I dreamt of my toddler falling back and breaking his neck. I was frightened. Was the child dead? I worry for his safety. I am highly aware of the fragility of life. I read ”Adrift on The Open Veld.” These scenes of slaying in the South African War made me think about this.
Then I dreamt of a threesome with two women. I cannot think who they were. Both were about 30 short and not slim. I was about to do one of them. I was erect but had to wake to take a slazenger. I had been thinking of how when I had girlfriend who were willing to do 3somes I was unwise not to take the opportunity.
Simon Jones was a policeman in Nottinghamshire. This man has been sent to prison for engaging in consesual sex with adults. It is shockingly unjust that he has been incarcerated for this. What he did was against the law since he copulated with one person while he was on duty. The other person who was pertinent to the case became known to PC Jones in the course of Jone’s official duties. This was also held to be criminous.
It is worrying and totally unfair that Simon Jones has been locked up for a single moment for what he has done. He wasted police time by having sex when he was supposed to be preventing crime. Well at least he made it impossible for that woman to become a victim of crime when he was penetrating her! I can see a strong case for him being dismissed but to send him to gaol is totally wrong. He was convicted of misconduct in a public office.
Nottinghmashire police described this unfortunate policeman as a sexual predator. This is very damning language to use against a man who has done nothing immoral. There was no victim of what he did. The spokeswoman who gave a statement about Mr Jones said that he was s exual predator. What is that? Is it someone who seeks sex? This ill-defined term is an especially cruel insult. The spokeswoman said that these women may not perceive themselves to be victims. Maybe that is because they were NOT victims. He sent one of them over 1 000 texts. Isn’t that caused a relationship? It seems wrong that a police officer cannot form a relationship with anyone he met through his duties. These females may have been attracted to a man in uniform and one who helped them at a difficult time.
There are sex criminals who really represent a danger to society. Such men and women have sex with young children or they rape adults. Jones did neither. By going after him police time has been wasted. A huge amount of public money has been wasted bby imprisoning a blameless man. The term sex beast has been devalued. He should not have served a single day. His liberty has been taken away without any justification.
He did well in his career and the UK has lost a good officer. The Kingdom can ill afford to do this. The current hysteria about sex crime makes the police want to catch people and to brand them with this most damning of labels just to sate the appetite of a certain section of the public for supposed wrongdoers to be punished. We have lost our moral compass.
It has been brought to light what horrific abuse the late and unlamented James Savile, Knight, used to visit upon defenceless children. I am not talking about tittle-tattle. There are accusations that have been proved true by testimony and photographic evidnce. What he used to to do kids was truly disgusting and immoral. He smoked a cigar in front of them.
I dreamt that I was in a doctor’s surgery. David Cameron was a doctor and wore a white coat over a dark blue suit. At first it did not surprise me at all. The room was dimly lit. I lay on the operating table as it were. Cameron asked me to lie just like that – I was in the foetal position. He was speaking to someone else saying that a foetus like this came out being of superior intelligence. I lay with a white sheet over me.
Later it seemed odd to me that Cameron had been the doctor. Me playing the role of a foetus did not seem peculiar to me. Maybe this foetus thing came up because I was thinking about foetuses and termination last night. I was thinking of a former pupil of mine yesterday and she is named Schwetha. I thought of my child and wondered how clever he is and whether he is a tiny bit autistic.
Then in my dream I was in Germany during the Second World War. I was a prisoner of war. I was there with several other British soldiers. No one seemed despondent. We wore a dull green itchy uniform. There was a low wire fence. I wandered around the small area where we were caged. There were sheds and greenhouses. It was a cloudy day. I spoke German and saw myself as being the link between the Prisoner of War and the guards. The guards seemed to be amiable. I was remarkably upbeat. I wondered whether I should essay to win favour with them by raising my arm to 45 degrees and say Heil Hitler. I considered whether this was dishonourable and would I be penalised for this after the war.
Then I saw a tiger – it was very small and looked almost like a toy I lay with its belly on the ground. I backed off – it did not growl. It attacked another soldier but did not kill or even seriously injure the man. There was another animal in the POW camp – a sheep I think.
