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JUNE 2004

Monday 28 June 2004 - hmm,

I wouldn't be surprised if the Americans got wind of a major 'event' due to take place on the day of the handover of sovereignty to Iraqis and, mindful of his own safety, Bremmer decided to move it forward two days. Interesting that it was done very quietly, couple of short speeches and hand over a piece of paper and then Bremmer was off quickly for the airport and flown out immediately before the news was released. So we'll wait and see if something big happens on Wednesday then.

Sunday 27 June 2004 - survival of the fittest triumphs again

News that mobile phones have been found to lower sperm count are one more vindication of survival of the fittest. Those who don't find the need to chat to or text others constantly are at a distinct advantage. The total failure of some to take in the warnings about the danger of holding a transmitter to the side of the brain for extended periods is evidence if any were needed that they are ultimately non-viable because they lack even the most rudimentary self-preservation instincts.The first group to feel the effects have been travelling salesmen, a nasty breed who drive too fast in overpowered penis substitutes causing accidents and ill will wherever they go. The second group are idle teens who cause too many unwanted pregnancies anyway. It will have ethnographic effects also, none of those who have yet to make a phone call let alone with a mobile will be affected. It doesn't affect dogs. The jury's still out on brain tumours, already one travelling salesman has succumbed, but this is not statistically significant, yet. Laboratory exeriments have shown cause for concern, which seems obvious when you think of it.

News breaking of the Israeli army finding out how it feels to be buried under the rubble of an explosion. How does it feel? ... like a rolling stone. Of course, there will now be retaliatory action by the fascist occupiers and more Palestinian children will die before the Israeli people wake up to the fact that they have allowed a fascist state to rise up on the ashes of Jewish hopes and socialist dreams. Of course many do already know this and analyse it correctly as a very dangerous betrayal of Zionism, but until they rid themselves of the odious war criminal Sharon and give Shimon Peres another chance to get rid of the settlements, the carnage will go on and on. A distinct turn in history happened when Rabin was murdered. The danger is that a whole generation have grown up with the understanding that the settlements were desirable and justified and without them they will be in a strange land with no foundations and nothing to guide their thinking, and a generation of army veterans with blood on their hands, some with the knowledge they bulldozed houses on top of families and foreign peace workers trying to make them stop.

Clearly Hamas and Al Aqsa Brigades are not a spent force yet. They too are brutalised and brutal, it's what war does when it goes on far too long, but al least they are targeting soldiers rather than the soft targets, civilians.

And Glastonbury goes to the ultimate in naff with the appearance of the English National Opera doing a bit from the Ring Cycle. A lot of the audience thought they were going to see Lord of the Rings, others didn't care as they were asleep, and the pretentious sat at the front in studied rapture. Others just got caught in the crowd and were mystified at the whole thing. You used to expect Rocky Horror, now it's Niebelungen. What next for next year? Cliff Richard and the Heavenly Choir must be a strong contender. They've had Sir Paul this year, with Morrisey trying to cause a few suicides before the end of the fest. Or maybe the complete Shakespeare [who I saw described on an American website recently as 'the infamous William Shakespeare' ]. Or maybe they could put on Hess's Glass Bead Game, that's how I think of opera anyway, something with no merit [outdated, pre film/TV entertainment without even one good tune] which a certain class [which includes the aspirers] pretends to like because it is so highbrow, and utterly special, and only the most refined could even understand it let alone appreciate it]. Careers are based on it so there's a lot of vested interest keeping it going past its sell-by date, which was around the seventeenth/eighteenth century. When I think what these snobs endure, whole evenings of aural torture as fat bastards mangle their vocal chords while pretending to be fifty years younger, slimmer lovers, I know that there is justice in the world, and even instant karma. Just give me that old time rock n roll anytime.

Friday 25 June 2004 - ain't no cure for those summertime blues

It's that time of year again, Glastonbury [festival] time and it's got too painful to watch the annual TV fest as it's changed so much since I last went [late eightees]. Now, the punters only know Glastonbury from the TV or from recent years, the TV presenters too who are all too excited, shouting cliches in a self-obsessed way as if they were new. To cap everything else, Opera has now appeared, not as a weird alternative on one of the fringe theatre stages, but on a newly dreamed up opera stage. This is presumably to satisfy the punters who are now solidly middle class due to the meteoric rise in ticket prices and the Guantanamo security preventing even a grasshopper from getting in without a ticket.

