Saturday, 31 December 2011

My 2011 Review

WOW, what a year? George Osbourne, The Chancellor of the Exchequer, warned it’ll be a bad one and he wasn’t half wrong.

On a personal level, my business went from good to bad to gone. My sister burnt her house down. My nieces found sex drugs and rock’n’roll and my aunt and uncle passed away with-in months of each other.

I celebrated my fortieth birthday, broke my camcorder, posted my 100th YouTube home movie and discovered Sky channel 201.

The good news was that we enjoyed our first family holiday's to Greece, Camber Sands and Butlins in Bognor Regis.

I lost a stone in weight and am on course to losing a lot more, my health check says I’m healthy and we’ve got enough money in the bank to last us another few months without working.

I’m writing a book and with superb kids in my arms and a wonderful girlfriend willing to be my wife, I’m a very lucky man indeed.


Bring on 2012 and let’s see what you bring. A book deal, followed by a movie deal please.


MY HIGHLIGHT OF THE YEAR IS:

The assassination of Bin Ladan, wot a joke!!!

Donald Trump jumps on the conspiracy bandwagon and asks to see Obama's birth certificate. Millions have been asking to see it since he became President but the Whitehouse have always rised above it, but as soon as an American billionaire wants to see it, they publish it in a rush. Such a rush it turns out that they never even flattened the photoshop file. Within minutes of it being posted on the Whitehouse website, the layers are dissected and it's proved to be faked. All hell breaks loose and 24 hours later Obama declares to the world the number-one boogyman, has been killed.

Within minutes of the death shot being posted, it's proved to be a fake, and within hours the body is dumped at sea, conveniently hiding the evidence the world wants to see.

Weeks later the soldiers alledged to have taken part in his assassination were also silenced forever by being shot down and killed in their helicopter.

And to think the world brought this shit...


Have a Happy New Year and a Prosperous 2012, open your eyes and ears to the lies we're being fed, please.....

Friday, 23 December 2011

My 2011 Book Review

It’s gotta be my worst ever year for reading books.

I still haven’t finished reading them, the same goes for Stephen King’s The Dome, Andrew Smith’s Moon Dust and David Icke’s The Biggest Secret.

More shocking is that I haven’t read a Peter James novel this year, and it’s not because he never invited me to any of his book launches like he promised too, it’s just that I’ve got enough to get through without adding more to the pile.

Here are the six books I did manage to read, cover to cover.

The Kingdom of the Blind by David Bishop (A Judge Dredd Novel)

11 February 2011, at home in Brighton, Paper-back, 274 pages, 10/10 rating

I just love everything to do with Judge Dredd. I read this as a follow on from reading the un-official movie script from the internet.


The Truth Agenda by Andy Thomas

17 August 2011, at home in Brighton, Paper-back, 386 pages, 9/10 rating

The best book on conspiracy theories I’ve ever read, and the only one come to think of it. I’m more of a believer than I ever have been. The book is well written, well researched and well balanced. I’d recommend it to anyone.

Totally Killer by Greg Olear

20 September 2011, on holiday in Greece, Paper-back, 274 pages, 7/10 rating

It wasn’t a worthless read, but it was close! In its defence, the memory of the story lingered in my mind for a few days which is always a good sign of a good read.


Whiteout by James Swallow (A Judge Dredd Novel)

27 September 2011, on holiday in Greece, Paper-back, 250 pages, 9/10 rating

It’s amazing how the author is able to engross me into the weird and wonderful world of Mega City One and actually make me care about the craziest which goes on in there.

I give this a whooping 9/10 and as always look forward to entering the amazing world of Judge Dredd and MG1 again very soon.

The Enemy by Lee Child

11 October 2011, at home in Brighton, Hard-back, 412 pages, 8/10 rating

The 1st Jack Reacher novel I’ve read and I’m still recovering from the shock that Reacher turns out to be a cold bloodied killer.


