KILL THEM ALL, CRUSH THE SCUM,DESTROY THEM ALL!

Autobiographical, politics and religion

The mosquito creature clearly knew its stuff, I say knew cause I hope after drinking my blood it is now a dead mosquito. No creature can go throw the experience of drinking my red stuff without some ill effects, alcohol poisoning or raging amounts of THC in its veins to say the least. The females it seems can go on for 46 days or more, whilst the males barely manage a week and die soon after mating. I bet the sod that bit me was a nasty evil bitch, I hope someone slaps the f*cker for me and gives it an itch it cannot scratch. In fact reserving all my displeasure for these creatures seems far more satisfying than muttering dark words about governments, Johnson and Sleepy Joe. At least Mozzies seem to know what they are doing. I bet they have tons of the wretched things in Afghanistan, maybe the Taliban will radicalise them to bite non believers. The trouble is of course it is only the females that bite and going by their rules that would be way out of order, can’t have the females going out and working, that breaks Sharia law.

This excerpt is taken from “A Thousand Splendid Suns” A novel by Khaled Hosseini. One wonders if extremists of the Taliban stripe would allow women to become martyrs to their foul cause or do they only accept impressionable young men who are full of zeal and stupidity and perhaps Testosterone to know any better. Maybe the lure of 72 virgins is too much for them and they want to get stuck right away. The poor ignorant gullible fools, if they fail in their task they will more than likely end up with 72 suitors in prison instead. Surely being condemned to the fiery pit in allowing themselves to not only be screwed, but in failing to blow up the infidels as well. Allah in his made up glory will cast them away from him, like dirt off the proverbial shoe. Why is it that all these people we see piling onto aircraft at Kabul aircraft all men? Piling over the women and children and leaving them to fucked, raped and murdered by the Islamist Taliban scum? twenty years of western interventionist imperialism and now a total gang fuck. How many lives lost or shattered for nothing, I hope George W and his mate Tony can see what their folly achieved. They and few other people ought to be dragged outside, help up to public ridicule and shot. Their successors can get stuffed as well. As for the Taliban and any one else who preaches hate and subjugation… Well to say anything more, would probably be considered a hate crime. Anyone who wishes to follow such a vile creed, ought have their heads examined to say the minimum and packed off to Syria or Saudi Arabia on a one way ticket to be certain.

Other news, I forgot I was due in Abingdon today, a departure from the usual date as one of us was doing stuff. Had an interview, soon as I got home. I must feed the fishes. Lulu the cat is sitting on my new book.

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Clint Eastwood as ‘dirty’ Harry Callahan, one of San Francisco’s finest

RIP Charlie Watts

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I have been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs and letting good ideas go to waste these last few weeks. So as a result I thought it a good to stop painting at least for a little while and write instead. It makes more sense than being peed off at a lack of productivity and or creative output, the garden is part of that, but is largely eyes only, a place to hide in and have peace away from the world. That is why I help my mate dig out his allotment and prepare for a new growing season, it also keeps us both fit and to create another place of serenity and peace as well.

The weather is being nice again, it is warm and though the nights are drawing in, there is still plenty of light in the evening to garden and to plan out the land for the future. Many people are concerned about the lack of goods on the shelves, growing your own may help (in part at least) Others are concerned about the Covid and its many variants. Certainly more and more employers are insisting that staff get jabbed up, yet the govt. (Do you trust them) are now talking about booster shots, will their nonsense and fear mongering ever stop? Or is that the Medias task. talking about the media, do you know where that word comes from?

