One Strike and You're Out!

Ah, the sanctimony of triumphalism. A

political party that congratulates itself on

leaving socialism in its progressive wake

priding itself on breaking those social barriers

that keep the downtrodden in their place just

so recently deviated from its laser focus on

green environmentalism to elevate a black 

a woman and a Jew, all three embodied in

one strong personality to their leadership

an outstanding contribution to human rights

and equality in one brilliant swoop becoming

the talk of the political establishment envying

it for their coup yet not prepared to match the

choice which all too soon came undone when

the Jew in the black woman came to the fore

causing the party's executive grave excitation

when she dared to uphold the Jewish state's

right to exist, to defend itself from armed violence

thus 'threatening' the safety and security of those

among the aggressors evoking more sympathy

than the plight of Jewish victims. In the process

amply demonstrating that the aggressors' rabid

antiJewish violence is not all that far removed

from the more discreet Jew hatred of those who

will accept a Jewish presence as an unfortunate

background condition but never as a principled

moral position, thus disqualifying the candidate. 

Shock and Indignation!

Shocking, absolutely alarming news

broadcast on social media and the

international press, enough to make a sane

person doubt that the world is an equitable

place of justice, if not already convinced

by the state of reality surrounding doubters.

Imagine, the curs, making off with priceless

gems, artistically designed pieces worn

by the most distinguished of celebrities who

appear at Cannes in all the splendour of the

glory they have amassed. How could they

those conscienceless thieves, how could they? 

Well, cleverly of course. Their methods

guaranteed to bypass the vigilant eyes of all

security personnel assigned by 5-star hotels

housing the cream of society who travel with

these riches of gold and diamond jewellery.

All of which will be replaced at great cost

by the suffering pained owners deprived

of their goodies amply insured by suitably

pained insurers who gamble and lose at the

skilled hands of gamers who scheme and win.

The Protest Culture of Terrorists

In Syria and Iran citizens protest vehemently 

against venal corruption and the severity of 

conditions imposed upon them by tyrannical 

regimes which label them 'terrorists' and set troops 

to destroying their outlawed demonstrations;

'terrorists' dying in defence of their human rights. In 

Venezuela and Belarus voters decry sham elections 

by dictators who name them enemies of the state 

while violently repressing their protests. In Cuba 

and in Haiti hard times and corruption spark

revolutionary protests of violence and looting 

settled by tear gas and bullets. People die the death 

of 'terrorists'. Fatah and Hamas engineer lawful 

protests and demonstrations exemplified by attacks

against Israel carried out by loyal citizens who 

become criminals destined for death when their

protests turn against Fatah and Hamas. In the 

United States and Canada protests and angry

demonstrations are the work of 'far-right terrorists'

censored by their nations' governing bodies. 

Exculpation of exceptional circumstances extended 

to First Nations as 'activists' impose their rage on

'white settlers' and Christian churches, torching

venerable houses of worship, challenging ownership 

of the land, interfering with vital infrastructure and 

receiving plaudits from government accommodating

their right to 'settle  scores' with the descendants of 

European 'settlers' who meekly accept their guilt.

 

 

 

Herbaceous Pestilence

 

They've returned. They have their scheduled

appearance every summer and adhere to it

faithfully for this is their life's routine.

Nature designed them as she did all that

exists. They are predators though not of their

kind but rather insatiable devourers of types

of vegetation beloved of gardeners. Their

detested presence late this year rendering

hope in the heart of plant-lovers that they may

have gone amiss on their journey idling elsewhere

to wreak their particular havoc, ravaging

precious gardens. But no, there they are starting

out their journey in the forest, nesting in the 

crooks of trees, settling on wildflowers as

they fulfill their function in the chain of life

designed by the master gardener herself. They

are admittedly beautiful creatures with their

shiny carapace glinting green and gold in the

sun, but they are nonetheless detestable tiny

hordes of plant-destroying hyenas closing in for

the kill so that even ornamental trees voided of their

summer foliage succumb to their predations.

War Games

As an intuitive hypothesis born of

familiarity it is little wonder that an

insight into the male predilection for

conflict has its origins in the perception

of women whose child-bearing age is

behind them. The conundrum however

is thus: Is it the man in the boy or is it

the boy in the man that steers boys toward

the exciting challenges inherent in their

imagination of arranging toy soldiers and

their infantry and tanks and helicopters on

opposing sides in the mindset of take no

prisoners? Or is it the boy in the man where

anticipation is generated of superiority in

modern technology of laser-guided missiles

with the aid of artificial intelligence and

nuclear-powered submarines in the depths 

of forbidden waters enabling protagonists

to play their never-ending games of war?

The Indestructible Thespian

 Ach! What qualities!! Tall, handsome, bespoke and

charismatic, self-confident, perpetually smiling

he is the very personification of a well-adjusted

personage to match his inherited status and though

not a magus like his father he does aspire. Imbued

with his father's flamboyance and sense of presence

yet lacking the fine intelligence of the man who

possessed both virtues and faults, outstanding in

both arenas. The son is given to theatrics extremely

fond of garnering notice and admiration gathering both

handily, as thespians are wont to. Dramas which end

in elevating him in public opinion a delight to him

just as orchestrating surprises do the better to persuade

his adoring public he is a very special man. None

but he so casually and deliberately coiffed, his

considered attire on display both sober and playful

perfectly knotted tie and colourful patterned socks to

his father's boutonniere freshly plucked. His personality

sunny, on constant display, his character an enigma

with principles testing the winds of fortune. Through

the sheer energy of fitful chance he gains the confidence

of a voting public mesmerized by his blase assurances

while overturning all the classic symbols of democracy

intoning that he leads a post-nationalist nation on his

own initiative while ingratiating himself with a trade

colossus skilled in espionage and the purloining of other

nations' science and technology intelligence including

his own, genuflecting with admiration for that politburo's

ability to turn its dictatorial fortunes on a virtual dime.

Would You Believe It?

 Life: what a peerless learning experience it is. 

One would have to be an absolute dullard not to 

appreciate the carnival of absurdities exemplifying 

humankind's penchant for viewing the world and 

its events large and small through zany-tinted lenses 

of idiocy. There for all to  assess, some to assimilate 

into their own world view, while those with a sense 

of funnybone acumen shake their heads in wonder at 

the profligate waste of nature's endowment enabling

her creatures to reason intelligently in favour of wild 

speculative monstrosities of wishfulness. Who knew 

that the supreme deity sitting in smug judgement over 

humanity is so vain it ordains that adoration in loyalty 

of his great powers must be absolute otherwise life

is forfeit, enforcers of the divine will eager to rid the 

world of unbelievers for peace to prevail. Fact: history 

constantly corrects itself with the aid of the faithful 

pointing out that Christ was not a Jewish sage but a 

Palestinian Arab and Palestine as Judea a sinful fable 

of antiquity badly in need of correction. On the other 

hand history now identifies Elvis Presley's origins in 

Judaism. And wait: the Peoples' Pope is now set to 

bring his  holy aura in person to the Hermit Kingdom. 

Might Christ have been a closet Muslim if Allah chose 

to backdate the Prophet's abduction of Judaism's sacred 

scriptures for nascent Islam? Moral: live and learn.