Tripwire by Lee Child

18 December 2011, at home in Brighton, Paper-back, 541 pages, 8/10 rating

The second Lee Child book and I enjoyed it as much as the first. Lee Child has inspired me to write my own book by not worrying how you write it, but just to write it in your own words and your own style. I’ve already got the next Reacher book on my book shelve with-in reach, ready to read.

Sunday, 11 December 2011

A CHRISTMAS TALE

Hey kids, I’ve got some good news and I’ve some bad news,” said Mum, as we got in from school.

Kate and I tutted as we dumped our bags on the door, both looking at her to get on with it.

We won’t be spending Christmas with Hugh and Marie this year, sorry.”

Oh no,” Kate and I said in unison, “Why?”

They’re going to Zimbabwe for Christmas,” Mum explained, “But the good news is that it’ll just be the three of us and we’ll have a great time, trust me,” she reassured us.

Yeah right,” said Kate, “Highly unlikely,” I added.

We had spent Christmas with our uncle, aunt and two cousins, Karl and Huw, for as long as we could remember.

It was our annual high-light of the year. As part of a one parent family, it felt good being around other people. And anyway, our house was crap compared to theirs and it was the only time of the year we got to live in the lap of luxury.

Anyway, the weeks turned into days and the days into hours and before we knew it, it was Christmas morning. Kate and I ran down the stairs, into the front room to open our presents.

What?”

We had to rub our eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving us.

There were no Christmas presents under the tree, not one, it was empty and bare, devoid of Christmas cheer.

Where are the presents?” we said looking at each other.

Hey Mum, where’s the presents,” we yelled from where we stood at the top of our voices so she hear us from her upstairs bedroom.

Mum.......Mum.......Mum,” we yelled.

It took her a minute to wake up, put her dressing gown on and come down stairs.

From the sly grin on her face we knew she had something up her sleeve.

Where are the presents Mum?” we asked.

They are hidden around the house,” she answered.

What?”

It’s a Christmas game kids,” she said, “the presents are hidden around the house and you have to find them.”

Kate was about seven and I was three years older at ten. ‘Trust me, games are for kids’ and we just weren’t in the mood.

Oh mum, can’t you just give us our presents, please....”

Oh come on kids, it’ll be fun...” she assured us.

So the next five minutes saw us trudging around the house searching for our Christmas presents. Was it as much fun as Mum promised? ‘I don’t think so....’

I found one behind the curtains, Kate found one behind the sofa, I found another behind the door and Kate found yet another one behind the book shelve. So on and so on.

It didn’t matter what we got for Christmas, it was the fact we had to spend our time looking for them, which put us in a downer...

Oh come on Kids, cheer up, it’s Christmas day and this is meant to be fun,” Mum said.

Our glum faces said it all, ‘Whoopee Do.’

What a waste of time,” I said.

Thanks for nothing,” said Kate.

Better luck next time,” I said.

I wish we were at Marie’s and Hugh’s instead,” said Kate.

As we stood there with our hands on our hips, with the year’s Christmas presents unwrapped and unappreciated, standing there with sour looks on our faces, disapproving and loathing, Mum snapped.

I've tried my best to make this Christmas special and what do I get in return? Moan, moan, and moan. Well, fuck you kids. Make your own Christmas, spend it without me, see if I care,’ she shouted, flinging her arms up in despair.

She turned around and stormed out of the room and upstairs to her bedroom.

Slamming the door behind her, Kate and I looked at each other in shock and amazement.

We had often seen Mum angry, but nothing like this. This was new and unknown territory. “I mean, she actually told us to ‘Fuck-off’, and she’s never said that to us before.”

Our Christmas had suddenly turned into our worst ever Christmas. Our Christmas was ruined. We sat in doom and gloom, working out what had happened.

Two kids on the verge of crying, two kids all alone on Christmas Day.

Our minds raced. Could life get any worse? Is this what abused kids had to go through? Have we still got a Mum or not? Is Santa Claus really real?

But then our thoughts were interrupted with a ‘Ding dong.’

The doorbell took us by surprise.