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Medea was a sorceress from Greek myth, the daughter of King Aeetes of Colchis and a niece of Circe. Strangely enough, another sorceress, who appears in the Odyssey, the Ulysee’s journey home from Troy. Anyway she was known as a sorceress and for hypnotising and otherwise manipulating people through devious means. Have you noticed how the media does the same sort of thing, frightening people with stores of disease, horror, war, famine and Dog knows what else. Conspiracy mongers even suggest that the media and govt. work hand in hand to manipulate and cow people into submission and paranoia. They may well be right, certainly there is so much in society these days, that it makes you think a little bit. The media also makes you stupid, through brain dead television and magazine publications. Have you watched the box recently, what did you last watch? Or more accurately, what do the listings offer? Celebrity, reality tv and soap opera’s. Little or nothing of use or knowledgeable to the human mind or spirit. Is sport actually that interesting, it is certainly a great waste of time, especially watching it.

There are a thousand better things to do than watch sport, handing your money to bloated billionaires who do not give a fuck for you or your families. They care about money and having more of it. They want you to be sat in front of the box watching overpaid idiots kicking a bag of wind around a field, distracting you from the amount of shit they are wreaking upon the world. They want you to divide yourselves into different camps, under different flags with different ideologies. That way they will win, whilst you are hating and dividing and being conquered. It is time to wake up, take action and tell your elected representatives to go fuck themselves. Switch off the tell-a-lie-vision, stop buying newspapers and those dreadful magazines and do something positive, take back control and boot out the likes of Johnson and Biden, remembering to get rid of their hangers on at the same time. Johnson does not know his arse from his elbow, he bluffs and blusters to make himself more charming. He is a stinking sociopath and an idiot to boot. Biden, from my experience of working in care, looks like he has Alzheimers or at least the beginnings of, just like Ronald Reagan. Who barely knew one thing from another at the beginning of his presidency, let alone at the end of it.

What else? I mowed the lawn yesterday and went over my mates allotment and dug over the land to prepare it for future productivity. I have also been job hunting like a man possessed and as a result am fed up to the back teeth of filling in application forms and going to interviews. Though I imagine, there might be a bit more before I find a new place to earn my bread. It is either work or winning the lottery, maybe a combination of both. I would still work, just on my own stuff. University is starting back soon and I am looking forward to that.

Some of this has been written before

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We can do well to be thank full for that which we have, instead of complaining about that which we do not. Thank your lucky stars you are not compelled to go down into the sewers and look for bits of rope and lost coins to earn a living like some did back in the day. Running the risk of drowning in great pools of human waste, being nibbled on by rats or accidentally taking a mouth full water or three on board after taking a wrong step and slipping into a pool of night water. Like wise You might fret and swear that your job requires all the hours that Dog sends for you to maintain hearth and home, I could be cynical and say get a new job. If you are a nurse then I take my hat off to you, the government are a bunch of cunts who do not care a toss for you, despite your job being harder than Cross grained Teak. Wages have not increased in real terms since 1973, meaning we were better off wage wise fifty years ago and have been robbed blind ever since.

Governments like to keep people poor, that way they are easier to control. If they transgress the rules punish them with a fine, in the meantime tax the bejeezus out of the workers and give the lick spittle politicians a pay rise each year for doing f*ck all apart from telling lies and creating discord. Thank your lucky stars you are not the richest man in the world, who probably gets to work eighteen hour days and the amount of responsibility that would make having a nuclear trigger at hand childs play! If you are unemployed (like me) then get creative, get smart and go back to school. Whinging and whining, blaming and feeling sorry for yourself will achieve nothing. Being pro-active and getting your backside out of your armchair will.

Stop watching the box, it serves up nothing but rubbish and is injurious to the brain. A famous man once said. ‘ I have learnt lots from television, each time it comes on, I go read a book.’ Enlighten yourself and take up a new hobby, learn a new skill and do something to better yourself and maybe your community. Selflessness has it’s own rewards and though those rewards may not be financial, the feeling of well being you get back, will more than compensate.

