been a while since I was here. Last thing I told y'all was that Mommy was doing fine after the Mastectomy. A year has passed and shes had so many tests and so many prods and pokes and yes folks, she's doing fine. she sends her thanx. meanwhile...me? Today, I'm well pissed off. Went out for a meal last night and one of my tooth crowns BROKE off. Now I look like a hillbilly as its a frontal one. The one to the left of my two front ones..I look like I could appear on the Jerry Springer Show now, and as I havent got a Dental Insurance plan, we're gonna have to wait till after xmas. Otherwise to get it fixed would cost me over £500. Fuck that for a game of soldiers. I WON'T send a pic cos i look like something out of that "Deliverance" movie or "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". Fuck eating out again! I'm sticking to soup from now on.

A Merry christmas to you all and be careful eating out this yuletide unless you wanna look like me.

The Brat Prince

Greetings and felicitations to y'all.

I've been off this for a while and yet I havent been. Been popping on and off to wathc and see, but my account lapsed and I'm back on a basic one for now. Too much going on in my sad little life and a lot of turmoil in others too. Mom finally had surgery and had the breast removed. Then they found more cells and the other came off too. She's fine and dandy now, and then to top it all off, my apartment was flooded a few weeks ago and i lost everything (except my laptop).......moved out while it was fixed and went back yesterday..... so here I am back on the road to recovery and looking for a new apartment as the old one smells of fish and water..........

So for now, at least, I'll jump in here to see what you guys are doing and keep up with y'all.

Take care and catch y'all soon

The Brat Prince..AKA The Doctor...AKA Ray

Mom had ONE breast removed last Tuesday and recuperated well in the Hospital. She DID go back under the knife two days later as they'd 'botched' the op and some of the staples had come out AND there was a blood clot there. She came home yesterday and is staying with a friend who is also off work at the moment but with a broken arm (talk about the blind leading the blind). Anyway...she starts Chemo soon and is quite looking forward to losing her hair and sporting a (Dolly Parton - she says)wig.

Thanx to all of you who prayed (including all of my Holly-munching friends who gave offerings to Cthulu or whoever - dont panic guys...i munch Holly too!!!!!), and will keep you updated and post a few pics of mom and me in hospital (i was visiting) soon.

Peace Out

The Brat Prince

Mom went to the Hospital today and got the test results. she has a Malignant Tumour and has to go into Hospital Tuesday next to have a Mastectomy. Good on one hand but bad on the other I guess. Her Brother died 10 days ago aged 63...from....you guessed it...Cancer. They Cremated him the day after she had the tests,and now she has the same damned thing!!!!! sorry for the venting folks...but some days we weren't meant to get outta bed in the goddamn mornings. Thanks for the kind thoughts....she'll get kinder ones now, if I know my friends.

Peace Out

The Brat

Today, (actually it was yesterday) my mom went for tests after finding a lump in her breast. After many hours of Mammograms, Boipsys and poking and prodding, they said to her to 'com back next week' and they would give her the results, 'BUT', they said, 'It looks pretty likely that it is'.

Mom is 68 in the body and a spry 16 in her head. She wants and will get all the love and sympathy a mom needs form her only child. I'd like to ask all at LJ, to think of her, to say a prayer to whatever deity you choose to worship and to send the love across the air, in this, her hour.

Peace Out....The Brat Prince

If you are a human being who lives on Earth, you have probably been exposed to other human beings who are not your exact clones.

If this sounds like you, then you have probably also been told once or twice that what you believe is wrong and (coincidentally) the person who told you this just so happens to have the correct set of beliefs that you should promptly integrate into your life.

The first time I heard this, I was excited at this easy replacement for years of personal discipline, study and introspection. Imagine my shock and amazement when I found that the reasons they offered as to why they were right didn't quite stand up to the feeble light of early dawn.

To save you from suffering the same disappointment that I endured, I have listed some of these reasons that failed to provide me the "easy out" and forced me to do actual real work in finding my own personal spirituality.

1) My Religion is Right, so Yours Must be Wrong!

Let's all start and agree with the premise that Divinity is Big. Quite probably beyond our ability to grasp its vastness. Bigger than the Earth, even!

Okay. Now look out your window and describe what you see. Did you just describe every feature of our planet, or just a small part that you have seen and are familiar with?

If you can't describe all of our little planet, how can you expect to describe all of Divinity?

Just as I can look outside and say "The Earth is a muddy swamp like my backyard is after the rain" you might say "The Earth is a dry hot arid place" because you've had a year of drought.

A Religion is basically like looking out your window and describing Divinity as you see it. It is impossible for you to describe it in its entirety as you haven't seen it in its entirety.

As a result each religion is expressing the portion of Divinity that the people who created it could see.

Just because you see one thing doesn't mean that somebody else can't see a different aspect of Divinity and be just as correct as you are. Just like I see mud outside my window and you see a cracked river bed. We're both right. It's just that we're looking at something so big that we each see a different part of it.

Just because you don't see the same thing I do doesn't mean that I'm wrong. We can both be right if we're seeing different things.


2) My Religion is Old, so it must be Right!

Due to the fact that people have believed something for a Real Long Time it must be correct. This is quickly shot down with this:

From my quick search on Google, the oldest formal religion appears to be Hinduism. So if you're not a Hindu, you've already buzzed out.