Kiev is a city that has a lot to offer without being too large. A kicking nightlife, gorgeous cathedrals, pensive parks, splendid vistas over the mighty River Dnieper, an enought boutiques to break any bank account – these are among the city’s myriad attractions. Kiev boasts numerous stately streets and imposing squares. It is dotted with fascinating art galleries and museums. Kiev is incredibly historic – remember Kiev, not Moscow, was the birthplace of the Russian state. The metro is easy to navigate, clean and ridiculously affordable.
Despite this not being Russia most people in Kiev prefer to speak Russian rather than Ukrainian. Quite a few young people speak English. The city has hills and valleys. The city centre is handsome but the outskirts give way to the typical Soviet era spirit crushing monochrome tower blocks.
Ladies, lock up your husbands. This is the unthinking man’s Amsterdam. When I landed at the airport I found that the airline had mislaid my back. After a lame attempt to chat up what airline chick who was dealing with this mishap I went to my hotel. Even the most respectable hotels will have cards offering the sort of ‘massages’ that are not available on the NHS. More eye-catching to a romantic fool such as yours truly were advertisements for marriage introductions. ‘Just call us up and we will send a car to take you to the party.’ This may well be a be a guaranteed score with an English-speaking babe. Many young ladies are desperate to get the hell out of the country. I thought to myself, ‘am I really sad enough to go to an event for hopeless desperates?’. I idiotically chose not to take this opprotunity of a lifetime. Next time I will not make the same mistake. Don’t be shy now. There is no shame in it. Moreover, nobody will ever know unless you choose to tell them. The Ukraine is not in the EU remember so it is very difficult Ukrainians to move abroad. Yes, there are also Ukranian lads eager to hook up with foreign females.
Ahead of the 2012 European Football Championships some Ukrainian girls protested against the sexualisation of women in the Ukraine. They did this by getting their kegs out in public. Ironic, no? These are my kind of feminists.
Hotel accommodation is the only aspect of Kiev that can be pricey.
As for going to other Ukrainian cities – bear in mind that this is a country the size of France and Germany combined. Distances are long and surface travel, though cheap as chips, is maddeningly slow. Flying to other cities may be well worth the outlay.
Kiev is linked directly to Baku by Aero Svit which is the Ukraine’s national carrier.
It may have been thinking about the Israeli ‘Defence’ Force bombarding buildings in Gaza that caused my mind to turn to the Ishmaelites. Anyhow, herewith my revery of the night before the most immediately past e’en.
I dreamt that I was on a boat of some sort. It may be because someone told me about the Venice attraction here in Oiltown. One can travel very slowly on a board by marble buildings. It strikes me as a trifle twee.
In my dream I was sitting in a tiny boat and travelling slowly. I was content. It was daytime but not sunny. Then I found myself in a small house – it was sparsely furnished. The place was not hot nor cold. I sat on the floor. There were a few Arabs there. One was a beareded man of my age. I recognised him as AhMED. I was at school with this boy when he was 11. He is from Kuwait. I have not seen him in years. There were two boys aged about 10 there. One was named Ibrahim. I cannot recall the other one’s name. Ibrahim and his uncle are from Qatar and I met them in 1995. Yes – the nephew was a year older than the uncle! In my dream they were the same age as when I knew them. Qatari and Kuwaiti became elided in my mind. Ahmed was the father of these boys. A middle aged woman came in and smiled very genuinely. She did not shake hands or anything. All wore Occidental garb.
I cannot remember what we spoke about but it was a quiet and pleasant encounter. We were both a little surprised to see each other.
I dream last eventide of something more prosaic. I was waiting around the drawing room of a well appointed knocking shop that I know right well. I chatted to two Midde European youths. Both were 20 or so and slim. One of them may have been ALin my former student. Alin hired the services of a lady of the night in Amsterdam once he told me. ANyhow. I sat there for sometime speaking to these boys before at last my turn arrived with the hos. We walked out of the building – oddly. We walked down a sunny treelined street and around a corner. i was upbeat and exhanged bawdry with them. I asked about condoms and they said they had high quality ones. I may have been a tad anxious about his issue as I had blood taken for real that day.
