Peng Shuai: Missing Chinese tennis player – What have they done with her??

Time that we enforced global Human Rights!!!

Just being ‘re-educated’.

Poetry – Who are they?

Who are they?

They’re carving up the world

For economic gain.

Creating war and havoc

Bribing those who reign.

Putting in their puppets

Who give them all the cash

Bolstering their power

With crops and burn and slash.

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There’s a game being played. They create countries out of lines on maps and put in leaders who will toe the line.

All that matters is money and power.

They are carving up the world.

Poetry – All that matters is the dosh

All that matters is the dosh

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

I don’t care about no chimpanzee;

I just wanna go on a spending spree!

I don’t care about no bird or bee!

I just wanna lotta cash for free!

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

I don’t care about the climate or planet!

Just want a cool million and need to plan it!

I don’t care about ivory or why to ban it!

I don’t care – so you can can it!

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

I don’t care about nothing so give me the cash!

I just care about me – so keep off of my stash!

I’ll sell you palm oil to get my hands on my loot!

Orangutan or elephant – shoot  shoot shoot!!

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

For the tiger and lion I don’t give a feck!

Just make sure my name’s on the cheque!

I’ll dig your mines – dump shit in the seas,

Slaughter your whales and chop down your trees!

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

I’ll gaff your porpoise to get my hands on the lucre

Sell you skank and tell you it’s pukka.

I don’t care if all the ice melts and the whole world’s war!

All I want is more more more moore!!!

Give me the moolah!

Give me the dollar!

Don’t give a toot –

Just give me the loot!

Give me the dosh Tosh!

Opher – 14.10.2018

This poem came out of talking to some quite extreme right-wing Americans on the web. As far as they were concerned compassion, caring and equality were for wimps. All they cared about was their stash.

Taxation was theft. As for education and healthcare – it should only be there for the deserving. If you wanted it you paid for it. If you couldn’t afford it – tough!

There was no global warming, no environmental crisis, no species extinctions. It was all a lie put out by the left – the evil left. They bought off scientists to fiddle the results.

The evil left, and the Jews, were in a conspiracy to bring Communism to the world, Communism was tyranny. Communism killed billions. It has never worked anywhere. Seemingly socialism is communism.

Well I think that the mark of a healthy society is based on how well they care for their unfortunate or needy.

The mark of a sick society is when those in need are treated like scum and left to rot.

America, with its grotesque inequality and callousness, seems to be going through a pretty sick phase. Rampant capitalism has eroded its soul. I hope the pendulum is swinging towards a new age of compassion. I hope it grows out of its selfishness soon.

York Minster – Photos

I love these old buildings – glimpses of a faded power. Once Christianity exerted its power over everyone. We were all brainwashed and brought under its spell. The Bishops held huge power, lived in opulence and controlled the country. Even Kings and Queens paid homage. Their power has gone. People are no longer brainwashed. But their fortresses linger on for us to marvel at.

The mighty always fall. That’s history.

Poetry – To Make Themselves Look Big

To Make Themselves Look Big

They wear uniforms,

Put on crowns,

Sit on thrones,

Wear ceremonial gowns.

They wear bit hats

Put on a wig.

With many servants

To make themselves look big.

They live in mansions,

Rolex on wrists,

Play with yachts,

Hold sceptres in their fists.

Wearing gowns and ermine,

Finest wines to swig,

Dripping gold and diamonds

To make themselves look big.

Yet really

They are the same as us.

Passengers

On a planetary bus.

Opher – 29.1.2021

The kings, queens, presidents, judges, generals and wealthy, all decked up in their finery, in uniforms, with status symbols, $6000 handbags, flash cars, Armani suits, rolex’s and Italian shoes, are all playing a game.

Everything is a symbol.

Tribalism is rife.

The game is played with deadly results.

We are put in our place.

Poetry – The Blissful Climax of Religion – a poem about religion, power and sex.