Dog save Mrs. Windsor

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A couple of days ago, I was rude and briefly referred to the German people as Krauts. This was not done out of any xenophobia or other mindless jingoistic bigotry but more in the context of historical narrative, If this offended anyone Tough Titty. I also referred to the Royal family as being German , this is totally correct and is proven beyond doubt, just because you change your name via something that amounts to a deed poll does not mean you change your nationality. In fact going back to the Norman conquest most of our Monarchs have been foreign: Norman, Dutch, German and a couple of Scots thrown in for good measure, they are indeed a mixed up bastard lot. Aloof, foreign, disconnected, inbred, eccentric and dysfunctional they would be better off being exhibited as some kind of freak show at the circus. With all their fancy paraphenalia and titles and being like something from a lost world stuck between Henry Tudor and Victoria, where you get a bunch of medals and honours for marrying your wife (Or husband) and have someone else open doors for you all day.

It is a source of amusement to my Father in Law that in the twenty first century That Great Britain still has a monarchy, Lords and an Aristocracy. He is American and being fairly sensible people, they disposed of such things a couple of centuries ago, instead they have their own royalty in the form of Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley (RIP) Chuck in a few of their political dynasties and some old school Millionaire families and it is almost the same, minus the titles and crowns. J also finds our Royals to be of some interest, they will probably be part of the citizenship test, she will have to sit one day. Personally I do not like them, care for them or am interested in their stuff. However from a historical perspective they can be a little of interest, in terms of what they did, or in a lot of cases what they did not do. They do in fact make quite a good freak show attraction for tourists. As well as fodder for the celebrity gossip magazines to drool and gush excremental BS over.

Mrs. Windsor could be held up as a beacon of patriotic duty and sticking to her ‘job’ What B*llo*cks would you give up being waited upon, having doors opened for you and living in untold luxury? All for opening a few envelopes a day and speaking to the PM about the peasants and their woes. She has with her an interest in Horses, Corgi’s and how her Ginger haired bastard grand child is doing with his Trans-Atlantic actress turned wife, turned Duchess. Her husband the great conservator of nature whose first act as head of the WWF involved slaughtering endangered animals and whose blood lust has only been tempered by old age and infirmity, something that he has encouraged and nurtured amongst his own off spring.

Going Commando

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So this morning I spent some time converting image files to jpegs and discovered them all to be too small and next to useless. This resulted in a small grumble and as a lesson to be remembered for the future. I have still to work out how a large image of say 35 MB, can suddenly shrink to a paltry 356KB when you switch file type. Maybe I need to do some more reading up on the subject, devote time to learning about digital imagery and less on war comics. Did I tell you I have the entire back catalogue of The Victor comic on CD ROM. This is not to mention the whole of Charley’s war in hardback. I will not mention the thousand or so Commando comics I collected over a number of years. I also have a number of The Victor annuals. ( The rest are on the cd’s) One day somebody might have the balls to write a comic strip about killing terrorists, you know the insane fundamentalist ones: Christian, Islamic, Jewish or whatever.

We all have a right to defend our borders from the invader and… Idiots, we also have a duty to understand why the idiots want to attack us and why the invader wants to invade. Maybe they want to introduce something called democracy, or do they simply want your natural resources? If you country has lots of oil and a dodgy leadership then you will understand this. If your country has nothing but rocks and a dodgy leadership… Enjoy. It will be interesting to see if President Elect Biden see’s out his first time in office. That is unlike, the last Catholic elected to the supreme office of that great country. Why anyone in their right mind wants to get involved in politics and run for high office beats the sugar out of me. Maybe they all have ego issues, in some cases are out and out narcissists, or maybe they have put their to do their masters bidding. Or have their skeletons dragged out the cupboard for all to see. If you see a politicians lips move ignore them, they are telling porkies.

So far today I have imbibed several mugs of tea and feel pretty content with myself. I have also drunk several glasses of Soda water and they were nice as well. The weather has been kind today, the cats are well and those wretched neighbours have been quiet enough for me to pretend they are not there. Google analytics pretends to be easy to work with. Maybe in day light.

