officer at that time and the French Armed Forces had close contacts and cooperation with Jordan . . .

"Two of my Jordanian colleagues were experts in computers. They were air defense officers. Using computer science slang, they introduced a series of jokes about students' punishment.

"For example, when one of us was late at the bus stop to leave the Staff College, the two officers used to tell us: 'You'll be noted in 'Q eidat il-Maaloomaat' which meant 'You'll be logged in the information database.' Meaning 'You will receive a warning . . .' If the case was more severe, they would used to talk about 'Q eidat i-Taaleemaat.' Meaning 'the decision database.' It meant 'you will be punished.' For the worst cases they used to speak of logging in 'Al Qaida.'

"In the early 1980s the Islamic Bank for Development, which is located in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, like the Permanent Secretariat of the Islamic Conference Organization, bought a new computerized system to cope with its accounting and communication requirements. At the time the system was more sophisticated than necessary for their actual needs.

"It was decided to use a part of the system's memory to host the Islamic Conference's database. It was possible for the countries attending to access the database by telephone: an Intranet, in modern language. The governments of the member-countries as well as some of their embassies in the world were connected to that network.

"[According to a Pakistani major] the database was divided into two parts, the information file where the participants in the meetings could pick up and send information they needed, and the decision file where the decisions made during the previous sessions were recorded and stored. In Arabic, the files were called, 'Q eidat il-Maaloomaat' and 'Q eidat i-Taaleemaat.' Those two files were kept in one file called in Arabic 'Q eidat ilmu'ti'aat' which is the exact translation of the English word database. But the Arabs commonly used the short word Al Qaida which is the Arabic word for "base." The military air base of Riyadh, Saudi Arabia is called 'q eidat 'riyadh al 'askariya.' Q eida means "a base" and "Al Qaida" means "the base."

"In the mid-1980s, Al Qaida was a database located in computer and dedicated to the communications of the Islamic Conference's secretariat.

"In the early 1990s, I was a military intelligence officer in the Headquarters of the French Rapid Action Force. Because of my skills in Arabic my job was also to translate a lot of faxes and letters seized or intercepted by our intelligence services . . . We often got intercepted material sent by Islamic networks operating from the UK or from Belgium.

"These documents contained directions sent to Islamic armed groups in Algeria or in France. The messages quoted the sources of statements to be exploited in the redaction of the tracts or leaflets, or to be introduced in video or tapes to be sent to the media. The most commonly quoted sources were the United Nations, the non-aligned countries, the UNHCR and . . . Al Qaida.

"Al Qaida remained the data base of the Islamic Conference. Not all member countries of the Islamic Conference are 'rogue states' and many Islamic groups could pick up information from the databases. It was but natural for Osama Bin Laden to be connected to this network. He is a member of an important family in the banking and business world.

"Because of the presence of 'rogue states,' it became easy for terrorist groups to use the email of the database. Hence, the email of Al Qaida was used, with some interface system, providing secrecy, for the families of the mujaheddin to keep links with their children undergoing training in Afghanistan, or in Libya or in the Beqaa valley, Lebanon. Or in action anywhere in the battlefields where the extremists sponsored by all the 'rogue states' used to fight. And the 'rogue states' included Saudi Arabia. When Osama bin Laden was an American agent in Afghanistan, the Al Qaida Intranet was a good communication system through coded or covert messages.

Al Qaida was neither a terrorist group nor Osama bin Laden's personal property . . . The terrorist actions in Turkey in 2003 were carried out by Turks and the motives were local and not international, unified, or joint. These crimes put the Turkish government in a difficult position vis-a-vis the British and the Israelis. But the attacks certainly intended to 'punish' Prime Minister Erdogan for being a 'toot tepid' Islamic politician. "

. . . In the Third World the general opinion is that the countries using weapons of mass destruction for economic purposes in the service of imperialism are in fact 'rogue states," specially the US and other NATO countries.

"Some Islamic economic lobbies are conducting a war against the 'liberal" economic lobbies. They use local terrorist groups claiming to act on behalf of Al Qaida. On the other hand, national armies invade independent countries under the aegis of the UN Security Council and carry out pre-emptive wars. And the real sponsors of these wars are not governments but the lobbies concealed behind them.

"The truth is, there is no Islamic army or terrorist group called Al Qaida. And any informed intelligence officer knows this. But there is a propaganda campaign to make the public believe in the presence of an identified entity representing the 'devil' only in order to drive the 'TV watcher' to accept a unified international leadership for a war against terrorism. The country behind this propaganda is the US and the lobbyists for the US war on terrorism are only interested in making money." (Our emphasis, Ed.)

In yet another example of what happens to those who challenge the system, in December 2001, Maj. Pierre-Henri Bunel was convicted by a secret French military court of passing classified documents that identified potential NATO bombing targets in Serbia to a Serbian agent during the Kosovo war in 1998. Bunel's case was transferred from a civilian court to keep the details of the case classified. Bunel's character witnesses and psychologists notwithstanding, the system "got him" for telling the truth about Al Qaeda and who has actually been behind the terrorist attacks commonly blamed on that group. It is noteworthy that that Yugoslav government, the government with whom Bunel was asserted by the French government to have shared information, claimed that Albanian and Bosnian guerrillas in the Balkans were being backed by elements of "Al Qaeda." We now know that these guerrillas were being backed by money provided by the Bosnian Defense Fund, an entity established as a special fund at Bush-influenced Riggs Bank and directed by Richard Perle and Douglas Feith.
source: The Truth Seeker
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The New Year

Its the 2007 the year of the boar according to the Chinese. "A person born this year is likely to be a good parent. He may be easy to anger, but he is intelligent, honest, courageous, completes projects, gallant, and sincere. People born in these years are honest and straightforward. They can be relied on to see things through. They tend to be popular and make lasting friendship and are good neighbors."
Last year was not that good apart from the different experiences I went through - mostly bad. This year I look forward to going out more often and try to get myself off the bottom of the pit. As I was talking about Outreach; David was very enthusiastic to start with, telling me that he can get me Salvation Army hostel very soon and how he was going to take my worldly goods to the place etc. But that was that. Now he keeps on saying may be next week etc. 'May be....' is not a very nice statement. Hopefully I will get a house this year.
Did you know that, in April 2003, at the height of Ieaq War The Church of Nativity on Bethlehem - remember the birth place of Christ - decided to ban George Bush and Tony Blair from the Birth place of Christ.
The Church noted:
"They are war criminals and murderers of children. Therefore the Church of Nativity decided to ban them access into the holy shrine for ever,"

"Their entry into the church will tarnish it as [Bush's] hands are covered in the blood of the innocent,”
There are some sane people on this Earth init?



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Depression

With all these bad things happening around me I started getting depressed. How do I know? Well I hate going out now. I do not have a good laugh with my friends. Even going to the shops is a bloody pain. So I went to my gp and consulted him. He gave me some tablets to take every day at a certain time. Time table is hard work for me but the worst thing was in the leaflet instructions in big letters "DO NOT TAKE THESE IF YOU FEEL SUICIDAL". Likes it! I am already feeling so low about myself what am I going to do after taking the bloody stuff init? Anyway I took one and sat and watched tv. After about half hour I started seeing tunnel vision and felt faint. So lied down and after another hour or so felt good enpigh to walk to the garage and sleep. Stopped taking them and phoned the gp. He prescribed another type of anti-depressant. Took one in the afternoon and by evening I was itchy and scrachy. Man it was like a rash, in my wrists, under the chin, on the chest. Then I started a bit googling and found out that most of this kind of drugs have loads of side effects, which are not very nice; eg. increased heart rate, drowsiness, dry mouth, constipation, urinary retention, blurred vision, dizziness, confusion, and sexual dysfunction. This is what Wikipedia says:
" Clinical depression (also called major depressive disorder, or sometimes unipolar when compared with bipolar disorder) is a state of intense sadness, melancholia or despair that has advanced to the point of being disruptive to an individual's social functioning and/or activities of daily living. Although a low mood or state of dejection that does not affect functioning is often colloquially referred to as depression, clinical depression is a clinical diagnosis and may be different from the everyday meaning of "being depressed". Many people identify the feeling of being depressed as "being blue", "feeling sad for no reason", or "having no motivation to do anything". One suffering from depression may feel tired, sad, irritable, lazy, unmotivated, and apathetic. Clinical depression is generally acknowledged to be more serious than normal depressed feelings. It often leads to constant negative thinking and often substance abuse."
Further research took me to this website called "Depression Understand it, Treat it, Beat it" Its alright and gave me an insight into why I am suffering from it. So I decided to give my GP the boot on this occasion.

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Very far away place called home

Isn't it wicked to blog like this; but when I read other's blogs I feel I am going backwards and all. Well you read todays blog and then you have to back........Just kidding. I have been trying to explain to a friend of mine to understand life's trivia like er..., past which was present, present which is now and the future which is going to be. When you split it up like that, it is very simple init? But try to analyse and present it to another person like this :
*I exist
*I am male
*if I marry a girl
Same day
*if my father marries her daughter
*if I and my wife have a child
*if my father and his wife have a child
After ten years
Well my friend said, "Good but if all the ifs cancel out you can find a solution?"
But I don't have a problem it is the rest of them who have a problem init?