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The Blissful Climax of Religion

No – it is OK. I haven’t gone mad. I am not having a road to Damascus conversion. I have not suffered a delusion. I have not turned religious. My antitheist credentials are still intact. I still believe all religion is constructed by men and it is all about power and control.

I wrote this poem because I was struck by all the ancient church spires sticking up into the sky. I saw the sexual symbolism and the power they exhibited.

Those churches once ruled over everyone around. Religion was compulsory. There was no escape. Terrible wars, crusades and witch-hunts were carried out in its name, but for me the worst aspect was the fear-driven control of the populace. They had to adhere to strict codes on dress, food and daily life, including compulsory worship.

Fortunately we have had an enlightenment. People are free of that terrible yoke. Now we are free to decide whether we want to believe or not. Most choose not to believe. The churches are empty and merely historical buildings of splendour and beauty. The power and control has gone.

There are still those who would wish it otherwise, who would wish to impose their beliefs on others, indoctrinate the children, enforce strict laws and return us to the Dark Ages of superstition and enforcement. Watching the antics of preachers in the US South and Muslims all over the world sends chills through me. Theirs is not a faith of tolerance but a superstition of fundamental control and power.

I oppose it with every ounce of strength. Give me spirituality, harmony, tolerance and peace any day.

I enjoyed playing with the sexual imagery though. I think sex is tightly bound up to religion.

 

The Blissful Climax of Religion

 

Throughout the countryside of Britain

Spires penetrate heaven

Like archaic ICBMs of the past faithful.

The members of God

Stabbing into the skies,

Once symbols of the fertility of faith,

Impregnating minds

With seeds of fear,

Now impotent and drooping

In decay,

Devoid of power,

No longer spouting

From their inner fonts

That christened many a virgin.

The bishops staffs

Are grounded wands

Devoid of power,

Waving through the motions

Of birth, marriage and death,

Without belief,

With no libido

To erect

An entry into heaven.

For it is the neon lights

Of the retail outlets

That now seduce

And bring their acolytes

To blissful climax.

 

Opher 17.9.2016

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How interesting to stand back and watch the politicians promise the earth in order to gain power!

It is quite apparent that none of the politicians, apart from possibly the Greens, are at all bothered about what is best for the country (or the planet). They are trying bribe after bribe in order to sway people to vote for them so that they can gain power.

Power, like wealth, is a terribly addictive thing.

The election brings it to the surface and it is naked for all to see; their lust for power trumps all common sense. They will try anything to gain power. They will lie, scare, misrepresent and blatantly try to buy your votes.

It is quite obscene.

It takes a certain type of psychopath to be a politician!

It’s all short-term, all ideological, all planned out to gain votes. It  does not matter what is right or wrong, best for anyone or makes sense. It’s a big psychological game!

Quite nasty really!

More power to you Scotland!! And more power to us!!

There is an immense frustration for the Scots at having to be ordered about by the Tories in the South of England. The Tories have been wiped out North of the border. You can see why they have wanted independence. I would too.

I’ve wanted to be shot of the Tories all my life.

Scotland has been used, against their will, as a test-ground for poor policies such as the Poll Tax. That is unfair.

But this is not just true for Scotland. It is true for the regions of England too. I would never vote Tory and I’ve been lumbered with their arrogant divisive policies as well.

The problem is that these MPs live in London. The policies are all Southern-centric and particularly based on London. In education policies such as Specialisms may well have worked in London where the density of school provided choice but was absurd when foisted on rural regions where there was limited choice and to exercise it required travelling large distances.

The regions of Britain have never got a fair deal. You only have to look at the funding coming in to the northern regions compared to London and the south. You only have to look at the housing prices to see it. It is not too long ago that a top Tory minister was saying that Liverpool should not be rejuvenated but left to rot.

That has been the attitude towards the north.

Yet look at what has happened when Liverpool became the city of culture. It has been transformed. We are looking for Hull to follow suit.

What we all need is a unifying government with devolved powers to the regions so that we can create policies that make sense for our circumstances.

More power to you Scotland!!  – And more power to us!!