Gone are the days of the Peace Convoy having a field adjoining the festival, gone are the days of several green fields being islands of green in a sea of mud and litter, gone even the drug row dealers and chancers and the crazies who constantly enertertained if sometimes unintentionally. Now it's a weekend break for the city crowd, following on from Regatta week and Ascot, it's part of the smart calendar and the remaining hippies are exhibits in a green museum, living tableaux like the tourist industry stages in ancient sites.

Glastonbury was never a people's festival like Stonehenge and countless others, it was ever Michael Eavis' event from the moment he borrowed the idea from the original hippies and ran with it. But there was always a compromise which allowed the alternatives to feel, at least, welcome, and an important contribution to the whole. The site crew was mostly staffed by them, and the site grew from their efforts. The Green Field was where we all lived for several weeks, and it always felt strange when the whole area became crowded for three days and a relief when it was all over and peace returned. It was the main even on many calendars, and I'm convinced that many spent months of the year preparing, such was the intricacy and inventiveness of their particular persona/accoutrements/living space/act/thing.

Now it's just a pop show, with a succession of good and some not so good acts, a military style operation to feed, entertain and rip off a hundred thousand wealthy, mostly young people, get them in and get them out and count the profit. Without the enormous contribution of the hippies there is no Glastonbury spirit, it's a souless enterprise, a sad shadow of remembrance of it's former flawed glory. Never mind the quality, feel the width kind of thing. It won't have the Wystic Mankers or the Tibetans, it won't have the Mutant Recycling Company or the didgeridoo players, there'll be no element of surprise and joy round every corner.

The punters now have all grown up watching it on TV, they are now in the TV programme and they know how to behave for the cameras, being media savvy. Glastonbury has eaten itself, and I feel slightly sick, and sad that this generation can't enjoy a genuine experience, but are lost in an ersatz recreation of the past. Soon, it will be themed so you don't get in unless wearing 'hippy' gear for full effect in the resultant footage.

Monday 21 June 2004 - how stupid can some people get

Native American groups [Mowachaht-Muchalaht] are trying to prevent the Department of Fisheries from capturing an Orca Whale called Luna near Bligh Island on the west coast of Vancouver Island and moving him south to his family pod, which he's been separated from for some years. He's got so friendly towards humans that he's in danger of being injured or killed by boats or other marine vessels. The natives believe the spirit of a dead chief resides within the whale because he appeared a few days after the chief died. What a load of superstitious, homocentric nonsense from people who are reputed to be natural environmentalists. He's an Orca dummies. Ever heard of coincidence? These people, while living in the modern world, driving cars, watching TV, eating pre-packaged food etc. still count on their 'indiginous' image to claim special rights for idiotic theories, based on nothing but ignorance and simple mindedness. I know the world is awash with ludicrous religious ideas and theories and creation myths, but mostly they don't cause a whale to remain separated from his family for no good reason, So Luna must continue with his solitary existence away from his family because the scientists don't want to upset the Indians. This seems like another example of guilt over the past constraining attitudes towards indiginous Americans, so they can claim anything they like and people have to take it seriously. They probably want the Orca to stay around to attract tourists, who they doubtless sell useless but colourful 'native' crafts to. Native Americans are often lauded by liberals for their ecological wisdom, not much care for the whale in this bunch, in fact, in the picture on the Ark website they look like whitemen to me. One even wears a baseball cap, a sure sign... Having been an Indian all my life, I feel I have the right to criticise. And anyway, the chief would want to rejoin his pod.

The rich people at play is dominating the TV again, as Wimbledon every year seems to obsess the media as if it actually mattered which one of those with nothing better to do except play tennis all day won some tasteless tropy to hold aloft like a hero.

Wales has been experiencing great difficulty recruiting rural bus drivers due to the hazardous nature of the rural roads which include lots of 45 degree gradients, hairpin bends and even double hairpin bends usually with a sheer drop on one side. Someone had the brilliant idea of employing Nepalese ex-Gurka drivers who, used to the Neplalese roads find the Welsh one a doddle. With the control centre in Llanelli [if you don't know Welsh, don't even attempt it] the Gurka divers will cover the whole of rural Wales, impressing all with their daring driving skills. Of course, they'll all have to change their name to Morgan. I hope they know to stop for sheep on the road, a common custom in Wales.