I then was ushered into a room where I met my dear Oana and the decent Amalia. I had hired them for a lesbi show and was going to get to do them both. Oana was particuarly glad to meet me once again. I have not seen her in a long time. She was nude and I noticed how chubby she is. It reminded me of Amalia answering the door absolutely starker – not so much as a follicle to hide her humid regions. I do not remember actually doing them or watching the whores lezz off. It is odd that – in my dreams I always build up to it but seldom to never dream of penetration.
I know it seems like a stereotype about lesbians but guess what that is because we do actually want to see lesbo action and to have threesomes.
Bal Thackeray died a few days ago. I was never and admirer of this dangerous demagogue. Mr Thackeray dominated politics in the state of Maharashtra for decades. He founded his Shiva Sena Party in 1966. His fulminations against Muslims and other minority groups were truly shocking. He did a lot to stoke communalism. He damaged community relations by calling for the illegal destruction of the Babri Masjid in Varanasi. He also asked his fellow Hindus 10 years ago to form suicide squads to go and blow up Muslims. He was in some ways the equal of Islamist terrorists.
Thackeray forged his career in the great city if Bombay. He was instrumental in having the name changed to Mumbai. Mumbai has a considerable Muslim minority. His inflammatory anti-Muslim rhetoric was reprehensible. Words have actions and his philippics against Indian Muslims resulted in many attacks on Muslims. He bears a degree of responsibility for the murders of scores of Muslims in Mumabi. He provided the mood music for such crimes.
I recall being in Mumbai in 1999. I had not heard of him up until then. I assumed that he was an Anglo-Indian and a desceddant of the Indian born British novelist – William Makepeace Thackeray. I read then a piece where it was suggested that Shree Thackeray would be arrested and held in prison for some time. He stated that his cell must have an Indian seat – he would never deign to use an English seat. I met a chap from Mumabi in Istanbul Airport in 2003. He told me this could not be the case – no police officer would dare to feel the collar of Thackeray. Thackeray had such a following among the working class Hindus in that state that if anyone laid a finger on Thackeray the state would be in uproar.
Thackeray did not hold elected office but there was no secret that he was the king in all but name of that state. He could make and unmake a state government. At the mere snap of his fingers Mumbai would be plunged into tumult. His sentimentalism and his exploitation of bigotry was revolting as it was frightening.
He condemned a film showing lesbian characters in a positive light. He denounced Valentine’s Day. Many aspects of Occidental culture he vituperated as decadent. He would not let people live as they wished. He tried to impose his retrograde vision on everyone. He slammed Christians too and contributed to physical attacks on them. His toxic anti-Mohammedan discourse in fact strengthened Islamist terrorists. He drove a wedge between the two communities. He eroded sympathy for India due to his appallingly bigoted comments.
Much has been made of his avowed admiration of Hitler. To be fair he only admired some parts of Hitler’s rule. He acknowledge that Hitler did many evil things. One should not quote only selectively. He admitted that Hitler was guilty of the mass murder of Jews.
He has since been cremated. There is no hereafter. It is a shame that there is no Hades for this rebarbative man to go to.
The last of the Mumbai mass murderers has been sent to his reward. Mohammad Ajmal Amir Qasab has been hanged by the neck until death. Qasab was one of those who in 2008 launched attacks across Mumbai and was concerned in the slaying of over 160 persons. They killed unarmed people. Almost all of their victims were civilians. Even for them to kill a police officer or a soldier would be murder. Qasab was not a soldier fighting on behalf of a sovereign state. His heart was filled with hatred. The hellish tyranny that he would impose on the Subcontinent is well worth resisting. He and his co-conspirators did not distinguish between men and women. No the youngest child nor the eldest person aroused their compassion. Qasab and his fellow plotters were guilt of odium towards those of the Judaic faith and the Hebrew race. They singled out Jewish people for death.
Good people die daily – in their millions. Just occasionally a thoroughly malicious person dies. There should be no lamenting over the passing of someone so malign as Qasab. I have never known anyone to raise the faintest doubt as to the guilt of Qasab. He was guilty as charged. The Government of India afforded him medical care. He was fed and housed by the largess of the Indian taxpayer. He was granted a fair trial that he never granted to anyone else.