The oldest informal religion was probably cavemen worshipping the sun and cowering from the angry storm gods. So, if you're not a Hindu and don't worship the sun and fear the storm gods, you've just buzzed out twice.

But even If you do happen to be a Hindu and worship the sun and fear the storm gods, it still doesn't mean you are right. Sorry. When it comes right down to it, this answer is really no more valid than any other when it comes to establishing a logical basis for your belief system.



3) My Religion is New, so it must be Right!

To the best of my knowledge, the newest religion is the one that I just made up worshipping The Great God Lardicus and the Gentle Goddess Dietima.

If you're not worshipping one or both of them, buzz yourself out on this one, too.



4) My Religion is New, but it is based on Ancient Knowledge, so it must be Right!

I have to admit that is my favorite one, as it gives you the best of both worlds. This is a common one with many of the New Age religions. Many of the "New Old" religions are only about 50 years old, but claim ancestry going back hundreds or thousands of years.

Ancient wisdom combined with modern insight - what could be better?

Unfortunately, if being Old doesn't make it Right, and being New doesn't make it right, being Old and New doesn't make it right either.



5) Lots of Other People Believe It Too, so it must be Right!

If everybody decided to go and jump off a bridge, would you do it too?

But I must grudgingly admit that she has a valid point. Lots of people were pretty darn sure the Earth was flat, yet even that power of belief was unable to squish our planet into a nice one-horizon pancake planet.



6) Hardly Anybody Knows About It, so it must be Right!

Many "secret societies" have a veil of this kind of thinking around them.

While it may be possible that they possess knowledge (or think that they do) that others don't have, it does not automatically give their beliefs any more credibility than any of the other reasons we've covered so far.



7) This Holy Book Says it is True, so it must be Right!

Welcome to the land of Circular Reasoning!

Here's how it usually works: "My Religion is Right!" "Why?" "Because my Holy Book says it is!" "Well, why should I believe your Holy Book is Right?" "Because my Religion says it is!"

You can not logically say "Here's my first premise, here's my second premise. My first premise is true because my second premise says it is. My second premise is true because my first premise says it is. Therefore, both premises are true and support each other!"

Unfortunately, this doesn't work when exposed to any form of logic or rationality. In order to provide "proof" there must be validation from outside of the condition being tested.



8) Divinity Said It Was True, so it must be Right!

This is almost identical to the last technique, but instead of a Holy Book saying it, some form of Divinity said it.

But who did they say it to? Was it someone you know is trustworthy? Are they alive?

Did you hear it? So it's at best second-hand knowledge (you personally know the person who Divinity spoke to), or most likely third-hand (usually more like 100-handed) knowledge.

Have you ever played the game of "Telephone"? People line up, and a message is whispered to the first person in the line, who whispers it to the second person, who whispers it to the third, and so on until the last person gets the message. They then say the message that they got and everybody laughs at how the simple message got completely mangled to the point of being unrecognizable.

Now, add to this process the following and shake, not stir: What century was it written in? What language was it in? How many translations has it gone through since then? How likely is it that there were words and phrases that did not translate literally, and the translator had to make an approximation across the languages? How many cultural differences go unstated that are not accounted for in translations? How many political or other agendas were able to influence the translations to sound more like the positions that they advocated?

As you can see, there are many issues that can take what could have been straight from Divinity and changed, confused or corrupted it on its way to the version you see today.

And we still haven't addressed the issues as to whether the person who originally said they heard it wrote it down correctly. Have you ever tried to write down what happened in a dream after you woke up? Have you ever had difficulty expressing a significant personal experience using nothing but words?

And then there is the most basic question of if they actually did receive a message from Divinity or not. Could they have just made it up? Were they trying to impress someone, become famous, influence people? Under the influence of a mind-altering substance? Suffered from a mental illness?

Do you know people who you trust who have told you important things that turned out not to be true?

Unless you personally experienced it, you have no unquestionable basis to believe it. And all of the other rules here also apply to why you should believe what someone else says is true.



9) Someone I trust told me it is True, so it must be Right!

Why do they believe it is True? Is their reason covered by one or more of the above explanations? If so, there is no rational reason to accept it as True based on those reasons.



10) Science agrees with me, so it must be Right!

Science is not always right. Periodically a new discovery is made that invalidates entire bodies of knowledge and creates new ones. Many scientific "facts" are discovered to be incorrect as new information is learned.

While this foundation provides the best rational platform for a system of beliefs, it does not "prove" it is right. There could always be a new scientific revelation that could end up proving it is wrong after all.

Additionally, there are lots of things that science admits that it still doesn't understand. Every so often, someone comes along and discovers a new aspect of how things work, and it can cause an explosion in new knowledge that builds upon this new foundation.

Nothing is absolute in science, despite the wishes of the scientists.

If you are a logic-based person, this is probably the only rationally valid reason to prefer one belief system over another. But remember that it is not absolute, and will not be a valid rationale for an emotionally-based person.



11) It Just Feels True for Me, so it must be Right!

If you are an emotionally-based person, this is probably the only valid reason to prefer one belief system over another. In your gut or your heart, it just feels right.

But remember that you based your beliefs based on your PERSONAL feelings. If another person chooses a different belief system based on THEIR OWN PERSONAL feelings, you can not logically discount their choice but assert that your own is Real when you both selected your beliefs based on the exact same criteria.