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Outreach is outofreach

This is the way things work for me. Remember last blog I was in high spirit thinking that I will be sorted by at least next week. But Monday came and went no David, my man at Outreach. Phoned the place up got the answer phone. Talked to the machine about my frustration. Wednesday came and went and I phoned on Thursday. I got a female voice who advised me that David has been off ill. Damn. He is off this week as well.
Have you heard about Global Dimming? This is a BBC program about climate change. I remember back in late 70's there was a boffins argument that the Antarctica is getting too fat. More and more water is getting frozen on top of the glacier we already have. So they were theorizing that that if the ice cap get more ice the bottom of the world will get too heavy and that can create a Doppler effect and the spin of the earth will go astray. Then few years later they started shouting about the ozone layer depletion which they knew in 1950's at least. Weird.

In Search of Happiness?

One of the harder days for me. Yesterday I managed to get a Council place called Outreach, interested in me. I have been trying to get into a B/B through the HUB a place where homeless people can go and get help. It used to be, a drop in place, when they started. But they were so inundated with homeless people they stopped that malarky. Now you have to get up at the top of the morning and be there around 9 AM to get a place in the queue. Few people like about 5 or 6 gets appoinments, others have to come back another day. I have been there twice last year before I got an appoinment. This time as I am not very well to go there in the morning and spend my already reduced confidence on something which will not work in my favour; I phoned the HUB. And I think the staff there in the HUB is not that bad. So when I phoned them the last week this woman told me to try Outreach. A guy called Dave wanted to help me. So I had the appoinment at 11 AM. Dave was supposed to pick me up at 10.30 and away we go. But he was late and we ended up arranging for 2 PM to be there in the HUB.
Now HUB is a front end of the BCC which has got Government educated, funded and controlled staff. They have been audited by the Home Office for too much spending. They used to house around 80 people in a week in B/Bs, Hostels and church funded various places. But the audits said that is too much and make it 30 in a week. So I can see my chances of getting into a B/B is out. But I went ahead with the idea of Dave, that we have to go through that channel to see, by a smallest chance we get a place. So I got picked up by Dave and we went to the HUB. We had a chat before walked in. He explained all the trouble they go through manning the Outreach. The types of people who come there and about the druggies and alcoholics etc. And I am not any of them. Because the society cares about them more than people like me who are still trying to make something out of our lives with all the handicaps, we have to think about how to sort this out.
I remember back in 1989 I came out of the prison (for possession of controlled drugs) I didn't have a place to go. So I booked into a B/B in Hampton Road in Clifton. The Government paid £ 55 per week to the landlord. We get breakfast in the morning if we turned up before 9 AM. Cruel init. But after a week or so the landlord agreed to keep my breakfast for me on the side. And I can nuke it in the microwave to eat later. Sometimes there use to have as much as 3 days old meals waiting for me. It was a good breakfast. Couple of eggs, bacon slices and sausages, and tomatoes or baked beans with buttered toast. And mind that was prepared for us. Last year when I spent a stint in B/B it was so different. Restrictions galore. It is like a prison without the look of a prison. You have a curfew at 11 PM. No visitors. There is no landlord as such. There is a screw. He or she demands your perfect behaviour. The screw can come into your room any time. Once this guy opened my door without any knocking; and I went ballistic. After a while the screws thawed a bit towards me and I learnt the code for the front door and without trouble I could smoke in the room. And breakfast is not prepared. What you get is tea bags, milk and sugar. Coffee is there but it is the instant type. A crate of eggs and 2 types of cereals. And the BCC pays the company who runs the place £ 48 a day. £ 336 a week. That is 610% increase. And the treatment of the tenants/inmates have got worse. The humanity of the B/B has died, with the New Labour who is supposed to look after people who are vulnerable.
All right think about this. You go to the grocery shop and you ask in English " Could I have 50 gms of Fromage frais please?". And the question is what do French people call it in French language?






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I am losing it

The pressure is on. I cannot have a drink without losing my thinking. Yesterday a good friend John came to Bristol after an absence of about 2 years. He used to live in Royate Hill. Then all of a sudden he decided to sell his property and move to North Wales. That was a very sad to see my man leave Bristol. Then he eventually settled down in Cornwall with his missus. And it was very nice for him to call around and the meeting, at midday, was emotional. So we had a fair amount of alcohol after he stashed his car near his bro's. I was quite drunk when I got to Dan's place, around 6 pm, where I spend most of the time. I thought I was it. I did not realise how stupid my thinking has gone to. I read an email from the Easton Community group and misunderstood it in a very funny way. Then I thought I will write a reply to it. Man or man I am so embarrassed when I saw the post this afternoon I nearly passed out. Well what can I do? Nothing as I believe what ever I done in the past was the right thing at the right time so that I am right here. Yeah sure it is very easy think logically all this shit but to apply it on the occasion without even realising it; is the aim.
I was very good I think in making friends. I came to Bristol without knowing any one but within a couple of years I knew hundreds of the locals by their first names. After a few months of living here and there I moved into the Block back in 1981. It was a row of houses on St Michael's Park. We called it The Block. No 16 was a total punk house. Next door 17 was kind of mixed teenage house. No 18 was a another mixed house. Then the 19 was where I lived. It used to be a punk house but when I moved in most of the punks have left. No 20 is kind of straight and pretty house. This is the time of the Bristol Wild bunch time. Dug Out was the place to be.
The shop was making a lot of money and the bank manager was very happy. And the life was so great I refused a great job in London as an Estate agent. The locals enjoyed me and I got invited to a lot of parties. There was a regular woman in her late 20s who used to come into the shop with her son who was very polite. But he use to ask for chocolates every day after school. When she does not buy he wouldn't throw a fit. But he will go out with a puckered lip. So one day I told him I was as light skinned as himself when I was a kid; and ate a lot of chocolates and that is why I am dark skinned now. He stopped having a puckered lips after that.







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Being Homeless and a bit of the past

This is very easy to write here after all these months or is it years. I know there are some people who visit this blog. So very soon I am going to put a comments spot on this.
I am home less. Yes no home no gas bills no electric bills no place to clean no rubbish bins to put out on every other Monday. Gosh it is getting complicated and all. We had a black box to put the recycling stuff and a big black bin to put rest of the rubbish in. Very neat and very easy. Now a household has a black box to put the cans and bottles and paper in. Then there are two brown boxes to put the cooked and uncooked food left-overs in. No plastic bags in them please. Nice neat very easy. But the complication comes when they say put the black bins out every other Monday. And the others every Monday. It does not look complicated to the ordinary, but when you live in a house every Sunday is not the same and every other Sunday is not the same. So sometimes if you forget to put the big black bin out you are fucked. Why? Because you have two weeks before it gets unloaded. And if you have too much like a bit of a black bag protruding they refuse to empty it. There you now got six weeks of rubbish. Yeah well get rid of them in the neighbor's init? Well thank you very much I do not have that problem now ha ha!
Living homeless is an art. I have done it many times. In 80' I was a partner in a grocery shop. No kidding. This Indian kiddie I knew in London bought a shop in Bristol in 1979 and he did not have a clue about groceries. He is good at money which I am not. But I understand the punters and how they behave. So he invited me to become a partner in the business. I hate documents, agreement signed etc. So on his word I started to give him a hand.
The place was the Spar shop in Abbotsford Road. It was a shed with a slanting flat roof and a smaller shed at the back for the store room and staff room. The toilet was an outhouse for toilet and storage. The shop opened on weekdays at eight in the morning and close at six in the evening with a lunch break at one to two. Half days on Wednesday and Saturdays nine to five with one to two lunch break. It was the good old days over in Cotham Hill. All the shops had the same hours. Spar shop was taking about £600 a week. I could not think how they made money out of the place. There were two part time staff. One woman around forty to fifty and a young teenager. The old lady could not handle my mate,Jef. His real name is Indrasingh Jethwa. But we anglacized his name to Jef. Any how she quit. And the teenager lasted another month and left. Now me and Jef to do the hours in the shop and get the cash and carry sorted. Then again there is a matter of vegetables, fresh every day. That means our day started at about 5 AM and go to the whole sale vege place in Brislington. Get the days fresh vege and down we go back to the shop. Down a cup of tea. Set up the shop. Then Jef goes away to the cash and carry place in Avonmouth. I won't see him for the next 5 hours or so.
We set up a new time table. We open the shop at 9 AM and close at 10 PM. No bloody lunch breaks and no more Wednesday half days and Saturday different times. We are open every day except Christmas day, 9 to 10. Killing hours but it is easy for the punters to remember init?
That is how I came to be living in Bristol. It is a cool city. Compared to other places I been it is friendly. I remember one night about 8; I decided to go out and asked one of the customers to direct me to a good pub. This guy took me to Highbury Vaults. It used to be run by a guy called Pony tail Paul and his girl frien Dot. Nice juke box and the people were friendly. At 10.30 - remember the closing time - I started guzzlying my pint of Guinness and my mate told me not to worry about it. Then Paul came behind the bar and asked me how many bottles. I said 4 without even knowing what the hell is about. After about half hour when most of the people has gone we were taken upstatirs to the living space. The party on.