I do not support the death penalty. In this case it would be churlish to oppose it. I cannot see much harm coming from terminating the unworthy life of this ruthless murderer. I do not think that terrorist attacks are any more likely than if he had not been executed.
Qasab was done to death in prison in Pune. I cannot condemn the Indian State for carrying out the sentence of the law upon the body of this loathsome individual. Let us reserve our sympathy for the poor who die due to malnutrition or lack of medicine. Qasab was not one who merited keeping alive. There has been no rush – it has been four years since he and his confederates carried out their atrocities in Mumbai. They brought India and Pakistan close to a nuclear doomsday. This utterly sordid man was whimpering for his life. He was as cowardly as he was cruel. He deserved his fate.
I dreamt I was walking along some rundown slimy streets. The place had a depressing aspect and was generously strewn with refuse. By and by a Gypsy would approach me and beg alms from me. Some were old crones and others were little children. These homeless Gypsies were attired in rags. I shooed them away. They were very dark skinned. They had ugly faces and they exuded a sense of wickedness. It was as though I was deeply prejudiced against them.
I thought of the contrast between these bairns and my own. My child has skin as white as snow. He is very healthy and perfectly formed. I thought of his lovable grandmother who has raised him much of them time. I pondered on how fortunate she is to have such a beautiful grandchild.
I think there were other parts to the dream involving taking a tiny train through a tunnel.
Last night I walked around Oiltown. I was confronted by the familiar spectacle of a fat faced old woman clad in black – a scarf thrown over her unbeautiful face. She whined for a handout. I have never given her a groat. She often has a Koranic text in Arabic calligraphy to excite sympathy from the pious. This guilt trip trick does not work on me.
Later I saw a mother and her small daughter also swathed in such vestements. They too pleaded for charity. I have occasionally given some bread to this pitiful pair.
It is a depressingly familiar scenario. Some militants in Palestine launch rockets into Israel. This achieves nothing. Some Israelis are killed and yes I lament this. The Israeli Government can take this for only so long. The Israeli Defence Force hits back. Surgival strikes to take out a Hamas commander are hard to quibble with. However, Binyamin Netanyahu is not satisfied with moving on the culprits to their great big harem in the sky. No, he is not happy until scores of civilians have been hurried to the hereafter. Excessive punitive raids results in many Palestinian civilians being killed. It is true that retaliatory bombardment can seldom be accomplished without civilian deaths but this goes well beyond what might be excusable collateral damage.
The US Government is complicit in all of these. Nary a word of admonition has escaped the lips of Barack Obama. As Gaza gets hammered the US Government is concerned with far more important things such as artistic free expression in China.
The IDF is armed and funded by Washington. The US Government more than acquiesces in what the Israeli Government is doing and thus earns the ire of much of the Mohammedan world.
I suppose that Bibi Netanyahu figures that ordinary Palestinians will plead with the gunmen among them not to rain fire on Israel because it costs too many innocent lives – Palestinian lives that is. Netanyahu is probably right.
The Hamas rockets have been indiscriminate and have killed civilians and all that is reprehensible. There is a great asymmetry in military capability here. The IDF had the know how to hit selected targets yet it chooses to smash non threatening sites. The Passport Office has been destroyed for instance. This is by no reckoning a military target.
I am sad to say that the whole sorry spectacle will surely be played out again in a couple of years. Israel can dig her heels in as she knows that she has the unreserved support of the US Government. Even the gentlest chiding of Israel may well spell death to the presidential hopes of an American statesman. Israel may continue her over the top attacks on Palestine with impunity – thereby stoking odium and fury for herself, for America and for the Occident at large. Chief among the wrongs is of course the preventable deaths of innocent Palestinians. I regret to say that none of this will change much until the USA stops back Tel Aviv to the hilt. Israel’s intransigence is unlikely to change from within.
At least a war against Iran has been avoided to date. I was worried that the IDF would attack Iran a few months ago in a bid to drag the US in with them. Romney would almost certainly have offered his unconditional support to the Zionists. Obama may have then reasoned that he would lose the election if he did not match Romney by pledging a blank cheque of military assistance to Israel no matter how high the casualties. Just because this horrific scenario has not yet come to pass does not mean that it shall not occur.