Therefore, religious choices chosen in this way can only be a PERSONAL choice for you and you alone, because only you can experience the emotional foundation of your beliefs.



In Conclusion...

I hope this helped to illustrate that there is no magic reason that anyone's belief system is right or wrong. It is, at best, a personal decision as to what criteria you use to find your spiritual path through life.

Most importantly, there is no way that you can make a logical case that your belief system is "more right" than anybody else's.

Therefore, please treat everyone with respect and courtesy when discussing your beliefs or theirs. If you try to find the core principles that guide most religions, you will find that they all share many similarities, and there is room in the world for all of them.

I am your Mother, do you not hear my heart beat,
Can you not feel the love I send;
Was not the air you breathed, my scent so sweet,
Is my pain hard for you to comprehend.


Upon my body snow lays soft and white,
Beneath my skin the future sleeps;
My blood flows to nurture and delight,
Into the ground it deeply seeps.


Mountains tall, clouds wreath my crests,
Rolling hills once wooded thick;
Gentle prairies too were once lush with grass,
Where did my bounty go so quick.


Sandy beaches and rock girded shore,
Where ocean waters sweep and crash;
A land of beauty, once so pure,
Marred by man's actions heedless and rash.


All this beauty was yours to behold,
Your duty was to love, cherish and protect;
Feel my anguish, the pain in my soul,
All I asked was your respect.


I am your Mother.



Each of us should look at the shoes worn by others, not the ones the world sees but the ones on their souls. Perhaps then we could see, know and honor the paths they have walked, the tears shed, sorrows carried which left deep foot prints in the dust. We might see also the joys that have lightened their steps, and know that they are just like we. Please try walking in the others shoes for just one day before you pass judgement upon them.



I met a man of many colors
And a tear was upon his cheek.
"Old man" I ask, "why do you cry
With such an agonizing weep?"


"Oh child" this man he says to me,
"My heart is broken in so many ways
That I believe this day to end
Will find me out stretched and far within
The encompassing earth of sin."


I sat down beside this man
And asked him "do not cry.
For what you think is so bad
That life will pass you by?"


He looks at me with such sad eyes.
And weeps ever more.
He holds his hands out to me
And alas, I do see
The anguish of his heart.


For his hands were different colors
One is red and the other white,
A leg he unclothed for me
Was as yellow as could be
And his other leg as black as night.


"I am the father of the world.
In case you do not know.
And my children have grown apart
And fight among themselves.


For when they do not get along
My arms and legs and hands and feet
Destroys the very life of me.


My hands of red and white
Will not feed this face of night.
And my legs of black and yellow,
Will not stand beneath this body
And support my heart and soul.


For they argue far too much,
And now I have grown old.


So here I sit in this haven
Of unwelcomeness.
And when this day ends,
A father I will not be.
For my children of many nations
Have forgotten how to accompany me.



I have had many shoes in my lifetime,
but there was a pair that I bought many
years ago.
I found them in a thrift shop and when
I saw them, they seemed to call out to me.
I went over to the counter where they
were and tried them on.
They seemed too small but in a strange
way, they stretched to my feet. I bought
them for a pittance and wore them home
and wore them and wore them everywhere.
They became part of me, so much that
that I had to write a little memorial to them.
These Shoes of Mine
These shoes you say have been out to
play, so long ago.
When I was young and full of dreams and hopes, these shoes of mine danced away
the night.
They traveled around the world, to far
off places.
These shoes of mine, walked down the
aisle of love and happiness, forty years ago.
These shoes of mine stumbled many
times in life.
They walked through that lonely tunel
of death when everything ends.
They traveled back and forth for each child. But these shoes of mine continued on
for other generations of life.
But at last, these shoes of mine, are no
longer needed.
Nature has taken care of that. But I
felt they deserved a fine burial.



.."And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy."~



Have we lost our way?...
We must return again to the call of nature ...
This call is muted with the hurts around us ...
Destruction of the good and bad ...
We must return, not as aliens, but as Keepers of all
things that are a part of us ...
Some are forever gone ...
Others are crying out in despair ...
Just as our Ancestors kept the faith with all things
Great and Small ...
So must we be the guardians of the Sun, the Moon
and the Stars ...
It is because of them, and our respect for their powers
that we must raise our voices to be heard ...
We are not just the Red Man, we are THE PEOPLE ...
Our fathers before us worshipped all things of nature ...
This is good, for Nature is the Heart of all things ...
All of us spring from Mother Earth and must return to
her bosom ...
If we poison Her, so will our future be poisoned ...
She will rebel against the hurts and we will be the losers ...
We must return ...



I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the TRUE America and to the freedom
of Nationality, Race, Creed, Color and Belief
for which it stands, one nation under the Goddess,
indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.



I lay down my knife
beside your gun,
And ask . . .
Is it good, that we not fight?


I give you my blanket,
In return for your coat
And ask . . .
Is it good, that we exchange?


I give you my land
In return for your progress
And ask . . .
Is it good, that we advance?


I share with you my beliefs,
In return for your beliefs,
And ask . . .
Why . . .
Is it good that we lose our identity?

In George Washington's days, there were no cameras. One's image was either
sculpted or painted. Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing
behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and
both arms. Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were
to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are
"limbs," therefore painting them would cost the buyer more. Hence the
_expression, "Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg."