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Evolution

I read this article about evolution and it's updates on Darwin's theory from the "World Sciencs" Website. It is a fine research work. To go to the exact article PRESS.

It goes very close to my own philosophy. Simply I and Amoeba, have no differences at all. I learn things my way, Amoeba learn things Amoeba way. Only different is I am multi cellular and the Amoeba has only one cell; I am talking to you and Amoeba talk is not understood by us only interpreted. I have them living on my body.

Most of the time people make it very complicated as they think and prove that the animals do not think. That animals have no intelligence. But how do these people know huh?
Same article says:
.......A second proposed solution also assigns a role to learning, and has also gained currency in recent years. This idea claims that creatures learn to recognize and prefer mating partners more like them. This might prevent random mating that would otherwise mix up gene pools and stop speciation. Some experimental evidence backing the notion has been published.......

What it forgets is whether a ordinary human will have sex with a babboon to have babies or not? Some of us will be guilty of this situation? But we know that it is significantly small. How do they know all these is a problem I had even when I was a kid. I imagined laboratories in a small scale where these animals have access to the prior knowledge and they can experiment on lessor creatures. But that idea become a fantacy as I grew up.
Mre about it here

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Storm is it?

This evening ….. about 22.00Hrs…….the storm hit us in Bloy Street Easton. I was sitting around with some friends getting stoned and drinking a bit of foreign alcohol….. you know the cheap-like. There was a kind of heavy showers predicted by the Weather Reports in the afternoon; I thought nothing about it until it was on us. And this one looked good. I went out after the second lightening which felt quiet and the rumble came after like an after thought. Boy I felt good with the very heavy clouds in the sky, thick and big rain drops pelting down; and as I went up the hill I saw the clouds are getting thicker. The lightening struck somewhere and it was like just a feeling and then I saw the light; then the distant rumble angry tones in them. I reached the top of the Devon Road hump bridge and I could still see the lights in the M32 area. Within a minute or less all the lights were covered by the cloud. Oh I wished I was up in the High Kingsdown area watching this area…… Then it came; deluge of water like a curtain. Man I was in….. hmmmmm it is not some thing I ever felt before. I cannot logically explain about it. Then the lightening; it was like two flashes in two different places in that cloud. And a low rumble which comes afterwards. Air was electric without the normal electric feeling you feel before thunderstorms; maybe due to the big drops of water which feels like a sheet of water but the sheet is very thick. You could see only a few feet. By this time I was on top of the bridge; I turned back towards Bloy street side and the hood of my coat came off, and I got hit by the wind and rain. I was soaked to the skin and the shoes were belching water. I felt panic and some strange feeling came over me. I started walking fast down the hump towards Bloy street and then realised that feeling was fear of death. I was quite sure that I was not afraid of dieing; now what?

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There is one law

My law. Which says this is the way I understand and this is the way I should of be. Well this is good as I have an understanding about it. But what about when I do not know what it is?

Everything I persieve will be analysed by my logic and understood by me the way I want to understand. The whole universe around me is an illusion deducted by my own logic. What is the real universe? Do I really need to know the real one to live in it? Is the my universe different from yours? Is that what in simple terms means by 'parallel universes'?

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Why do people bank their money?

At the moment in life you have to have a bank account; otherwise you will have a problem...... of er..... well mostly living I supppose. I have been talking to a mate of mine who will not have a bank account. He has a Mortgage account er..... endowment policy like. That is it man. He pays his bills by cash and he has his house and he lives. My mate says he has to pay 5 quid more a month for his rent for the garage he rents, because he pays by cash. Is it right or is it on. Now why should some one pay more money because he is settling the accoumt with cash and not through bank. Now who are these people who got shares in the banking world I wonder. And I wonder more when I think...... forget it!
Do you know that Mr Major is working for the Halibarton or some big company now. Wonder whether he had any interests in that quarter during the time he was a prime minister init? Well we the people will find out when we are dead.
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Intelligent bacteria?

The bacteria are the smallest living creature in this world. They do the same things humans do with the setup they have. They use chemicle signal system to know about things, like sex of another, and do things as 'aving it. So they are intelligent in their own way. Eg. "the deadly Pseudomonas aeruginosa can make a living by infecting a wide variety of animal and plant tissues, each of which is a very different type of environment in which to live and find sustenance."

Cooperation and altruism

These guys group together to make a colony and move about seeking food sources. And if a virus attacks them some of them commit suicide to save others.

Mousetraps, learning and language

Boffins say just like the game of Mousetrap where a chain reaction occurs to perform a certain task, the bacteria uses the system in search of food. If a food particle brushes against the cell, then a molecular chain reaction occurs to perform the task of enveloping the food particle to digest it. It is just like me smelling a kebab and going down the road seeking the smell with a mitfull of money init?

Single bacterium has different chemicle reactions like that for various purposes. These systems can be replicated by the bacterium if needed. So if there is a lack of nutrients bacterium can activate a system to make the nutrient attract towords him. And the system is replicated to have more c0pies of itself. How do they know how to do that. That is learning just like me.

When they are starving they send stress signals to eachother and form a harder exterior wall to survive the food shortage and come out later alive. They can absorb information from outside, analyse it, signal each other about it and vote on it and then individuals take action about it.

The bofins are trying to copy this system into a neural network in computers. Simply system works like this. Say there is a picure of a human being given to the puter. Ask the qestion whether it is a male or female. Now the whole photo is digitised into a big number. this number is fed into the front line of cells in the neural net, such that each cell gets a digit of the number. These cells are programed to do a function like add or substract then pass the whole or part of the result to the next level of cells. The numbers go thrugh the system and finally come out to the output cells with the answer female as 1 and/or male as 0. At first the answers are random but the system can learn with the programmer adjusting the system and the system itself learning.

The above system and bacterium system are not exactly right. There are four main factors which govern these processes.

1) In a bacterium all thses processes work parallely to one another where as in a computer they are done serially. So we need lots of sub-computers to work together.

2) All these processes have to be logically analysed and the result sent to the individual cells. Computer and bacterium seems to be able to do it.

3) These processes in bacterium are increased in strength by making multiple copies of itself on the run.

4) Crosstalk is a must in bacteria as the different processes not linked to eachother can talk to eachother as the processes are performed. This is called the associate memory. Like me in Sally Army 7.45 AM and I feel hungry and drooling as breakfast opens at 8.


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Uni World

Uni World

I have been away for a while. Alien abduction. No I went to my own land for a bit. I got hassled by the Bristol DWP to prove that I am what I am. So I thought I will go away for a bit. Scared you know. Then a "relative" of mine said that I should go to a place he knows but he says if I tell you guys where it is I will be in trouble. So let us keep the peace with him and you and say no more
It is very difficult to be a money launderer and just to think you are born bred and buttered to be a money launderer. And your father mother and your whole ancestry has been money laundering for a living. Ok say you go to work, get some doss and then pay for what ever you want to be able to live. You need the money to live otherwise you go hungry and starve like in the “poor” countries and die. Only the fit survive. Only the moneyed survive. Did you see the Tsunami? There were people who already knew that they are not supposed to be in certain areas. Like the September 11th plain hijacking; there were people in North America that they were not supposed to travel by air on that day. So it is the money, which keep people bubbling. Have you been to parties where there is no food no booze no drugs? Party dies young. People feel tired and go to bed. So it is more important to have money. I have been without it for a few months now. It is not bad really. I am not paying any gas electrics and rent at the moment as those accounts are frozen as I am bankrupt. Few of my friends contribute a little bit here little bit there and I get through.
This place I went is cool. There is no government as such but everything gets done you see. It is a big place bigger than our world. Yeah there are few countries but they are different. Because which ever country you go it does not matter what money you have. Everyone works. There are no one who is not employed. There are no invalids. There are no mentally handicapped. And there weren’t any physically fucked up people either. No man it is no heaven. It is just they are not known by those terms. They are all people well different. Good for different jobs. But equally useful I say. A blind man is been looked after by a half-a-blind man. Can you see the logic? No one is unemployed. They do not understand the logic we live. They say how can some people have lots of jobs and others cannot get any. Then they say what is more important getting the rubbish cleared or piloting a plane? Took me a while to see the simplicity.

The kids up to the age of 14 are looked after, educated and get the best in care. Then after 14 years of age everyone works. Different people are good at doing different jobs. So everyone has a job to do. It is not that important that the job has to be done at a specific time. It is just that if it has to be done it will be done. For me it was difficult to get the hang of it really. But then again I live here in Bristol and went there for a break.