Make Tea, Not War

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The alcohol industry makes huge profits out of peoples addictions to having their senses numbed and being stupid. Religion works along pretty much the same lines, listen for too long and you will become daft as well. You see the former kills off your brain cells, makes you do foolish stuff and kids you into thinking the Govt. is doing you a good turn. The latter persuades you by gentle and constant prodding and injections of fear into thinking that if you disobey the ideas being fed to you, you will burn in hell fire for all eternity. In essence they are both very alike one poisons your liver, and makes you stupid. The other poisons your brain and keeps you stupid, remove yourself from one and it feels like hell. Remove yourself from the other and you are ‘guaranteed’ hell. However the alcohol industry pays its taxes, which is more than be said for religious institutions, which being classified as charities do not. If you cut yourself, you can pour some liquor on it and that will cleanse the wound until you can get to a doctor. The religion people will tell you it is Dogs wrath for your sinful behaviour and you bloody deserve it.

The message here is loud and clear, you ought to drink Tea. You can read war comics as well. Tea is refreshing, leaves no nasty hangover and leaves your liver a happier organ, that will provide you with many years of loyal service. War comics can be great yarns of imaginary Derring Do, of brave Soldaten taking on the evil enemy and his tanks with just a pistol, a pack of chewy sweets and a good luck charm. They feature every scenario possible, with every armed service imaginable. Placing the reader in the thick of the action against the barbaric foreign invader and creating some terrible stereotypes along the way. Be warned, war is not actually so cool and being shot at is probably not very pleasant, being shot is probably even worse and likely to elicit cries more substantial than “it’s nothing but a flesh wound.” and Gor Blimey Sarge, that lousy foreigner just shot me.” Somehow in these stories, the cure for all ills is a mug of hot sweet tea and a couple of biscuits, back in the day it was a cigarette or two, but those are now bad for your health. Should there be a warning advising against war, warning that being shot or blown up is bad for your health? I would like to see one and when you consider how many human lives have been brought to an end through wars which have been started by religious foolery? How much violence is started by alcohol? How many started by drinking tea?

The answer is clear, that we as a species ought drink more tea, go to church less often (if at all) Religion is the enemy of all right and free thinking people. Teaching their adherents to hate their neighbours and blow themselves up in the name of what, some make believe authority figure? Let those who would claim their god is right do the warring and see how long their deity and their faith last in front of a Machine gun going at full whack! They ought to have learnt to drink tea.

STINGING NETTLES, LEONARDO AND JEFF BEZOS

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Yesterday I started writing a blog, This morning I dismantled and erased it. I thought it was crap! Today I am going to paint more and write about something else, other than stuff that is going down at home. Though that shall be sneaked in at points as well. It is more than anything, deciding what to write about, indecision perhaps being most relevant right now. I have been thinking about making Stinging Nettle beer, does anybody have a clue what 800 grams of those things looks like? Neither do I. I spent yesterday evening painting some landscapes and getting new ideas down on paper at least, the next days, even today I will be doing something more constructive and bringing these ideas into the light. Looking for work though not so enjoyable is also necessary.

Stinging Nettle - The Permaculture Research Institute

The thing about being an artist, it is quite easy to compare yourself to those who have gone before. The leonardo’s, van Goghs and others and thinking to yourself” why do I even bother? I can never be as good as those guys.” Actually I am not a great fan of that Leonardo man, but anyway if we can compare ourselves to other people we get nowhere in our own journey. We each have our own style of thinking, of working and speaking and this is something we ought to remember. We can study how Vincent painted, we can study leonardo and his stuff, we can learn maybe even copy but you/we cannot be that person. EVER! Or anyone else for that matter.