We wondered who this could be, as I slowly opened the door.

Standing there was Mum dressed up as an old lady.

Bent forward, frail, supported by a snooker cue, dressed all in black with a scarf wrapped around her neck.

She wasn't wearing her glasses and squinted at us as she stood there smiling.

Hello children,” she said in a frail crooked voice, “I’m a friend of your mother’s, is she home?’ she asked.

Mum, what are you doing?”

Oh, no children, I’m not your mother. I’m a friend of your mother’s. Do let me in, it’s cold out here.”

Mum,” I yelled, “Don’t be so ridiculous.”

I ran upstairs to Mum’s bedroom, just to appease Mum at the door. The door was locked; and there was no answer.

Your mother isn't in? Well we can have a party without her,” said the Mum at the door, who we knew was our mother but somehow weren’t completely sure!

Once inside she made herself at home. We sat her down and offered her a drink. Mum always drank coffee and would spit it out, if she ever tasted even the hint of sugar. So, we made her tea with five sugars, of which she sipped happily and asked for another. Kate and I watched wide eyed in amazement as she did so.

Slowly but surely magic seeped into our day and we began to believe her. Perhaps this woman wasn’t our mother after-all....

As far as we were concerned our mother was upstairs locked in her room and, to be honest, we were having too much fun to care.

You must be hungry,” she said, to which Kate and I nodded, “Well go children, take what you want from the cupboard, pop the Bucks Fizz, and let’s get this party started.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

Kate and I raided the cupboard and brought out all the Christmas goodies which we weren’t allowed to touch until Christmas Day.

Games, music, laughter, chat and stories, presents, sweets and drink. By the time she got up to say goodbye, we were begging her to stay.

Oh I have to go children,” she said getting up and wrapping her scarf around herself.

Waving from the door, we watched her hobble up the street out of sight.

Amazed by what just had happened, I went upstairs to find Mum, but her bedroom was still locked.

Kate and I just collapsed onto the sofa, stuffed full and happy.

Sometime later Mum came downstairs, and we ran to her in laughter.

Get away from me,” she scolded us.

Hey come on Mum,” Kate and I answered, “Good joke Mum, you really got us,” we said.

What do you mean, and what is this mess? Who said you could do all this?”

But Mum,” we cried in innocence.

We told her everything that had happed, about the old lady who looked just like her, who came in and let us do what we wanted, how we tested her by giving her tea with five sugars and how we had the best fun in the world. But Mum just sat there, as if she knew nothing about it.

It was the best Christmas ever...


A tale from Taylor Tales, available now....

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Letter to Prime Minister David Cameron about a very serious matter indeed


Dear Prime Minister,

While watching the television programme called One Step Beyond, on Edge Media TV, on Tuesday 6th December 2011, an Oxford economist and investigative journalist, called Martin Summers, made an amazing accusation concerning yourself.

According to his sources he claims that during the late 1980’s and early 90’s, South Africa sold ten uranium nuclear war-heads.

Allegedly six were sold to the US Government, and four were sold to the British Government, via Astra Holdings, a subsidiary company of Astra Fireworks.

Its claimed that Astra Holdings was funded by a number of senior Tory politicians, including Michael Heseltine and William Waldegrave, organised by Sir Kenneth Warren.

They are alleged to have brought the four war heads from Arms Corp of South Africa, on behalf of the British Government for £50 million.

Three people (Sir Kenneth Warren, Dr David Kelly and yourself Mr David Cameron), were alleged to have gone went to South Africa to finalise this deal; mediated by an Zimbabwean arms dealer called John Bredenkamp.

Allegedly the nuclear war-heads were transported to the country of Oman, where-upon Dr David Kelly went out to check on them, only to find they had been replaced with blocks of concrete.

This allegation implies British tax payers spent £50 million, which went into the pockets of the Astra Holdings shareholders pockets, of which £17.8 million was alleged to have been donated to the Tory party to fight the 1992 General Election.

Doug Hoyle, Labour MP asked in Parliament where the money came from, to which no satisfactory has ever been answer given.