There are no laws as such but there are ways of life, which, you rather not break; because it can cause hurt for you and others. They retire around 40 years of age. After that they become just advisors and teachers. After childhood this is the best time in your life. You can do anything. You get more money than when you were working. And you can go anywhere you like. Well I started thinking; you see; everyone from 14 to 40 years of age work. That is the best productive time in your life. There are military no police no heavies. So there are no wastage of brawn and brain. Yeah in our world all the countries have military. Who are they I mean the military. They are the best brawn and brains of the country. And they are wasted in wars.
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The Day I went Apple Picking

I went apple picking. Well ..... at least I went and others picked. It was a drizzly morning with a promise of better weather later. So we got picked up about 10 am and driven to this orchard. There were 4 of us in the back of the van and three in the front. Well I have seen the same scene in the TV when they take fun on the ethnic sweatshop transport system. No it is different in this situation, as we knew each other ha ha hee hee. Got to this orchard and stopped on the grass curb and we 'ad to cl.i..i...i....i.....i......mb over the fence. Mmmmmmmmm.
Away we went and 'ad a cup of tea with muffins. Then Greg and Sharon went around shaking trees with this big pole with a hook at the end of it (Got some photos). If I 'ad my way - yep I would of stayed at 'ome init- I would of put a sheet or something underneath to catch the apples and then pick the rest. But it is not done like that here. You have a bucket and squat down and pick. It is fast and furious to start with and slows down later. I like picking with both hands. It is bloody backbreaking work mate. I ‘ad better things to do than that. So I took some more photos. I went around looking and observing.
You see this orchard is quite big, say, about 18 acres I think. I got thinking who is this person who is looking after this orchard? Asked questions to find out that he is not rich. The whole orchard with the machinery – tractor, apple harvester which works only on the flat areas, a little motorised 4 wheeler cart- is for sale for £ 150,000. And an Imperial Ton of Apples on the trees will give the farmer about a 100 quid. If the price is wrong email me?
Their record harvest is over 150 ton. So that means the harvest must be averaging about 100 ton which will bring ‘ome £ 10,000. Well you reckon that is been rich I do not know. Every other year they do not pick. That halves it init?
Then again he could not have that much of expenses. It is a organic orchard. That means it has been registered as an organic orchard. The farmer has to register and after tree years without any chemicals been put in there he gets a certificate. I heard that orchard has not seen any chemicals for the last 23 years. It was first planted on the year 1951. And the runts removed and replanted in 1961. There is a nice map with the rows of apple trees been numbered and with their respective names.
We saw a buzzard. According to Guru net:
buzzard, common name for hawks of the genus Buteo and the genus Pernis, or honey buzzard, of the Old World family Accipitridae. Honey buzzards feed on insects, wasp and bumblebee larvae, and small reptiles. The name buzzard is also incorrectly applied to various hawks and New World vultures, such as the turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) and the black vulture (Coragyps atratus) of the family Cathartidae. Buzzards are classified in the phylum Chordata subphylum Vertebrata, class Aves, order Falconiformes, family Accipitridae.
It must have been a baby having a bit of practice on flying; as it got into a gust of wind and had a flutter and recovered from it. Then it flew away.
Across the road in a field about a ¼ mile away we saw two deer. I took a photo but I am not sure what type they were. I been told they are the local variety, but there is a quiet discussion going on, about it, inside me head.
Does the deer have an identity? I mean who that individual deer is? The name and the nationality etc. The Parent deer goes like ”Your name is Christopher; your father’s name is dad; you have this surname called Willudear. That makes you Christopher Willudear. And your nationality is Dear” I wonder how confusing that will be to the Christopher Willudear? If he ran away and met lots of other deer called this and that Deer; that will be more confusing or what? So the moral of the story is “Thou shalt not judge others when thou has no intention of understanding the said situation, in which the accused has been” Taken out of an Old Tatement (yes not testament mate).
I am not sure what that deer was; so I will not try to bullshit my way of explaining the ancestry of the said deer. Oh dear!
We had lunch of course the lunch is always sarnies init? But this is king sarnie. Lots of different types of fillings example the Dolmades and Stuffed Cabbage Rolls were a few of them. This dolmades which comes from the Northern Greece. Let us see what this Greek food is all about. I know a place I visited regular fashion in the early years of me life in Bristol. In Cotham Hill there was a place called Orthello Kebab House. A Greek guy by the name of Phillip owned and ran the place. His real name is not Phillip but some thing like Pordias. He was a great guy. Looked after us. Fed us when we did not have any money and advised us when we got into trouble. Leant us a shoulder to weep on. I still know his daughter Flora and she visits me often. There were lots of Greek restaurants them days. One by one they were bought by Indians and Pakistanis. There is a big argument about the authenticity of the Greek foods. Are they Greek or are they Turkish. Turks who migrated from Mongolia over the years did not have any such authority until the Ottoman Empire. That is 1400 AD or so. So the Greek empire lasted until the Constantinople fell to the Sulayman mob in 1453 AD. So most of the food which was in the Mediterranean was given Turkish names and absorbed into the Turkish cuisine
So according to the boffins (Early Period, issue #5, written and published by Rebecca and David Wendelken, original date unknown (circa late 1970s - early 1980s), Dolmades started in the 5th century. So that was well before the Turks took over Greece. And you bet even the bloody tinned variety is Ummy.
After food everyone went picking again and I had a wee chat with Greg about the orchard and the owner. Then we saw this little thing running about on the road. Greg ran up and caught it. It was a Field Mouse. This is what I found about the creature.
Apodemus sylvaticus L.1758 (wood mouse, long-tailed field-mouse)
The wood mouse can easily be distinguished from the house mouse by its larger ears and eyes. Its warm brown coat cannot generally be confused with the dull greyish coat of the house mouse, although unusual colour variations and the grey fur of the young of both species may make identification more difficult. The wood mouse does not have the distinctive odour associated with the house mouse.
Wood mice have soft, smooth fur which is sandy or orange brown on the head and back, yellowish on the flanks and white on the belly. There is usually a small streak of yellow pigmentation in the otherwise white fur of the chest. The tail is almost as long as the body and has a sparse covering of black hairs. The tops of the feet are covered by short white hairs and each toe - four on the fore feet and five on the hind - ends in a sharp claw.
Some biology:
Size: This varies according to season and locality. On mainland Britain in the spring: Male is 25g and the female is 20g (unless she is in an advanced stage of pregnancy).
Colour: Sandy or orange brown on head and back, yellow on flanks, white on belly. Young: greyish brown.
Breeding season: March/April to October/November.
Gestation: 25 - 26 days.
No of young: Usually 2 - 9 with an average of 5.
Lifespan: This averages 2 - 3 months, may survive 18 - 20 months in the wild, 2 years or more in captivity.
Food: Mostly seeds, but eats a wide range of plant and animal food.
Predators: Cat, weasel, tawny owl, long - eared owl.
Distribution: Widespread in Britain and Ireland and also on many of the surrounding islands.
Wood mice are primarily seed eaters (granivores), relying to a great extent on the seeds of trees such as oak, beech, ash, lime, hawthorn and sycamore. Every year they eat a high proportion of the annual seed crop and it seems likely that only small quantities of seed therefore, survive to germinate the following spring. The mice are efficient seed gatherers and when there is a plentiful supply on the ground, they carry them back to the nest for storage. Small invertebrates, particularly small snails and insects, may be eaten throughout the year, but are particularly important sources of food in late spring and early summer. This is the time of year when seeds are least available and larval and adult insects are abundant. Moth caterpillars which fall from the upper canopy of trees to pupate in the soil, are a common food in summer.

We were told that the Greg wanted only 2 tons of the apples collected. So when he saw it was done we stopped. And we drank some cider. Well I started while we were ‘aving lunch. That was a wicked strong cider only to be drunk by the crew. That stuff do not get sold as it is more potent than allowed by the government. It is like this; if the cider is under 8.5% alcohol then it is cider. Anything more it is wine. Stupid law init? So we ‘ad Apple Wine. Of course one of us did not drink as some one ‘ad to drive us back. Was not me huh?
That was a great day out. Let there be more I say.

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Father Son And The Holy Ghost

I have been under a lot of strain; who put that strain in there?
Can name a few; those people meant a lot to me. They made me feel that I can depend on them what ever the situation is. But when I get into a situation like, what I am in now, they have unbelievable reasons for not to be in a mood to help me. Ok I am guilty of the same offense.
So here I am as fucked up as I was earlier and looking forward to..........................
I am looking for me Identity. When was I be born? Where was I be born? Who are my parents.? How do I know! I was not old enough to observe, while my birth was taking place. You were old enough to observe it. Did you? Then why ask me?
I take the whole responsibility. If I live I am. If I die I am................
I am the father and the son and the ghost.
That means to me that I was the father who created me and I am the son who lives this life and I am the ghost who will be remembered as me after I have been here. Objectively spoken; subjectively it is simply I am the trinity; if you cannot say that about yourself you are not born yet.
Let you know something though. People ask me how come you can write better English. You know what; how many of you wrote "Tom Sawyer" by Mark Twain when you are only 12 years old. Yeah the whole book word for word. And I am not that good.
When other kids were trying to have an imaginery shag by going out and be seen with lots of wankers like themselves, I did things like, reading and writing. You just do it and bliss.
There was I and me mate says "How long you known me?".
And I did not know what to say man.