MONETARY SYMBOLS IN PLACE OF A PICTURE OF DOLLAR BILLS

Being grateful for what you have, is a far better stance than being miserable for what you do not have. You wanna be as rich as that Bezos man? Good ,you get the stupidly long hours and ridiculous amounts of responsibility as well. Just think about how far he can fall, and how far you can fall. Many of us want to be wealthy and like the idea of having lots of money, some of us even grizzle about how we need so much more. We make ourselves poor, just by thinking like that. Other people complain how Bezos does not pay enough tax etc he is so wealthy that he can currently give every many, woman and child on the planet $26.23 dollars (Increasing daily) which for many is next to bugger all. Now imagine the day when he can give all those people, you and me included $5,000 or more. That day is fast approaching, now imagine Bill Gates and et al all doing the same, will you be complaining then? I don’t think so and if you are, then you ought give it back to them, cause it will be wasted on you.

CATHOLIC CAT FLEAS

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J is an excellent cook, makes wonderful Coffee and even offers to bring it up to me in bed. Truly I am blessed in many varied and different ways. Today we agreed, to turn the rest of yesterdays wine into cooking ingredients. we both need to dry out, clear our heads and start being productive again. Alcohol is good fun, but it fuddles the brain, Tea is of far greater benefit and I have written on the subject once or twice. The home brew operation coming along fine, soon will time to bottle some of the stuff up and start the next batch, by this time next year it might even be halfway drinkable. We are both looking forward to this part of the adventure. In the meantime I am spending my time wisely, doing schoolwork and looking for work, Supermarkets are not playing a role here I would rather do cleaning which is a pleasant peaceful activity.

We might be going out for a walk later on depending on the weather. I would also like to do the crumble mixture for the Rhubarb, that was formally being used as the constituent ingredient in a country wine recipe. j has gone upstairs to do what J has to do and Ninja the cat is vying for my attention. All three of them were de-fleaed earlier today. (the cats that is) I must get out and buy a skeleton figure for Halloween, hanging it out on the hedge to frighten the neighbours. seems a good idea, either that or a dead rat through their letter box. However in the interests of practicality and recycling efficiency, the rat shall get a reprieve this year. We may also turn a Pumpkin into soup and play Black Sabbath (loud) Though personally I think Mariah Carey is far scarier, than Ozzie and co. will ever be.

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If you have a pet cat especially a black ones keep home in the safe in the days leading up to Halloween and that. There are stupid people around who think it cool and clever to be nasty to them at this time. There are also idiots letting off their fireworks, which pets do not like much either. Don’t burn your money, go to an organised display instead, they are better by far, often with delicious burgers and other foods and a nice bonfire to toast yourself by. I shall be finding one to take J too and introduce het to the quaint British custom of burning effigies of political terrorists. Though in fact my ancestor was actually hung, drawn and quartered. Or at least that was plan. He jumped off the steps, whilst ascending to the scaffold and broke his neck. It was considered uncatholic to burn one of our own whilst my Public (private) school so it was more usual to burn a notable Protestant instead. I think the Bishop of Canterbury got it one year.

ROBERT RUNCIE FORMER ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

Burning people alive is barbaric and wrong. However doing it to them when they are dead, is hygienic, efficient, painless (probably) and spares the rather disgusting imagery of worms eating the decaying flesh for decades afterwards. burning effigies of them is not much better either.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

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I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

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Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

Priests, Perverts and Paint

Autobiographical, politics and religion

I was going to write about a bunch of technically homeless old men who are looking for a new place to live. I thought against that and thought about painting and why I do that and promptly thought of something else instead, it would appear I do a lot of thinking. Sometimes too much. So instead I shall write a little about myself just a little mind cause otherwise it will get tiresome and we can’t be having that.

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DOWNSIDE ABBEY AND SCHOOL

At Sixteen I got sent to a school located near the City of Bath in Somerset, attached to the school was/is a monastery inhabited by a bunch of monks who taught in the school. Some of these Monks were also Priests the monastery and school were intrinsically linked to each other, and some of the monks could not keep their hands to themselves… The rest as they say is history and more recently karma.

It would now be the right time to say why I paint, well right now it’s because the rough bare door frames look horrible and need improvement, the other reason is I do not have much else to be doing and I want it done and out of the way. Sometimes I would like to write about why I really paint . The door frame, in the meantime shall be taking precedence.