It also raises serious implications in light of the Nuclear Explosions (Prohibition and Inspections) Act 1998, which states in Section 1-

(1)Any person who knowingly causes a nuclear weapon test explosion or any other nuclear explosion is guilty of an offence and liable on conviction on indictment to imprisonment for life.

Allegedly, one of the four war heads did go off in North Korea, during 2006, which resulted a 'fizzle explosion'.

As you can imagine this information is seriously worrying to hear and I am writing as a concerned voter and leader of the SOS Party (www.sosparty.co.uk), to ask you in the first person whether these allegations are true.

Is it true Prime Minister?

I look forward to your reply.


Yours Faithfully,
Matthew Taylor

Monday, 10 October 2011

Our Family Holiday- Greece 2011



I’m sitting here at the back of a bar with a swimming pool to my left, tables to my right, the TV ten meters away showing the Ben v’s Man U football match. 1-1 at the moment with fifteen minutes to go.
It’s the second night of our Greek holiday and everything couldn’t be more right.

Getting here was a mighty struggle. Waking everyone at three am was the easy part, taxi to Gatwick, plane to Zante and coach trip to Alykansas were the harder parts. 

Getting of the plane the heat hit us like a sledge hammer, or maybe a glass sliding door, would be a better metaphor?. Which was wonderful in it-self, but a hindrance having to carry six pieces of luggage to the coach and then off again to the apartment.
Within thirty minutes of arriving, we were in the pool and then in the crystal clear surf of the Ionian Sea.

(I got harrassed out of the sea by the hungry fishes nibbling at my dead flakes of skin on my foot. I should try and get used to it, and welcome it was a good way to clear my feet of the unsightly dead skin. But damn, those bites sure do hurt.)

We finished off our first day with an evening meal at Apollo’s Greek restaurant, down the main street. It was a really nice. It had been a long long journey and we were all very tired. 
With-in ten minutes of getting back to our apartment, Lewis and Lizzy were asleep and I was falling in and out of sleep while catching up with BBC world news on TV.

Karina took this opportunity to check out the local bar and get herself some smokes.

The high-light of our second has got to the the horse drawn ride to the Lemon-Tree restaurant. Famous as it is, with the tablets in between the many lemon trees making up the court yard. We (Karina and I), went crazy over the menus and ordered far too much. We ended up taking a salad, a bowl of olives and a bottle of wine back with us.
The journey back on the horse drawn carriage is worthy of mention because the old man at the reins invited Lizzy is join him up front. Karina freaked out with worry that she may fall off, and the old Greek guy just laughed at her concern.
We finished off the second night with Karina checking out the bars and everyone else fast asleep.

It’s a beautiful place. The sea is beautiful, the swimming pools wonderful and the scenery break-taking.

The good news is that we are two days in, twelve days to go. The bad news is the after two days, we’re three hundred pounds down.... But hey, it’s our holiday, isn’t it supposed to be that way? 

We are keeping the kids up later and later with each night. Last night they weren't in bed until after ten, which in itself is a record. 
I’ll tell you one thing though.... Lewie, as I call him affectionally, is one hell of a whinger. He doesn’t stop. He goes way over top. From morning to dusk, he’s whinging with the best. We haven’t had any rest. Especially getting into the water!

We enjoyed the best meal so far at a restaurant which name escapes me but which we will be visiting again. 

Our days are pretty much following a routine now. Karina often refers to British time. So much so that she has a clock on her bedside still showing it.

Lewis wakes us up about seven thirty Greek time, half five Mean-Time, and our day begins. We have a half and hour to forty five minutes rest-bite while Karina pacifies him with an early morning breast feed, but then it’s all systems go. A tea and coffee and breakfast. Lizzy is usually asleep through all this. She’s luckily enough to sleep in for as long as she wants. (Even after my best efforts to wake her up.)