**************************************************************

As incredible as it sounds, men and women took baths only twice a year (May
and October)! Women kept their hair covered, while men shaved their heads
(because of lice and bugs) and wore wigs. Wealthy men could afford good wigs
made from wool. They couldn't wash the wigs, so to clean them they would
carve out a loaf of bread, put the wig in the shell, and bake it for 30
minutes. The heat would make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term "big
wig." Today we often use the term "here comes the Big Wig" because someone
appears to be or is powerful and wealthy.

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In the late 1700s, many houses consisted of a large room with only one
chair. Commonly, a long wide board folded down from the wall, and was used
for dining. The "head of the household" always sat in the chair while
everyone else ate sitting on the floor. Occasionally a guest, who was
usually a man, would be invited to sit in this chair during a meal. To sit
in the chair meant you were important and in charge. They called the one
sitting in the chair the "chair man." Today in business, we use the
_expression or title "Chairman" or "Chairman of the Board."

**************************************************************

Personal hygiene left much room for improvement. As a result, many women and
men had developed acne scars by adulthood. The women would spread bee's wax
over their facial skin to smooth out their complexions. When they were
speaking to each other, if a woman began to stare at another woman's face
she was told, "mind your own bee's wax." Should the woman smile, the wax
would crack, hence the term "crack a smile." In addition, when they sat too
close to the fire, the wax would melt . . . therefore, the _expression
"losing face."

**************************************************************

Ladies wore corsets, which would lace up in the front. A proper and
dignified woman . as in "straight laced". . . wore a tightly tied lace.
**************************************************************

Common entertainment included playing cards. However, there was a tax levied
when purchasing playing cards but only applicable to the "Ace of Spades." To
avoid paying the tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead.

Yet, since most games require 52 cards, these people were thought to be
stupid or dumb because they weren't "playing with a full deck."

**************************************************************

Early politicians required feedback from the public to determine what the
people considered important. Since there were no telephones, TV's or radios,
the politicians sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars. They
were told to "go sip some ale" and listen to people's conversations and
political concerns. Many assistants were dispatched at different times. "You
go sip here" and "You go sip there." The two words "go sip" were eventually
combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we have the term
"gossip."

**************************************************************

At local taverns, pubs, and bars, people drank from pint and quart-sized
containers. A bar maid's job was to keep an eye on the customers and keep
the drinks coming. She had to pay close attention and remember who was
drinking in "pints" and who was drinking in "quarts," hence the term
"minding your "P's and Q's."

**************************************************************



In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried
iron cannons. Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary
to keep a good supply near the cannon. However, how to prevent them from
rolling about the deck? The best storage method devised was a square-based
pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine, which rested
on sixteen. Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small
area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem...how to prevent
the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under the others. The solution
was a metal plate called a "Monkey" with 16 round indentations.

However, if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust
to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make "Brass Monkeys." Few
landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron
when chilled. Consequent ly, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass
indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs would come right
off the monkey. Thus, it was quite literally, "Cold enough to freeze the
balls off a brass monkey." (All this time, you thought that was an improper
_expression, didn't you.)

Ancient guardians
of time and secrets,
the stone giants
lean and whisper
of their youth.

Fair Celtic maidens
and handsome swain
cavorted in their shadows
singing in the dawn.

The whisperers remember
when the age was new,
and shadows had not fallen
across the broad moor.

The Standing Stones
keep well their secrets
teasing with memories
that only the dead
can know.

Just a test to see if i can now post images to my (now) paid account. Dont panic folks....

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/africa/06/21/ethiopia.lions.ap/index.html?section=cnn_topstories




Lions free kidnapped girl



ADDIS ABABA, Ethiopia (AP) -- Police say three lions rescued a 12-year-old girl kidnapped by men who wanted to force her into marriage, chasing off her abductors and guarding her until police and relatives tracked her down in a remote corner of Ethiopia.

The men had held the girl for seven days, repeatedly beating her, before the lions chased them away and guarded her for half a day before her family and police found her, Sgt. Wondimu Wedajo said Tuesday by telephone from the provincial capital of Bita Genet, some 560 kilometers (348 miles) west of the capital, Addis Ababa.

"They stood guard until we found her and then they just left her like a gift and went back into the forest," Wondimu said, adding he did not know whether the lions were male or female.

News of the June 9 rescue was slow to filter out from Kefa Zone in southwestern Ethiopia.

"If the lions had not come to her rescue then it could have been much worse. Often these young girls are raped and severely beaten to force them to accept the marriage," he said.


"Everyone ... thinks this is some kind of miracle, because normally the lions would attack people," Wondimu said.

Stuart Williams, a wildlife expert with the rural development ministry, said that it was likely that the young girl was saved because she was crying from the trauma of her attack.

"A young girl whimpering could be mistaken for the mewing sound from a lion cub, which in turn could explain why they (the lions) didn't eat her," Williams said. "Otherwise they probably would have done."

The girl, the youngest of four brothers and sisters, was "shocked and terrified" and had to be treated for the cuts from her beatings, Wondimu said.

He said that police had caught four of the men, but were still looking for three others.

In Ethiopia, kidnapping has long been part of the marriage custom, a tradition of sorrow and violence whose origins are murky.

The United Nations estimates that more than 70 percent of marriages in Ethiopia are by abduction, practiced in rural areas where the majority of the country's 71 million people live.