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What religion are You?

What ever I say in this journal…. er ….. blog init….. is my own logic translated into the English Language according to the education I had; some from books and mostly from living in England. Then we have you the reader reading this journal and understanding in your own logic which itself is depended on your understanding of the language. Now I am trying to – as I explained at the start – make everything in life as simple as possible. That way I can follow my own path easily without going into ‘if’ and ‘but’ situations. You might not totally agree with me. But say for instance you do the same thing; I mean make it simple for your self to follow. That will be your religion.

At the moment you might say, “No I am a Buddhist”. What then. If you take the word Buddhism means the Philosophy according to Buddha. So how can it be yours? You are trying to be like Buddha and you think you are doing fine. But Buddha lived over 2550 years ago. He did not write anything down. Over 70 to 80 years later some people thought that they will try to write it down for later generations to understand it better than the word of mouth could. Good idea I would of done the same in that situation. So the reader, who is calling oneself a Buddhist, follows the path, which we all think what Buddha said, in ones own logic. So how can one say one is a Buddhist. It comes to reason that what you really mean is I am a Buddhist according to my own understanding of the Dharma. So you have your own religion. You can call your self anything you like , but it is nonsense not to think that you are a believer of your own philosophy and logic

Now this is fine logic from my favourite book at the moment; viz. “Frogs Birthday-Treat” by Lewis Carroll:

“…..”Can you sing it, Bruno?” I asked.

“Iss I can,” Bruno readily replied, “And I sa’n’t. It would make Sylvie cry ---“

“It wouldn’t!” Sylvie interrupted in great indignation. “And I don’t believe the Goat sang it at all!”

“It did though!” said Bruno, “ It singed it right froo. I sawed it singing with his beard-------“

“It couldn’t sing with its beard,” I said, hoping to puzzle the fellow: “ a beard isn’t a voice.”

“Well then, oo couldn’t walk with Sylvie!” Bruno cried triumphantly, “Sylvie isn’t a foot!”

I wonder if I follow my main man Lewis Carroll what would you call me; a Carrollist?

Thinking again about the if situations: I always compare with the situation, “What if my mother had a prick?” I love me mom but it is the one instance you can unravel you worst phobias in the fast lane and lose.

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Living in Easton

I have been a monk and a recluse among lots of people milling around me today. Why? Because I wanted to be thus. There are lots of work to be done and it will be non-achieved by sitting around with friends and others and having it.
Do you know the police in Bristol have a badge with “AVON AND SOMERSET CONSTABULARY” written on the badge. Some of the local citizens got the brilliant idea of changing the writing to “AVING IT SOMEWHERE CONSTANTLY” and we used to have t shirts made out of it and wear them for demonstrations and free parties which the police hated and busted. The life generally in Bristol is getting into a rut these days as the kids growing up has got better things to do like stay at home and watch the bloody telly or play computer games. Then there are some who get into gangs and terrorise the people around. I heard this Pakistani and West Indian descended kids going around shouting abuse at white people; generally terrorising them with “who is the fucking slave then?” and burning their vehicles – of course when the owners are not present. These kids are under 18 years old some are 13 to 14 years of age. The kid who confronted me was a mere 14 years old. Well I am not black and not white not in-bewtweener but a Indian looking some other creed with dread locks and a proud face with a big nose(Well as I put it to kids I have a small face huh). He threatened me with all sorts of slang words picked up from Jamaican, Paki, etc and threw this football in me face, which hit me nose and bounced off. He is under age to do any fuck. I am waiting until he is 18. No promises.
You know me better than that don’t you? I hope so. Any thing which comes into my perception is logically understood by me and I will have to terminate it as the results of my own logic. So it should not last more than five minutes I mean that set of emotions. I do not want to put the blame on others. I created it and I live it, and I might as well enjoy it. Think about it for a bit. The people who indulge in their own emotions more than five minutes lose their perception of the rest of their life. Say for instance I go to the cinema and I see a prehistoric creature and start thinking about how imperfect the thing looks like and that should of looked like this and that. I miss the plot, which has been unravelling, before me, during that time I was engrossed in thinking about it. "Thinking about the past formulating the future I miss the present. And where is the past then?
I hope you remember that I said about people whom I know cannot put their thoughts into writing because they have this fear that their grammar is bad etc. Well this is my own experience.
How do you pronounce the word Elgin? Is it pronounced as you pronounce origin or like begin? Right you decide.
I shared a space in a place called Maida Vale in London. On Elgin Avenue. So here is me a not-so-black-not-so-white but Indian looking bloke no dread locks getting into a taxi and loud and clear saying, “156 Elgin Avenue (origin) please?” And the taxi driver corrects me very politely, “You mean, Elgin(begin) Avenue? Ok sir ”. Mind the politeness. Then I correct myself next time I hail a London Hackney cab and tell the driver, “156 Elgin(begin) Avenue please?” The driver, not the same, says politely,” You mean Elgin(origin) Avenue sir?” Well you see what I mean. I do not know whether the same thing happens to white people. I mean a white taxi driver try to correct you the white person? I doubt. I go through this a lot. I mean if the guy knows what I am talking about what the bloody hell matters init? If I say “ I wood like to go to toun and buy some bred.” Will you understand me? Yeah because I am talking to you. But if I write it what happens? Will you or will you not understand me?

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Where God lives

It is a lot disgusting to think about the world politics. So I thought about God.
What would God or Allah or any one who is capable of righting the wrong and vice versa choose as one’s adobe? Say for instance you live in an Island on your own. You have everything you need. You do not have any aspirations or any challenges. How long will you last before you go insane with boredom?
Now you put lots of people in there, in that Island with you, and you are the caretaker, governor, jury et Judge. You control everything even the times of their births and deaths. Will you live in that Island or go some where else to live? Now you can see why the God, Allah etc. could not exist in this world. Heavens above or may be the Earth below should be their haven.
No wonder the Prime Minister of this country live in a different place. Otherwise he must be able to understand what common people feel.

In the meantime up North in Bristol the Police had this to say.

“POLICE APPEAL FOR HELP TO TRACK DOWN COLOURFUL BURGLAR ( Clifton )
Police are searching for a distinctive burglar who took building tools worth several hundred pounds from a Bristol building site. The man committed the offence at the site in Merchants Road, Clifton, between 1-1.30pm on Wednesday April 14.The man drove a dark red Ford Escort van, which had a black Ford Sierra bumper on the front and also had a double roof rack, on to the site and parked it. He walked over to the security shed, put on a hard hat and fluorescent vest and walked to a metal storage container, where he took a builder’s laser level and a Makita jigsaw. After putting them in the van he replaced the hat and vest and drove off. The man is described as a white man, about 5ft 10ins of thin build, aged 25-30 years with two inch long distinctive maroon coloured hair and was wearing a red boiler suit. Police would like to hear from anyone who may have seen or know this man to contact them.
21/04/2004 12:59:58"


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What the kids say

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Ranting is nor for me

I have been to a web site calling itself the OFT. Ok you do not like acronyms like me that means Office Of Fair Trading or (OOFT for short).

You can get, an awe-inspiring, lots of what you can do and what you cannot do in there. If you are Internet savvy you can get emails notifying you the important trading shite in UK. By the way Word does not have “shite” in its dictionary. About time we put that in eh?