Friday 18 June 2004 - the time has come to plant the evidence

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The UK media are still not running the story of the US Army's attempt to smuggle WMD radioactive material into Iraq from Kuwait. Obviously this story is not for our consumption, although most in the Muslim world are well aware of it. The US media seem just as comatose as ours, investigative reporting doesn't figure at all, and even stories provided to them with bells and wistles are not as interesting as UK footie thugs returning from Portugal after their little war with the police, protesting they were treated roughly. So back to cosy Brit self-absorption, and never mind what Bushmonkey has in store for the weeks leading up to his triumphant re-election, I mean the US presidential elections. With a US committee finding there were no links with Al Qaida, none, not one scrap of evidence, nix, they are going to have to pull the WMD rabbit out of the hat, nothing else for it. I hope Iraqi customs are on the look out for gas and biological weapons as well as nuclear, but then they might just decide to fly them in along with all the other stuff. But not with the burgers, they're dangerous enough without any accidental extra contamination from newly evolved bugs.

Their main problem is going to be getting the 'incriminating evidence' out to a suitable place and hiding it without getting blown or shot up in the process. I shall have to click on that fun link and counter these forebodings. Sometimes I think I think too much.

Wednesday 16 June 2004 - the low life are coming out of the brickwork

I seem to have upset a few denizens of the shallow end of the gene pool, been getting viruses sent to me - five today! - using an address which could only have come from here. They use other people's email addresses because they haven't the guts to do it as themselves, and their methods are sad, pathetic even. Like no one but a mental retard would expect someone in this day and age to click on an attached .pif file named 'your file' or respond to 'this is for you' from someone they have no knowledge of. Some [the clever ones?] try using an address they've got from a site that has a connection so you may know the person so think it's ok, doesn't work though as my virus software and firewall has already removed and quarantined the offending item before telling me I have mail. Makes you wish you could drill into their brains and put them out of their sad existence.

The vile creatures that these low-life apparently support - the US government and military - are at it again, dirty tricks I have been expecting for some time, since they clearly weren't going to find WMD in Iraq. The Kuwaiti customs have stopped a truck full of extremely radioactive material on the border with Iraq and turned it back against much protest. This would have been hidden somewhere and then the grunts would have 'discovered' it and 'hey, we were right all the time' would have been the refrain. This hasn't yet surfaced in the UK media - hey, I'm ahead of the BBC! - but can be read on Al Jazeera, [and also reported in th Kuwait Times] an excellent source for accurate news, very fair minded they are too considering how their readership is largely under attack by the US [for a fun time read the American postings to the bulletin board run by Dr Kareem Bin Jabber, who is a paragon of fairness and rationality, unlike the American illiterates who contribute their crazed comments. Bet he gets some viruses as well! On the site also there's a photo of Saddam, now shaved back to a moustache but looking as pissed off as ever. All world leaders would benefit from a spell in a hole in the ground, although I wouldn't want Bushmonkey to be released, ever. Now I know that sounds cruel to a non-sentient lifeform, but animal liberation can go only so far.

You can see why some people hate those who want to carry out primate research 'for the good of mankind'. I think there's more humanity in this little chap, only days old, than the animal experimenters added together. And we're supposed to care if they're terorised by animal rights activists. I say, well done.

Still the media bemoan the fact that Cambridge University decided against building a brand new primate research centre because security would have been too expensive because of the 'extremists'. I think anyone who could experiment on someone like this - and breed them for just that purpose - is an extremist, in fact a terrorist. They cause terror after all, and pain and suffering. But then sub-humans tend to do things a gorilla would be horrified by. Which makes you think.

Tuesday 8 June 2004 -Ronnie Raygun and re-writing history

So an ex-president who was a nasty, right-wing, mean-minded bigot, a close ally of Macarthy who ruined many actors lives in Hollywood during the anti-communist witchhunts which are a blight on America's history, responsible for funding the fascist contras who finally destroyed the popular Nicaraguan revolution [the Sandinistas were the least doctrinaire of any revolutionary movement], and was involved but never implicated in a lot of devious double-dealing [the Teflon president] suddenly on his [welcomed] death becomes a good-ole boy, someone who gave Americans back their pride and suitable for adding to Mount Rushmore - along with Donald Duck I guess.

Monday 7 June 2004 - of birds and men

The sweet, lychee-like smell of elderflowers hangs in the hot air even at 8 in the morning now, must be bliss for bees and other nectar seekers. I must pick some for fritters. We used to make wine and elderflower 'champagne', probably the easiest natural drink to make, if the most explosive [bottles shattering in the larder if too successful].