Ethiopia's lions, famous for their large black manes, are the country's national symbol and adorn statues and the local currency. Former emperor Haile Selassie kept a pride in the royal palace in Addis Ababa.

Despite their integral place in Ethiopia culture, their numbers have been falling, according to experts, as farmers encroach on bush land.

Hunters also kill the animals for their skins, which can fetch $1,000, despite a recent crackdown against illegal animal trading across the country. Williams said that at most only 1,000 Ethiopian lions remain in the wild.

I believe....

I believe in a world where the strong help the weak.

I believe love is more than a commercial anthem or an abstract concept.

I believe in admitting when we are wrong and taking responsiblity. Because ironically,this is how we control our lives and show our strength.

I believe that there are people who sell fear like a ballpark vendor sells hot dogs.

I believe that who we are is not defined by what we do when everyone is watching, but when no one is.

I believe that we are judged not by how tall we stand but how many times we stand back up after being knocked down.

I believe I can be a better person every day

I believe that there are times for war, for destruction, and also times for peace. This tenuous balance we all depend on. How far do we go in defeating the neighborhood bully?

I believe some of us have forgotten how we in our war for independence from the british were considered terrorists because we hid behind trees and boulders in a gun fight. Oh, but that was only combat, no civilians right?American Indians have been defending the homeland and fighting terrorists since 1492. Try and tell a native American that we "civilized" folks never slaughtered innocent civilians. Just a little perspective folks, not excusing anyone for anything.

I believe that Native American tribes have every right to have casinos on their land. It is insulting and ridiculous to see local and state governments try to legislate what native americans can do on sovereign territory. It just grates against my sense of justice to hear these rich white suburban people complain about what has the local casino not done for them. Especially when the real fuss is being made by lobbyists funded by the "competition", the vegas casinos. Somehow it is more acceptable to have people indulge their desires in the state of Nevada.

I believe that most of our modern day terrorists motives are more about power than religion.

I believe in no God but I believe in someone else's right to not believe in anything.

I believe that it is wrong to tell someone that their faith or belief system is wrong. Ironically, I think we see this with faith groups that are more similar than different. Maybe it's the frustration that the other person could almost be perfect like me...who knows?

I believe that we all need to have faith in something or someone, even if it is just ourselves.

I believe we spend too much money and not enough time.

I believe that I have ranted too much today.......

There are two things about the Islamic attack on London that surprised me. One, that is was London and not Chicago and the other is that more people were not killed. Reports say that two of the bombs did not explode as planned. The terrorists are getting sloppy. Most of us British citizens are scoffing at such a pinprick attack. The British people are tough. Many are still alive that survived the yearlong blitz of London leading up to World War II.



I would like to remind the Islamic terrorists that England was on the winning side in that war.



The murder of the kidnapped Egyptian ambassador to Iraq by followers of true Islam has not gotten the attention that it deserves. When the announcement was made on Arab television about the execution, there was a statement from al Qaeda: “We announce in the al-Qaeda in Iraq that the verdict of God against the ambassador of the infidels, the ambassador of Egypt, has been carried out. Thank God.” Egyptian Muslims are now “infidels.” Al Qaeda has called the Muslims of Iraq traitors. Islam is officially eating its own.



It is sad that Ambassador Ihab al-Sherif’s daughter reported that as her father left for Iraq, he told her not to worry. He was going to a Muslim country. He assured her he would be safe in a Muslim country.



It should be apparent to Muslims that they are no longer safe anywhere from the long arm of true Islam.



Perhaps many Muslims who have long been denying that such acts are carried out by fellow Muslims will wake up from their life-long stupor. Moderate Muslims must realize that if they are not willing to strap a bomb on themselves and die for Allah, they will be considered “infidels.”



There are some who will declare that there is no proof that Islamics carried out this attack. But there is. There is no other known terrorist group on this planet that uses its own bodies—and the bodies of its children—as bombs. It is being reported that the London bus was probably blown up by a suicide bomber. This attack was a classic example of an al Qaeda attack. Only Islam holds such little regard for the lives of its own.


Islam has been planning this war on western civilization for decades. Islam has quietly waited for this chance for centuries. The first shot was fired in Iran over thirty years ago.



Most homicide/suicide bombers are young. Most of these eager killers are in their twenties. Some are teenagers. Why are they so eager to blow themselves up and kill innocent people? The answer is quite simple. They are eager to die because they have been taught from birth that Allah will be pleased with them if they kill the infidels. The more people they kill, the more pleased Allah will be. Paradise and virgins await them if they just die for Islam. In fact, they are taught that this is the only way to paradise. These unfortunate young people know little else. Many cannot even read. They were born and raised for one reason. Islam bred an army to kill for them. No one can reason with such a person.



Islam has indoctrinated an entire generation of its youth to kill for them on command. It is likely that a second generation is nearly ready to be unleashed on the world. Islamics kidnap babies and toddlers from Nigeria and Sudan and take them to camps where these children are taught nothing but how to kill and die for Islam. Islam has planned for this war for a very long time. All of their screaming that this or that attack or beheading was because of the war in Iraq, or abuse at some prison, is a smoke screen for the gullible western liberal media and dim-witted politicians like Senator Durbin.



Those bombers have been dispersed around the world. It is only a matter of time before the American radical Islamics receive their long-awaited orders to die for Allah and Islam. The world is about to learn what it is like to be a war zone as Israel has been forced to be for over 50 years.