A few years ago I had a little thought…. (as lots of people come to my place and tell me mournful stories about their plight)….. to have an internet link to rant and rave about their problems. So I went ahead and created a website on my yahoo groups thingy, called Radio Blue Rant Spot. (Well the link is not their any more as I took it off.) Told all my friends …. Incidentally you know the friend is really “fri ends” init…….. and some more by placing the link in all my emails so that they all can tell their stories to the rest of the world. Well, the idea in my mind is that more people read about it; what you think becomes more universal with the help of the internet. But you know what? They did not want to write anything in the Rant Spot or even on a piece of paper. That is when I realised most of the people are not able to put their thoughts into paper. They think there is something wrong with their thoughts. Or they have no sense of writing/grammar. Or is it that they have no self-belief? So I thought I will write for them!
I come to complains department here now; first
The Council Tax.
I think I talked about this in an earlier (Tuesday, March 23, 2004) log. But this is what happened to me friend. And this is what he said:
“ I am not employed due to a back injury and depend on benefits. As I am getting Incapacity benefit I have to pay 20% of my Council Tax. Bit heavy but I think I can just manage it. So I have been paying my dues since 1997. Gosh it goes up every year at the rate of 5.5%. Do you know the Police increased its share of the loot by 100%? I think that is mainly, the free party people who has contributed towards it? Joke!”
“So in year 2001 I did not get any papers about the tax for a while and all of a sudden I got this letter saying that I have been taken to the courts for not payment of tax and had been awarded fine and court costs. Now the initial amount I had to pay was only 98 quid but now the price tag is £197. there was no way they are going to listen to my despair. The woman at the Amelia court was like a dragon. The moment she let her accusing eyes on me I knew I will not get anywhere. Listen to me no no no. I had to listen to her why I had to pay. She will not listen to me at all. I had a friend who told her ‘Why don’t you listen to him?’. She just glared at him. I had to pocket out the dosh.”
“You know that was then. So I set it up with my bank account to get the money to the council with direct debit. So far so good, till this April. All of a sudden my bank account is down to 4 quid with a few direct debit payments due. Reason the council is charging me the full amount instead of 20%. Don’t know what to do? May be it is my turn to get back at that dragon in the council place init.”
Richer Sounds:
This is another story from a pal of mine. Here it is:
“I managed to scrounge myself to save a bit of money to buy my girl friend a prezzie for her b’day. She liked to get a minidisk recorder. I got one myself and she wanted a similar one. My one I got it off a friend who had an unwanted present. So came cheap. By and by it passed her b’day and I had enough money by x’mas. So after a heavy consultation through the internet and me mates I decided to try Richer Sounds in Bristol. Phoned the man in Richer Sounds.Wow there is a minidisk recorder for £150, I was told. Sort of fitted my pocket. “
“Went to the shop and my man says “Sorry sir, out of stock.” I said could you order one for me and I asked my man “Is it a recorder?” He said “Ai I got one meself, it is a bargain for that price.” So I gave me name and went away to come back in a week. I phoned after a week and told the guy at the other end who I was and I ordered a minidisk recorder and he said he got it. Next day I scurried to Richer Sounds and told the sales person the name and that there is a minidisk recorder ordered for me. He came back with it and said £149. And I paid and he packed it into a bag, I went home. I gave the prezzie to me girl friend and she gave me a kiss and wow man it was good feeling. She went away for the Christmas.”
“I got a call from her very angry telling me off for buying her a sodding mini disk player. What? No the man said it is a recorder and I got another earful for arguing about it. Anyway she got back in mid January and I took it back in first week of February, and explained to the man as I explained to you guys earlier. After looking at the blessed thing the sales person goes “I got to ask the manager.” He went off and after a few minutes he comes back and says “Sorry sir you have to return it within 14 days.” That is it. I got a mini disk player which will not play the disks I recorded on the other minidisk player. And I got a cross eyed girl friend who will not trust me, on even buying her loaf of bread. So I hereby put Richer Sounds of Bristol on the Watch List.”

There's an old story told in the Tennessee hill country about a woodsman who found a mirror that someone, possibly a tourist, had lost. He took a good look in it, saying,
"I'll be dadblamed if it ain't my old Paw. I never knew he'd had his pickshur took."
He took the mirror home and hid it in the attic.
But his wife had grown suspicious of all that rumbling up there. When the old boy left the house, she went to the attic, hunted around, and found the mirror. She looked into it, then remarked,
"So, that's the old biddy he's been chasin'!"


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Saddam and his bravado

Yesterday I saw a program on the TV called Panorama. Definition of the word hmmm….
Any way here.

It is quite good as I cannot see anything other than which we already know from the news. Did you know that the North Americans sent assault team of 300 marines to capture or kill Saddam? Wow! The best for the Ace of Spades. And then after his sons were killed by the North American forces, did you know that, Saddam attended their funeral and has read a verse from Koran and collected the flags which were draped over the coffins, as the whole of the coalition forces and the media watched? That is guts I suppose. Or is it real gamble? Saddam Hussein had some papers with him when they captured him.

IN the transcript:

CORBIN:
In the shack beside the hole the kitchen area was littered with food. Next door a bedroom with a stack of books, a ceremonial flag propped against the wall, the only reminder of Saddam's lost status. His swimming trunks were hanging on a tree for bathing in the river. A metal box was found with $750,000 and there was a gun which Saddam failed to use on the Americans or on himself, despite his pledge to die a martyr. Some of the papers in his briefcase revealed those around him had been feeding Saddam with lies about what was happening in Iraq while he was on the run.

Maj. General RAY ODIERNO
Commander, US 4th Infantry Division
They had made one comment that one of our units had lost like a hundred tanks or something like this, some outrageous statement in there and told him that it had been real successful and everything was going great in our area when it was very much far from the truth, so…

CORBIN: So he continued to be deluded to the end.

ODIERNO: Yes, very much so. Very much so.

Now from this we can see that Saddam was given wrong “Yes Minister” stuff by his closest advisors. Does the buck stop there or does it go to the Governments which we reckon are good and democratic. By the way Mr Blair intones now that he is finding now some of the stuff he had been fed are not exactly right. And again Bush is ranting and asking his advisors “Wha’appened man?” The head man of Spain, Jose Maria Aznar, went down refusing to accept that he mislead the country. One war mongerer down few more to go init? I am just not sure of these things any more. As a kid I believed in democracy and the Governments of Great Britain and United States Of America are good and proper. Am I understanding it better now as an adult or am I mislead by the darker side?

At an art exhibition there was a painting 3 very naked, and very black men, sitting on a bench. What was unusual was that the men on both ends of the bench had black penises, but the man in the middle had a very pink penis. The picture was titled "Home for Lunch."
Two women were standing there, staring at the picture, scratching their heads and trying to figure this out.
The artist walked by and noticed the women's confusion. "Can I help you with this painting?" he asked.
"Well, yes!!" said the one woman. "We were curious about the picture of black men on the bench! Why does the guy in the middle of the three have a pink penis?"
"Oh," said the artist. "I'm afraid you've mis-understood the painting. The three men are not africans, they're coal miners, and the fellow in the middle went home for lunch."

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What if and the sins of Buddha

Time travelling is a serious thought provoking paradox. It has funny sides as well. Like if I go back in time and kill my grand dad so that ………… ‘Init? That is a top class ‘if’ situation. When I think about my problems right now I have not any. If I had a problem now I would of sorted it out straight away. But my thinking, “Wonder how it is like, to be in the pub now where I heard a gang of nice girls are drinking”, or “Wonder what it is if I did not phone the benefit office and make an excuse for not sending those forms.” Here I am worrying about a different place or time. That means all my problems I get stressed up, are either about time or place or both together.
So we can see that time and space is interchangeable. You do not ‘ave to go to university and learn for 10 years to know that. Even some of us who do that cannot understand a trivial thing like that. For those people I ask “What if my mum ‘ad a prick?”
So I understand things like “if I wanted hundred quid; I would not be sitting here and typing this out, unless I am to get that amount or some money by doing it; but go out and may be mug someone for it, that is, if I am that desperate.”
Now comes the logical bit! You know when I am planning to do something I am planning it. When I am doing it I am doing it but not thinking about the big plan, init? And I do the best at that time what ever I am doing.
So if I say that, “Since I was born (or may be before!), I have been doing the right thing, at the right time, to be right here; if I made a mistake I would be in a different place doing something else.”: Will I be proper religious person according to any religion in the world?
I have no sins. I have no karma. I have never made a mistake.
Easily done mate, or shall I utter, it is easily said than done. If, one day, in the same logic or in a different logic, it dawns on you, from right inside your conscience, then you can be sinless as well. And it does not give me pleasure in, doing some nasty thing to a living being and saying I did the right thing at the…… No. You can enter into the karma world of the demons. Or so sinful you will enter the hell. It is not that easy.
The subtlety in this is to do anything for that purpose alone. I go out because I want to go out. Not to get a breath of fresh air. If you want a breath of fresh air, you must tell yourself, “I want a breath of fresh air.” This is a very simple example. May be you can think of something more appropriate?
I think the main religious masters did find these simple formulae. You know about that parable about Jesus: when Jesus was taking a walk he saw this crowd of people with stones, to throw at this miserable person who has done a great crime like, may be, sleeping with his mate’s wife. And the great man says, “He who has no sins throw your stone.” And no one threw a stone.
I do not know how true this story is, but it could of come about with the same reasoning I exposed earlier. Jesus, a carpenter’s son, was literate and dialectic. He was kicked out of all the synagogues of the area because of his revolutionary arguments. He must have simplified it and felt the immense sense of relief, and wanted to tell all his mates about it.
Later the Romans and the Zionist Jews got together to make the Roman Catholic religion to enslave the masses in the future, explained that we all have sins so if we come to church to pray(and give the church our wealth), and we can be forgiven of our sins. What sins?
What Jesus meant, according to the simplest way, is “We do not have sins. It is the society which has sins.” And further the Bible chants that Jesus died for our sins. How true. Of course he died because of the sins of the society. That man never committed a sin. Just like all of us.
I had to read a lot about Buddha to find out what his notions about sin and karma. Do not forget Buddha was a revolutionary like Jesus, who wanted to free the masses from the evil Brahmin ideology which was the governing religion in India and there about. So reading the books which are written by the power crazy monks and highly ‘recognised’ writers are invalid for me. Enter the:
Suttanipata BY V. FAUSBÖLL