Lately, life has been a bit medieval due to having family staying. Visited Goodrich Castle, one of the marcher castles with much still standing, the other day, marvelling at the sheer scale of the walls which were thick enough to have a guard's quarters within the thickness of the walls. It must have been a busy community behind the walls once, with all the bustle of a small town going about its business. Cromwell finally laid seige to it and busted open the walls with cannon since which time its been unoccupied and useful stones have gone missing, ending up as part of the buildings that now surround it. Then at the weekend Leominster had its medieval fair with a scaled-down reconstruction of the battle of Mortimer's Cross, one of the major episodes of the wars of the roses, which happened up the road. The participants are clearly people who would be happier in the period, lots of crafts still being practised, and outdoor cooking from which the modern love of the barbecue is clearly a remnant. This battle was the first time the Welsh family the Tydirs were prominent, although Owen Tydir fled the battle dressed as a woman and was captured and executed, presumably for cowardice. The family went on to capture the English throne, and in the process became the Tudors. The rest, as they say, is history. Around here, with so much Welsh settlement in later times, the Tudor side [which included French and Irish mercenaries] got a lot of cheering, not something the re-enactment society [from East Anglia] often meet with, I suspect. There was a stall run by the Richard III Society, still trying to counter the deliberate bad press Richard got both in his lifetime and after, with Shakespeare's play the worst example. He was not only not deformed, but was arguably the best King this country ever had, but the scheming of the power elite at the time put paid to him and his reputation, much like politics today. I found it strange to be asked which side I was on - Yorkists or Lancastrians - as I've never felt that involved, and the reputation of one monarch has never seemed that important considering we now have Germans as our 'royal' family. At least in those days, Kings, and Princes hoping to be king, actually led their armies and risked their own lives. Can't imagine old jug-ears, Charly Windsor [they adopted their family name from a placename just outside London, maybe it should have been Staines]] would probably have fled the battle in Iraq just like Owen. But then these days a warrior is a tank from which you can safely fire on buildings from several miles away.

The swifts are arcing about the sky gathering a supper of insects on this the hottest day so far this year, and Leominster the hottest part of the country! The blackbird has developed his bit of 'Memphis in June' and added a twirly bit to the end - a vibrato. He's also discovered the next five notes [sweet oleander], but not after the first ones yet, maybe I need to whistle the combination so he can see the logic of it, but then again, his song is his own, albeit borrowed occasionally from door chimes, mobile phones and police sirens, and I wouldn't want to influence his judgement. He's doing a splendid job and has already appeared in the garden with his two youngsters to show them where the bread can be found. The birds are getting very used to us, and now don't leave the bird table when I walk quite close. A female thrush and I studied each other closely from only a couple of feet away yesterday, her markings quite beautiful.

Tuesday 1 June 2004 - keeping up to date in this oh-so-fast world

I get a daily environmental newsletter in my inbox every morning from which keeps me up to date with developing stories and issues.

Today's headlines include:

  • USA: Tornadoes, Storms Kill Seven in Midwest
  • USA: Alaska Quake Affected Yellowstone Geysers
  • USA: US Shift on Organic Rules Proved Costly
  • NORWAY: Anti-Fire Chemical Spurs Toxic Fears in Arctic
  • MYANMAR:Cyclone kills 100 in northwest Myanmar
  • MEXICO: Mexico City Faces Water Crisis as Demand Spirals
  • MEXICO: Mexico Bans Texas Poultry Over Bird Flu Threat
  • MALAWI: Coffin Makers Cash in on AIDS Pandemic
  • JAPAN: Scientists Produce Cow Immune to Mad Cow Disease
  • HAITI: Hunt for Haiti Flooding Victims Widens
  • HAITI: Quake Rattles Flood-Hit Hispaniola
  • CHINA: Schoolchildren swept away as China flood kills 18

While researching on the net, I came by chance across a site, Winky & which has a lot of amusing stuff from a lot of weird sites including a portfolio of George the Chimp as a woman, very entertaining. Try, a mind-reading demonstration which is truly mind bending.

Why do so many people feel the need to carry a bottle of water with them wherever they go? A few years ago this was not something you saw, yet now increasingly you see people with a bottle of water in their hand. It's as if water has become very scarce, or thirst has become a major problem. Is it a fashion thing? If people used to manage going about their day without a constant water supply at hand, and many, including me, still do, why do some feel they aren't properly dressed without a water bottle in attendance. Is it a generation which has never been weaned and so needs the security of something to suck on in order to function? The water carriers seem to all be under thirty, a generation which has all kinds of problems to do with growing up. A large proportion of them have apparently failed to launch themselves on the world and still live at home with their parents. Their generation has failed to produce anything like the musical talent of previous generations. Perhaps it's an averdose of ennui, a feeling that everything is hopeless and there's no future, sensed deep down but not articulated. Like a herd of grazers on the African plains, perhaps they sense impending danger but don't know what it is, so have a need for a comforter like a bottle of water to keep calm.



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