I heard a reporter on television say that now the British know how the Americans felt on 9/11. He said that the people of London were taking their cue from how New Yorkers picked themselves up and got on with life. I disagree.



I have long believed that what makes America great is the fact that your forefathers and early immigrants brought with them the best their native countries had to offer. you are a blend of those wonderful traits. you Americans got your in-your-face attitude and backbone from the British. That is why even though we have fought two wars against each other, our two countries now stand together.



As I listened to the reporter, the speech came to mind that the great Winston Churchill gave to us when he felt a German invasion of this tiny island was imminent. It bears repeating for the Islamics.



“We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.”



Well said, Mr. Churchill. Well said.


Peace Out

On July 7, 2005, terrorists attacked Great Britain’s capital city, killing dozens of people and injuring hundreds more. Targeting London’s mass transit system, the cowardly barbarians known as Al-Qaeda bombed tube trains and a double-decker bus in four locations around the city. The attacks took place over the course of about an hour’s time, beginning at 8:51 am between Aldgate East and Liverpool Street stations, and ending at 9:47 am at Tavistock Place.



Soon after seeing it on T.V, I turned on my radio to listen for further updates about the atrocities. Within minutes of tuning into one of my favorite talk radio shows, I heard a liberal caller to the program state that we have to try and better understand what Al-Qaeda and other Islamic terrorist groups are all about, and what they want, if we’re ever going to stop such attacks from happening in the future. Of course, when questioned as to why he felt that way, he had no answer. This didn’t surprise me at all, since there is no good reason for us to waste our time trying to understand what motivates mass murdering Islamo-fascists.



All we need to know about these parasites is that they are hateful extremists from backward countries that refuse to enter the 21st century--or even the 16th century, for that matter. Attempting to understand more than that makes no sense whatsoever, because even if we could ascertain exactly what it is that people like Osama Bin Laden require of us before they’ll stop slaughtering innocent people, that knowledge would only be useful to us if we were willing to change who we are in order to appease them.



Of course, liberals seem to think that appeasing them is exactly what we should be doing. Why, if the United States could only be more like Spain, which immediately replaced its government with a communist regime following the terrorist attacks on Madrid in 2004, and then proceeded to pull its troops out of Iraq, things would be so much better than they are today. After all, it’s your presence in Iraq that is really getting under the skin of international terrorists these days. You need to just get out of there!



OK then, let’s take a quick look at that philosophical approach to ending terrorism. In the first place, if we did decide to abandon everything that american and English military men and women have fought for since the Iraq War began, humiliating each and every one them in the process, and throwing the people of that country to the wolves, what would stop Al-Qaeda from making even greater demands on us after that? I mean, the USA and the UK weren't even in Iraq when they attacked our cities on 9/11, so that clearly won’t be a grand enough gesture of appeasement.



Let’s see, you were supporting Israel before September of 2001, so I guess the next thing you have to do is turn your backs on what was the only democratic free state in the Middle East, prior to Iraq and Afghanistan being liberated. And speaking of the Afghan people, you’d also have to hand control of their country back to the Taliban, since they’re all good friends of Osama, and of course, you’d need to refrain from lending future support to any pro-liberty movement in the region, like the one currently developing in Lebanon.



And still, even if you retreat entirely from the Middle East, it is unlikely that Al-Qaeda will be satisfied. At the end of the day, you’ll still be a predominantly Christian nation, with a democratic system of governance, and an economy based on capitalist principles. All that would simply have to change, since exhibiting the sort of independence that Americans are known for is truly arrogant, and unforgivably wicked in the eyes of Allah.



Do you see where I’m going with all this? While I’m sure that most of you liberals out there still have no idea what I’m trying to say, I pray to God that the good people of MY England are able to grasp the point I’m making here.



The common goal in fighting the war on terror is not to make our enemies like us. Perhaps one day their children or grandchildren will learn to accept the ideas of liberty and respect for other cultures, but the scumbags we face today will never be dissuaded from hating us and everything we stand for, no matter what we do. Our aim, like the aim of our ancestors who faced down the menace of Nazism a half century ago, is to wipe our enemies off the face of the earth...PERIOD



“Nobody ever defended anything successfully, there is only attack and attack and attack some more,” proclaimed General George S. Patton, and in my opinion he could not have been more right. The theory of appeasing the enemies of our liberty is as dead as an Al-Qaeda suicide bomber. Trying to cut deals with individuals like Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi has never, and will never secure our freedoms. The only thing these monsters understand is relentless brute force, and it’s about time the free nations of the world stopped bickering with one another like a bunch of spoiled school children and started working together to preserve our way of life!



Like most of my fellow Human beings, I have faith in my people, and I’m confident that they will respond appropriately to the vicious and unprovoked attacks upon their country this week. That response should be to praise the courageous policies of our forward-thinking leader, Tony Blair, and to reaffirm our commitment to achieving victory against terrorists everywhere.



To do otherwise would be to exhibit weakness in the face of the worst kind of tyranny known to mankind. The world now looks to us citizens of Britain as we did to you guys after 9/11 to show them how truly brave people deal with the adversities of war, and I pray they do not fail in that crucial task.