Hard work reading this but who cares, as I am used to hard graft. It says here:
“From the Atthakavagga especially it is evident where Buddha takes his stand in opposition to Philosophy (ditthi = darsana).”
So the great man was against all these religious philosophy, and tried to find a very simple way, for he himself and any one else to follow.
By the way, he was born a prince, Siddhartha, who was well educated and married quite young and his wife Yassodhara had a baby son. All his life, he had been well protected from seeing monks, and sick, very old and dieing people. Why? Someone, at his birth, predicted that he will get fed up of this princely life and run away, if he is exposed to births and death of humans. Well his father a good religious Samana did well by barricading young prince from all the evils of birth and death.
Indian society at the time of Buddha had two large and distinguished religious sects, Samanas and Brâhmanas. What is said of the Samanas seems mostly to hold good about the Brâhmanas also. Both sectors held the same view about life. They say that purity comes from philosophical views, from tradition, and from virtuous works. In other words you are born to it and makes the relevant caste systems.
Buddha himself has, it is true, sprung from the Samanas, but Buddha has overcome all their systems; and he asserts that no one is purified and saved by philosophy or by virtuous works. Sanctification, in fact, does not come from another; it can be attained only by going into the yoke with Buddha; by believing in him and in the Dhamma of the Saints; on the whole, by being what Buddha is. So here we have a true revolutionist who really did care about himself and the masses. NO! He was a bad boy just like you and me at one time.
He ran away from home in the night after his son was born. He got fed up of life after seeing a monk and sick and dieing people, when he managed to get out the barricates into the city. Then encountered the birth of his son. So he woke up his best mate who grew up with him, and took the best horse his father had and ran off into the night. If someone like Prince Charles does it now he will have the whole upper England after his arse. Anyway, you know, he had to cross this swollen River Yamuna. So they tried to cross, Prince riding the horse, and his mate hanging to the tail. They did cross but killed the bloody horse. All the monks and priests say the bloody horse was born in the heaven. Bullshit.
Siddhartha was a bad boy in any account, but he did go around taking various portions of hallucinary I meant…..er…. smurf …sniffer …….. …...HALLUCINATORY er…… snij….substances, and failing everything went ahead and starved himself for forty-nine days and nights. Just living on one ball of rice a day. Someone gave him a bowl of rice, and he made I think 49 balls of rice and ate one a day. Think about it; after a while in that heat the rice goes bad and mouldy. So he was tripped out of his mind, at the end of may be 40 days. I mean hunger itself can do a lot of tripped out minds, as lots of people have found out. But eating festering rice? So there you have it. If he is living now he would of take some LSD with me today.
Come back to the point huh? Sin according to Buddha?
Found this “Sin” A Service by Reverend Bill Clark :

“There is a story told about Gotoma, the Buddha, and a man whose father had died. The man came to the Buddha crying with deep concern for his dead father. “Sir, I have come to you with a special request: please do something for my dead father.”
“Eh? What can I do for your dead father?”
“Sir, please do something. You are such a powerful person, certainly you can do it. Look, these priestlings, pardoners perform all sorts of rites and rituals to help the dead. And as soon as the ritual is performed here, the gateway of the kingdom of heaven is breached and the dead person receives entry there; he gets an entry visa. You sir, are so powerful! If you perform a ritual for my dead father, he will not just receive an entry visa, he’ll be granted a permanent stay, a green card. Please sir, do something for him!”
“All right,” the Buddha said. “Go to the market and buy two earthen pots.”
Two earthen pots? The Man was very happy now for Buddha was going to perform some right for his father. He returned with the two pots.
“All right,” the Buddha said, “fill one with ghee (butter).” The young man did it. Fill the other will pebbles. He did that too.
Now place them in the pond over there.
The young man did so and both of the pots sank to the bottom.
“Now,” said the Buddha, “bring a big stick; strike and break open the pots.”
The young man was very happy thinking the Buddha was performing a wonderful ritual for his father. Taking the stick, the young man struck hard and broke open both the pots. At once, the butter contained in one pot came up and started floating on the surface of the water. The pebbles in the other pot spilled out and remained at the bottom.
Then the Buddha said, “Now young man this much I have done. Now call all your priestlings and miracle workers and tell them to start chanting and praying, ‘oh pebbles come up, come up. Oh butter go down, go down.’ Let me see what happens.”
“Oh sir,” the man said, “you are joking. How is it possible? The pebbles are heavier than the water, they are bound to stay at the bottom. They can’t come up sir; this is the law of nature. The butter is lighter than the water, it is bound to remain on the surface. It can’t go down sir, this is the law of nature.”
“Young man,” said the Buddha, “you know so much about the law of nature, but you have not understood this natural law: if all his life your father performed deeds that were heavy like pebbles, he is bound to go down; who can bring him up? And if all his thoughts and actions were light like this butter, he is bound to go up, who can pull him down?”
No still a bit detailed and philosophical init? I think ….. yawn…. yawn ,,../….,,.”%$&(£”£. No wonder we are all fucked.
Why didn’t the Dinosaur Chicken cross the road?
There weren’t any roads constructed them days.
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I am better than you

I have just been talking to a mate of mine about the things which is happening in Tibet. He goes what about it? Then slowly I explained, last fifty years Chinese has been governing the country and has got rid of the person who was supposed to be leading the country.
Then he goes, “Yeah mate it is like the bloody Ireland init?”
Hold on mate how can you compare the two? I couldn’t fathom my mate’s way of thinking. Then flash I got it.
It is just like saying to a mate, “’Ere I found a Pound today on the street.” And your mate going “Say, you know what? I was going down the road and I kicked this envelope which was innocently stuck on the ground. And it lifted up and fell down. I thought …. Yep there is something in it. So guess what? …… there was a Fifty Quid note in there!”
So I am going to kill myself, instead of getting into the ‘who got the better deal?’ argument.
About a few years ago I met this girl from Wales who told me that she believes that, “The Satan put Dinosaur bones under ground so that one day the man will find it and disbelieve in God.”
As a logical piece of shit, whom I think I am, I nearly started an argument with her. Tell me, can you give me any arguments against that. I could not. I gracefully gave into her charms.
Wow I am getting into this. A friend of mine told me, just after I told her about my experience noted above, a story about one of her work mates. Her mate thinks … no no… er…. really sure, that white blokes semen is white; Indian’s brown; Chinese bloke’s yellow etc. etc. international break down of communications or plain stupidity? The jury is still out.
Talking about jury, I always wanted to be in a jury. But no way they will get me to do it. I am a registered voter. I pay the dues to the Council which they call Council Tax which everyone hates except the bloody councillors. Wonder what they do with the lot? I heard this story of a girl who complained to the Bristol City Council, about the refusal of a grant, to do her university degree. They invited her to a council meeting and as the meeting progressed they had a cup of tea and chocolate fingers to go with it. The girl asked a councillor how much they spend on chocolate fingers. £ 20,000 year, she be told. That is four students’ grants we are talking about in a year. I do not think the bloody buggers care. The Councillors can’t go without the bloody best chocolate biscuits available. And thast is a fact.
All the politicians local, governmental, or international are the same. The democracy of a system states that the elected person is a representative of the people who elected that person. But the democracy of the current systems all over is not that. The elected person becomes a leader. Like a King or something. Take Bush or Blair they do the same thing. After the elections they never ask us what needs be done. No no no. They turn to their think tanks and get the advice from them, lie to us and tell us what needs be done. The population has to follow the leader, the bastard. For example there were two million out of sixty million people took trouble to march to Hyde Park in London to say no to the War with Iraq. I was there. And I cried when I saw the people about me. In the coach which took us to London from Bristol there were two people behind me. One was a Catholic nun and the other was a Christian vicar. And in the next seat a family; mum, dad and two children under 10 who had their own home made placards begging the Prime minister not to go to war. But the “honourable” gentleman said the mob who gathered in Hyde Park was trouble makers and thrash who has no idea about the International politics. Well yeah right Mr Blair.
Blair will have to ask us to vote again.
But then again what the hell for, as anyone who gets elected becomes a leader init?
I think the idea; to go to the polling station and get your voting card and draw another box, right at the top of the list and mark it NOBODY and put your X against that; is a bloody good 'un. If the number of votes cast for NOBODY is greater than the votes for anyone else: then at-least the world media will realise we are not very happy with the whole system. If we keep on doing that then they will ‘ave to realise that we are not so dum and stupid trouble makers but a mass of intelligent people who like to see what is going on really so that we can make up our own minds and advice the government what to do.

There is only one teacher in this whole universe
If you do not recognise
Go and go until you make yourself most hated
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I am guilty of being born?

I was born anyway. Why? What the hell for. My ancestors and the ‘sophisticated’ educated society said that I was born for a purpose. And I have got this big problem since I was a mere two to three year old; what is this thing called ‘purpose in life’. If I become an average person, I am alright and if I question the existence of life, I become a not so average(?) man. Now who is this average person? Where is his/her house. What does it look like? I am looking for such a person. Scientifically and theologically there is this person. But when you or I, who are very common, search for such a person there are not any to be found. But we all try to be that average person.
There must be a stick to measure you as to be average or not. Where is it. Could any of the religious Masters tell me who holds this stick to measure the man for his average ness? So I went about asking questions from lots of Masters in various disciplines what and where this measuring stick is.