After applying the sun-block and getting the swim suits on, I’m down the pool with the kids. Everyday so far Lewis has screamed like a girl while getting into the water. (Karina is more often than not somewhere else, doing something equally more important), so it’s left to me to deal with a screaming one year old and a demanding five year old. 

(I hope you can hear from my sarcasm that day after day of this wears thin with me.)

From one pool, we’ll go to another and then end up in the sea. After all of this and with Lewis still screaming at the feel of water coming up further than his knees, we are back to the apartment for Lewis’s late morning sleep. This allows Lizzy and I, to explore further afield, be it a stroll along the beach or out further in the sea. Going out further into sea is a laugh because it never gets deeper than your waist. You can be thirty meters out and the water comes up to your ankles. 
This will take us up to lunch-time, and once Lewis is up and we have changed into dry clothes we go off to the main street or along the beach front to find someone to eat.
A short lunch later, our favourite being humous and pitta bread, Tzatziki (yogurt mixed with cucumber, garlic and olive oil), chips and omelette, we’ll return to the apartment for Lewis’s afternoon nap. We’ll usually stay in doors during this time while the sun is at it’s hottest. Lizzy would watch a DVD on the laptop and I would moan for being in-doors while the sun is shining outside. I’ll more often than not, read or fall asleep. 
The evening is spent getting ready, clearing up and doing what-ever Karina orders me to do.
Then it’s off for the evening meal. In which we go a bit crazy with the menu, ordering more food we can eat and spending between forty to fifty squid...
There’s usually a play area in every restaurant around here and our meals usually involve me eating and Karina supervising the kids in the play ground, and then a turn-around, where I supervise and Karina eats. Karina eventually gets her boobs out to silence Lewis. But to be honest, eating and keeping the kids contained doesn’t mix. In fact it’s a total pain and something we’ve given up on. 
Then the dash back to the relative calmness of the apartment. Everyone has their bath and washes their teeth. Lewis is put to bed and Lizzy stays up late.
Over the weekend’s ’Thompson holidays’ flies in cabaret acts from the UK. The first weekend saw Shane Richie Jnr and Adel Murphy, sing their hearts out for our entertainment. 
This was the perfect opportunity to take Lizzy out while Lewis slept. 

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Lizzy saved my life today. I got into trouble at the deep end of the swimming pool.
“save me, save me somebody”, I said as my head went under the water. I was gasping for breathe and drowning.
Lizzy came to the rescue, not once but four times. 
Lizzy saved me.
She was cool and calm under pressure.
“tilt your head back dad”, she calmly instructed me.
“kick your legs and move your arms”, she said.
Her calm instructions saved me. She never panicked and was always in control.
May we never forget, Lizzy saved me. Lizzy my hero, Lizzy, oh wonderful Lizzy. 
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We managed to go on our first excursion since getting here. The long awaited boat ride to the ’Ship Wreck’ and the ’Blue Caves’.
As expected Lewis was a handful during the whole journey out, but slept like an angel during the journey back.
The ’Ship Wreak’ is a wreaked ship left on a fine stoned white beach, which everyone comes too. I wasn’t impressed, but Karina loved it.
After 50 minutes rest and frolicking in the waves, we all got back on the boat. There were about twenty of us, ranging from fat gorillas like myself, to mature Greek and Japanese women, to young fit American girls and equally gorgeous Italians. Lizzy and Lewis were he only kids aboard.
Next the ’Blue Caves’ where we all got to jump in a swim around. I went first then tagged with Karina for her turn. Karina and Lizzy went in together and were the last one’s out. They explored the caves inside and out.
Further along to another cave, where we all jumped in again and went cave exploring.
The journey began about 2pm and we were the last to be dropped out at 6pm.
A thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying adventure had by all.

It’s exactly a week since we’ve arrived and the heavens have opened, shouting and flashing.
We are sitting through our first Greek storm. I’m outside on the balcony writing this. Lewis is screaming inside having been abandoned to his cot for the late morning nap. No doubt the rumbles of thunder are keeping him awake. Lizzy is watching children’s tv, all about the virtues of living a good Christian life, according to the Bible. And Karina is no doubt fluttering around the apartment making sure everyone is all right.