In the words of the greatest writer to ever hold a pen, “cry HAVOC, and let slip the dogs of war, so that this terrible action will smell above the earth, with rotting corpses, begging to be buried.” William Shakespeare understood that meting out justice is often a bloody affair, and his words should serve to remind us of that fact and spur us on as we contemplate the actions we’ll need to take in the future

Peace out

A God that is Yours


Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened place as I kneel,
always alone, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked eyes.

Realization dawning on my face.

I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring truth.




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Some people kill themselves quickly. In an instant they go from alive to dead. Like a lightning bolt strikes fast and bright and vanishes just as rapid. They're they brave ones.
Some people try to stave it off. Ply their souls with the pseudo affections of alcohol and drugs. Their chosen saviors slowly killing them.
Is it self-destruction or a hapless form of self-preservation? Their own path to forgiveness. Reconciliation with themselves, with the lives that always seen as more a burden more than a gift?
It's funny how the things we use to help us live often strip that away from us like peeling paint. So painfully slow the layers fall away until only the naked walls are left. Soft, porous walls of a life where every color penetrated so deep, but none ever seemed quite right. Always a shade off. Drying too dark, too light. Whatever, somehow wrong no matter what.
The drinker's Bottle, so reflective of the stages of his life, begun so full, then emptying. And emptier yet. First one empty. and then steadily the empty soldiers gather, overtaking and eventually, surrender. Loss.? Acceptance.

Went away on vacation for two weeks and left my newly-formed apartment to the elements, forgetting that my hot-water boiler was not yet fully installed, leaving a 'hole' from my kitchen to the outside world. Well folks, two pigeons from the outside world came in thru' the five inch tube and decided to live in my apartment. Well, I was away for two weeks (a 'fortnight' in english language for all you colonials) and when I came back, my newly-laid charcoal gray carpet looked like it'd been living in Trafalgar Square for a year. There were six-inch blobs of s**t EVERYWHERE and some green slimy stuff running down every open door they roosted on - including my Kitchen units!!!!! Where do Pigeons get the stamina to s**t 24/7/ If I did that, I'd be as dehydrated as a dried prune!!! Anyway, The aforesaid pigeons were both found, dehydrated, dead and slightly smelly behind my Lounge door and my Kitchen Door. Pigeons were always, to me, a delicacy that country-folk put into pies etc....I HAVE tried it and liked it, but after that scenario, I wouldn't touch ANY 'Game' bird till the day I die. Lesson learnt. enough said!!!!!!

Peace Out

The Brat Prince

Some Funny (I thought they were!!!) Epitaphs from around the globe. well, England and the USa ACTUALLY.




Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.
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Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
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In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
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A lawyer's epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
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Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
Of yours.
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Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in
the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in
Tombstone, Arizona:
Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More.
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In a Georgia cemetery:
"I told you I was sick!"
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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
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On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia:
She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.
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In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:
On the 22nd of June
- Jonathan Fiddle -
Went out of tune.
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Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont has an epitaph that
sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie:
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
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More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England:
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay.
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Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood:
In Memory of Beza Wood
Departed this life
Nov. 2, 1837
Aged 45 yrs.
Here lies one Wood
Enclosed in wood
One Wood
Within another.
The outer wood
Is very good:
We cannot praise
The other.
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On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:
Under the sod and under the trees
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod:
Pease shelled out and went to God.
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The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a consumer tip:
Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with "R.E. Danforth's
Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
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Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if
the car was on the way down.
It was.
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In a cemetary in England:
Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now, so shall you be,
Remember this and follow me.
- To which someone replied by writing on the tombstome:
To follow you I'll not consent,
Until I know which way you went.
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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle
Age 102
The Good Die Young.
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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767
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A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:
Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has
many qualifications of a good wife, and
yearns to be comforted.
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In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
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In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.

I HAT British Summer time with a vengeance...you know...when for some UNKNOWN reason they put the clocks forward or backward. Today I woke, looked at the clock, dressed, washed and was off to work before I realised I was an hour early. What could I do in that hour? well, it DID give me chance to write this, complaining about the extra hour I COULD have had in bed, but, hey!. Who really cares? I am now wide awake, little or no sleep...can you sleep on public transport without missing your stop? and a day with the brats at school. Dammit....BST sucks ;-)

The Brat Prince

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ButI am now in England Dammit!!!!!! ;-(

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you and trusting that they won't.

You are Twig & Molochai.


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"I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four AM knows all my secrets. Four AM is when my dreams die."

"Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me anyway. It lasts so long, and four a.m. knows all my secrets."


The Brat Prince

http://www.vicchesnutt.com/albuminfo/lyrics/rome/missmary.html


Vic Chesnutt? Hmmmmm...... a damn Yankee (obviously) ;-)

MISS MARY


Miss Mary took a shower and she showed herself to me.
She said that God in all his glory was revealed to her carnally.
She said she'd been with no man, but she must have been with me.
But when I felt her with my finger, the proof burned my belief.
So how much can I stand?
I'm just a mortal man!
I wring my praying hands, she stands there before me!
C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da
And a Doris Day, que sera sera!


from an unknown album produced by Michael Stipe.

Hey Wifelet, fame is a dish best served hot, with rice, and a side salad of humble pie!!!


XXX Hubby!!!!