“John the Baptist Prepares the Way
In those days John the Baptist came, preaching in the Desert of Judea and saying, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is near." This is he who was spoken of through the prophet Isaiah:
"A voice of one calling in the desert,
'Prepare the way for the Lord,
make straight paths for him.' "
John's clothes were made of camel's hair, and he had a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey. People went out to him from Jerusalem and all Judea and the whole region of the Jordan. Confessing their sins, they were baptized by him in the Jordan River.
But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham. The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.
"I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire."

So the great man John the Baptist thought that Pharisees and Sadducees are below average without salvation. And then again:

“The Baptism of Jesus

Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to be baptized by John. But John tried to deter him, saying, "I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?"

Who started this baptising business?

Jesus replied, "Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness." Then John consented.
As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and lighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased."”

Aha now we got someone more than the average person top man.
But then again this is written few decades after the Jesus man’s death. So I feel sorry that I had to bring his name into it.
And years later in the kingdom of Iraq:
“* On May 15 last year, British soldiers in Basra came to the Mousa family home and told them they were looking for a neighbour who had been an officer in the Iraqi army under Saddam Hussein. While they were searching they found a Kalashnikov rifle the family keeps for protection. This is permitted under current Iraq law and is common practice with families faced with the lawlessness that has gripped society since the US/UK invasion of the country.
Abdel Jabr Mousa attempted to explain the reasons for the rifle to the soldiers. His 23-year-old son, Bashar, explained what happened:
“My father tried to explain to them, but they just started hitting him in the head with the wooden butt of the Kalashnikov.... They dragged him out of the house, bleeding from his leg. Then one of them told me to come with him. He said, ‘Give me the rest of the weapons.’ I told him there were no more.
“Then he took me to another room and started beating me. He put his hands around my throat and pushed me up against a wall. His hands were so tight I lost consciousness.... Then he dragged me to the personnel carrier.”
Bashar Mousa says that he and his father were taken along with the neighbour who was an officer to a British Army base in the former house of Ali Majid (dubbed “Chemical Ali” in the media). They were forced to wear hoods and taken to a room where they were beaten and kicked for an hour. Bashar could hear the screams of his father. After his father stopped screaming, Bashar was taken to a different room where he was given food and medical attention, and a change of clothes. He never saw his father alive again.
After one night, Bashar was taken to US-run Camp Bucca in nearby Umm Qasr, south of Basra, where he was held until June 20. Although Bashar was a civilian, he was held at Camp Bucca as an enemy prisoner of war. The British Independent on Sunday newspaper has seen his prisoner’s wristband and his Red Cross POW papers, number IQZ-120259-01. His release papers say there is no evidence to doubt he is a civilian.
The family has said that they only discovered where the two men had been taken by a tragic coincidence. The soldiers were searching for another man, who they identify as Kareem, and threatened to arrest his wife and daughters unless he gave himself up. The soldiers left a message that Kareem should surrender to a Sergeant Henderson of the Black Watch at Ali Majid’s former house.
For three days, the eldest son, Amar, called at the base asking for news of his father. On the third day he was taken to a military doctor who told him his father was dead. He said the body, which was bruised and covered in blood, was in Basra hospital.
“When I found the body, there was blood in his mouth,” said Amar. “There were wounds all over him, and a huge blue bruise like a boot print on his left side. I saw bruises over his heart and the outline of a military boot. All the body was covered in mud and there were outlines of finger marks on his skin.”
The death certificate, signed by Dr Haider Mohammed Saleh, stated the cause of death as “sudden heart attack: infarction of the heart muscles.” The family was never given a copy of the British military death certificate. They are demanding an investigation, and several family members have been interviewed as witnesses. Ammar said the investigators, who are refusing to comment on the case, told him the family was unlikely to get compensation.”

WSWS By Harvey Thompson10 March 2004

So if I have Chinese blood can I call myself a bloody Chinese?
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Coincidemce in a nutshell

I have a sort of a mural (a little inspirational drawing) drawn by a friend of mine on the wall of my sitting-room. It was done with care and attention by the friend, and I never could comprehend as to the value. It’s been there for 4 years admired by all and complimented on.
Today another associate came around and saw it for the first time and said “I have seen this somewhere in a……er….er book. I said “No way, it is a copy of any book but a straight up rendition of thoughts by the artist whom I know.” Her daughter volunteered, “No mum it is not from a book.” Then she told me what she is referring to is that it was drawn by a friend, at her place, for a back drop to be used in the environment for Techno gigs. (Sorry let me explain; we are party people for ‘dancy’ music anywhere anytime.) But then I realised her friend was here, with another friend of mine earlier in the last few months, with her daughter. She must have been looking and admiring the mural on the wall at my place and I do not know whether she made a sketch or not. Am I to feel flattered and thank her? But …. It is some one else’s feelings that we are talking about. I hate copyrights, as a rule and as an anarchist, but this is more than that …. er … this is about some one’s feelings ….er…. and the rest of us who enjoy the mural. I do not know what to do…. I was disgusted with this feeling of apathy, as I do not know what to do. What would you do?
Then today a friend I haven’t seen for a while came to stay here after a long absence. Everything was fine whole day; then she left for her mum’s birthday meal and came back. I could notice that she ‘as ‘ad a few. But she ‘as not reached the drunken level. While staring at the mural she started getting a bit agitated and said something like that one needs a standing stone to be truly fairy. Do you know what a standing stone is? No? Think Stone Henge but smaller. I just laughed it off. Then I had to go and check some email on my ‘puter and I heard her asking for a pencil. I said it is on the floor and carried on doing what I was doing. Then when I looked over she was trying to draw something on the Mural. I had to scream to stop her. I ‘ave no gripe with her. Now the problem is; why the interest all of a sudden on this mural which has been there for more than 3 years. And they both came from two entirely different personalities. And both drove me to insanity.
Similar thing happened to me a few years ago; I had three pregnant women visiting me. Yeah let me explain. This was about autumn time. One of them I call her Itsy (not the real name) was expecting her child after Christmas, second call her Bitsy was expecting her child in April, the third call her Titsy was expecting her little one in June; sort of three monthly dilivery. I have never fancied them or gone out with them or shagged…. er…. ‘ad intercourse. And all three were pregnant from three different blokes. Only may be once they were all present at my place at the same time. They visited me all through their pregnancy right the way to the births, and a wee while after. One of them still comes around and I see one of the other little ones often. Now clever clogs explain to me how that happened. It was kind of a bit silly with my neighbours; them not knowing anything about the whole thing and just looking at me in a knowing way.
What do you call a DJ without a girlfriend?
“Homeless”.
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Suicudal? Who Me? Never.........

There are times when you feel like topping yourself off…….. OK if you do not, its just that you are different from most of us. I some times wonder how many of us have tried and failed. A mate of mine came to my place all distraught and all that, and said that he is going to jump off the bridge and end it all. So I said, I have tried it once and failed; and told him what happened: this is the story
Long time ago, I was desperate for love and attention, and more I got more I yearned. I thought everyone was, sort of, patronising me. You know for example, when you see a handicapped person you go out of your way, to please that person and sometimes make a fool of yourself. Well I thought that I was the handicapped person and the others were humouring me. End of my tether, I wrote a letter to all my friends what I thought about them, thanked them for accommodating me in their society and that I am going to kill myself so that they will not ‘ave a problem about me any more.
I thought seriously and took everything into account, like the cliff to jump off, a railway line to put my neck on etc. Went to this place near the coast with a rail line next to it and booked into a B&B in a different name and address than mine without any IDs on me. Smart init?
Then I had my evening meal with lots of alcohol on the bill to pay. More alcohol and played a few of the locals at 8 ball pool. Then I went for a walk with a bottle of Tequila and champagne (got to do it grand init). Sitting on a rock and looking at this beautiful sea about 300 feet below frothing against the rocks below, and drinking to the bad health of all me mates. I felt good.
So I drank some more and looked down at the violent sea under the cliff hanging. It’s nice and awesome to look at but seemed to be bloody cold. Did not have enough guts or was it too cold to jump. So by and by few times doing a bit of talking myself into it and drinking more I finished the tequila and threw the bottle as far as I can throw into the sea. Plan two was put into action. I had the time table for the high speed trains: well tell me who wants to get run over by a slow chug,,a,,,,,chug…. a train, you want a whooopoooosh train init?
Then I checked the time for the next fast train. Walla, just in time! So I went to the railway line got comfy and put my neck on the rail. Jolly good, I felt all tingly all over. I could hear the train coming up. My heart thumping, I saw the beast coming quite fast towards me. I wanted to get more comfortable, and I tried to shift my head and the bloody neck was stuck on to the cold steel rail. I panicked and pulled myself off very fast, started vomiting and the train flew by me yards away. Phoooh…. What a rush with a sudden come down. I passed out.
It was good to be still alive, but I had a huge bill to settle, no money and letters I have written to me mates to be stop, init? No more committing suicide for me. Do you know? My mate jumped off the suspension bridge got stuck in the mud and survived to die later in the hospital from pneumonia. I carted the guilt for a few years before I realised what a martyr I was trying to be. Not any more. I will explain one of these days.
Do you know the anagram of David Ginola.
Vagina dildo
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