Working as a support worker has its ups and downs. Today was a down day. They reassigned me to support some kids with learning difficulties. No Problem. Trouble is, its a motor Vehicle Mainainance class. I know NOTHING about automobiles except they guzzle gas and belch noxious fmes (thats the holly-munching pagan in me). It was like the blind leading the blind goddamit. Happy Martin Luther King Day y'all. her in the Sunny Commonwealth of the United Kingdoms of Boredom we dont celebrate Marting uther King Day, nor do we celebrate Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, Labor Day, etc etc etc. Pretty boring lot you may think but let me tell you this......we F*****G ARE!!!!!!!!!

Never in all my days have I realised what a bunch of Sour faced, miserable A***les are us Brits. You guys did well to get rid of us. we needed the kick!!!! So when you bicker about the price of gas going up, remember Britain has it at the equvlent of $7.50 per gallon, and all you tobacco suckers out there....does $6.00 per pack sound reasonable to you? Thought not.

This is the Brat Prince, signing out (but not for good - Vampires dont die, they just Linger)


Ciao

I spoke with wifelet #1 last night. We spent a good hour on the squawk box and talked of was and whens and puppy-dogs tails...actually about Pugs, Postal Workers and Immigration (go figure!!!). This is the first time we have spoken for a year or more although, dear heart, we have been together for over ten in one capacity or another (LOL). Suffice to say, after hearing her dulcet tones and her (sick) sense of humour (I particularly put the 'U' in Humo-U-r, as in Colo-U-r, and Alumini-U-m as I'm ENGLISH!!!!) I want to renew our vows.

I promise to be under her thumb forever, lick her booties and clean the dogs a** when it has a particularly bad case of 'Licky-End'. I will fix the fence, cook the dinner and talk in a bad English accent and call her M'Lady whenever she wants me to. I will dress in Doublet and Hose and be the guinea pig for ALL her new recipes (although there are only so many combinationsof NAcho's,Pizza and Tofu!)

She is my life, my light and my darkness all rolled into one. (pause for Vomiting!) and Pansy, Dear Pansy will never want for anything.(more vomiting and retching). She is the Icing on my cake, the cream in my coffee and the small red spot on the end of my nose (you know, the one you get when you eat too many Hershey Bars on a Sunday afternoon watching Re-runs of the X-Files?).

Happy Oshogatsu Dear Mary

XXXX Husband

A wet day in Sunny england - metaphors and oxymorons are falling from the skies like dandruff from a leper's beard. hmmmmm.... my mind went into 'Thomas Covenant' mode. remember him? the guy who was the 'White Gold weilder' - beat the pants offa L.O.T.R (I thought). So here we are, 3 days from the biggy and not a drop of snow in sight...here are a few facts about our fluffy cold friend from the sky....


Based on National Weather Service records for 1961 through 1990, Rochester, New York averages 94 inches of snow annually and is the snowiest large city in the United States. Rochester has an annual municipal snow-removal budget of $3.7 million

Buffalo, New York, is a close runner-up in terms of U.S. large cities with the most snow. A 39-inch snowfall in 24 hours in early December 1995 cost the city nearly $5 million for snow removal.


Almost 187 inches of snow fell in seven days on Thompson Pass, Alaska in February, 1953, according to the National Snowfall and Snow Depth Extremes Table provided by the National Climatic Data Center.(Brrrrr)



Remember, the Eskimo's have 500 words for 'Snow' but in the early 1900s, skiers created their own terminology to describe types of snow, including the terms "fluffy snow," "powder snow," and "sticky snow." Later, the terminology expanded to include descriptive terms such as "champagne powder," "corduroy," and "mashed potatoes."


Fresh snow is an excellent insulator. Ten inches of fresh snow with a density of 0.07 inches, seven percent water, is approximately equal to a six-inch-layer of fiberglass insulation with an insulation R-value of R-18.


Practically every location in the United States has seen snowfall. Even most portions of southern Florida have seen a few snow flurries.


Snow kills hundreds of people in the United States each year. The primary snow-related deaths are from traffic accidents, overexertion, and exposure, but deaths from avalanches have been steadily increasing.


The greatest snowfall officially reported at the Phoenix, Arizona National Weather Service Office was one inch. That occurred twice. The first time was January 20, 1933. It happened again four years later on the same date.


In the western United States, mountain snow pack contributes up to 75 percent of all year-round surface water supplies.


There you go then...a few (well known) facts about S-N-O-W - stillraining here so maybe I'll give you some facts about Rain next time - or maybe not. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


Merry Christmas all - B.T.W Bella, I copied a 'ruck' of the Christmas Tree Fairies and they look kewl!!!! Thanx. ( a 'ruck' is a local term for a 'bountiful supply of... or a Plethora)

Peace Out!

The Brat Prince

Well , the Brat Prince lives to fight another day, albeit with a sore tush!!!! The hospital thing went well and found no sign of anything abnormal up there - witht the exception of Glenn Miller, Jimi Hendrix and Elvis (so thats where they're hiding - they ain't DEAD!!!). My ass ws sore for a day or two and now they need to see me in march to check for Lactose Intolerance. Hmmmmm.... no more dairy for me, and I was just planning an affair with a Fresian.

At this juncture I would like to wish all my friends a wonderful festive season , especially my love, Miss Mary (sigh) and to my 'new friend' Bellaumbra. Take care at this special time and love, light and happiness to you and yours. I will be offline for the holidays as I am travelling to London for a few days to visit friends. Until we meet, this is the Brat Prince signing out.