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Tuesday 20th September 2011, I read Totally Killer by Greg Olear. A paper back book, lasting 274 pages. I give it 7/10 for goodness.
It wasn’t a worthless read, though it also never fulfilled my life in doing so. A book about a killing agency and a heroin called Taylor.
It did linger in my mind for a few days which is always a good sign of a good read.
Yeah sure, whatever.  
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After a week and a day we finally visited the capital of Zante island. Zakynthos. We got there by bus, and i’ve gotta tell yer. It was rough. 
Lizzy puked up on the journey there on the bus, while sitting on my knee. The only thing I had to catch it in was her summer hat. It was gross. Really gross.
Other than that Zakynthos is a wonderful place to visit. The old colonial buildings were mixed with the new 21st century buildings and a way that blended beautifully. Karina didn’t stop taking photographs, and Lewis wasn’t too bad actually.

Nearing the end of our holiday it was time to rent a car and explore at our leisure. 
Low and behold, driving around Zante island couldn’t have been more perilous and stressful as I could ever have imagined. 

The roads were narrow, the sides were nothing and the height was too high to look. It’s fair to say I was petrified. 
“keep your fears to yourself”, Karina would say to me as I yelped in terror as I drove along a dangerous curve, over-looking the island with a steer two hundred foot drop into the sea, only feet from me. 

Though we didn’t find a beautifully secluded beach. Even though it took a hundred steps down to get to it and a hundred steps up from it, it was well worth the effort. 

The church and restaurant at the top of the hill with it’s breathe taking scenery was also a huge high-light. But alas other than that the rest of the day was spent driving around the northern part of the island. 

It’s our last night and I find myself nursing a pint of the local beer called Mythos, while Karina is back at the apartment putting Lewis to bed having feed him. I’m here at the Dilemma Bar. Lizzy is playing happily with Phebe and i’m writing (or trying too, interrupted constantly by Lizzy and her friend). 
As expected Lizzy made friends with only days of the holiday left. KIA and Phebe.

Our bags are packed and we are ready to go. It’s our last night in sunny Greece. It’s been our first and best family holiday. I wonder where we’ll be next year?

The highlight for me has been the scenery. And of-course the hospitality of the Greek people. They are friendly beyond compare and the country they live reeks of myth, history and awe. It really has been an experience I’ll remember for a very long time. 

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On Tuesday 27th September, I finished reading ’Whiteout’ by James Swallow, a book from the Judge Dredd series. Paper back, 250 pages. 
It’s amazing how the author is able to engross me into the weird and wonderful world of Mega City 1, and make me care about the craziest which goes on. But amazingly, that’s exactly what it did.
I give it a whooping 9/10. And am looking forward to entering the amazing world of MC1 again very soon.  
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The holiday is over. We’re at home. Lizzy has been to school and it’s back to the old routine. 
The good news is that we brought the weather home with us. It’s sunshine all the way today and set to stay for the weekend. 

The camera has been backed up and the photos too. You will be able to see home videos of the holiday on taylorshomevideos YouTube channel.



Friday, 9 September 2011

My 9/11 Diary Entry



On September 11th 2001, I was in prison for a crime I did commit.
I wrote in my diary that day:


It was about 14.30 hrs when Staff Merry opened my cell door and told me something that made my jaw drop in astonishment and disbelief.
Two American Airliners had crashed into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centres.
After rushing to the television, I was stunned to learn that not only was the hub of America’s financial infrastructure attacked, but the Pentagon too.
Three hijacked American Airline Commercial planes had been flown into the financial and military centres of the most powerful nation history has ever seen.
This was news that made my knees tremble. Never before had the world seen such an audious act of terrorism.
I watched stunned as the Twin Towers and the Pentagon bellowed smoke into the clear bright american sky of 9/11.
Then the second of the Twin Towers to be hit, came smashing to the ground. At first I thought another bomb had gone off at ground level. But all was made clear as the footage was rewound. The building fell in on itself.
The smoke and dust engulfed the surrounding buildings much like a tidal wave flowing through the streets.
Then the second tower joined the first. Two symbols of American's supremacy and might came crashing down to the ground. 110 stories collapsing to a rubble within half and hour of each other.
The Pentagon suffered the same fate. A section of it's pentagram defense wall collapsing to the ground in a blaze of fire.
All hell had broken loose on the streets of New York and Washington. Unconfirmed reports were flooding in that a car bomb had exploded outside a defense building in Washington, that a plane has crashed into Capital Hill, and that another hijacked plane was on route to the White House.
It was later confirmed that another commercial American Airliner had crashed into a Pennsylvanian field. Even now they are speculating as to whether it's just a coincidence or something more sinister. Only tomorrow's news will give us a clearer picture, for tonight America is living through it's second Pearl Harbour.
A National tragedy,” said President Bush.
The New Evil in our world today,” said Prime Minister Blair.
Terrible Tragedies,” echoed President Putin.
The most audious act of terrorism the world has ever seen,” summed up the world's press.
The blame has been pointed to the Middle East even before the dust settled. The most wanted terrorist has been named as Osama Bin Laden, leader of the Al Qaeda network based in the Taliban stronghold of Afghanistan.
Hamas denied any connection by saying “Our battle is on Palestinian ground, we aren't ready to take that battle further.”
Arafat the PLO Leader condemned the attacks and showed genuine sorrow to the American people, not that his own people shared his sentiments.
Jubilation was felt throughout the Islamic strongholds. Free sweets were being thrown to the kids in the streets of the Gaza strip.
The repercussions were swiftly felt in Europe. Prime Minister Tony Blair had to stop mid-flow through his speech at the TUC conference in Brighton and rushed to a hastily arranged emergency cabinet meeting [coded named COBRA] in London.
All transatlantic flights were cancelled. The European Parliament in Brussels was evaluated, world-wide stock markets closed, oil and gold price surged, airline and insurance prices plunged.
As expected America saw the worst repercussions. The White House, federal and other public buildings evacuated. All American and Canadian flights grounded, Manhattan cut off. Never before has America endured anything like it and that was only in response to the initial shock. Only tomorrow and the coming months would reveal the true repercussions to the world.
But for today it is safe to presume that nothing will be the same again.
A new world order is in the making, a united front of democratic nations against he states of Terrorism, (whoever they may be.)
A self-fulfilling prophecy of President Bush's making. Was it not mere months ago that he was warning the world a new kind of terrorism was threatening the peace of the free and democratic world? That we should be concerned enough to back his stance of reneging against the Nuclear Proliferation Treaty and Chemical & Biological Treaty and join with America in making a National Defense Mechanism regardless of the protests from China and Russia?
His dire warnings have come to fruition. The world is shocked, and will now stand up and take notice.
With the death toll yet to be determined, the consequences yet known, all we can do now is wait. Wait for the full story to be told, safe in the knowledge the end is far from over.
Only one thing is for sure, as Prime Minister Blair made clear, “We will eradicate this evil [Terrorism] from this world.” (Though who, what and how isn't clear.)
For this day will go down in history as the day it all started.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Are we as bad as our enemies?


We are all familiar with such well known lines as “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone” and “Don’t throw stones at your neighbours, if your own windows are glass.”

It’s with these lines in mind, that I worry about Great Britain’s role in the world today.

Should we really be invading other sovereign nations by taking the higher moral line? I think not, considering our own moral record.

Of-course, the Libyan War is still fresh in every bodies mind. This is a perfect example of the point I want to make.

Western media have painted us a picture of Colonel Gaddafi as a mad-man. But how much is propaganda and how much is fact?

Let’s not forget, propaganda is as old as people, politics and religion. People with ideas will always want to persuade others about them and, if they have the power, they will pull every string they have to persuade everyone that their idea is the best idea.

So I put it to you, could a propaganda officer from an enemy state, paint as bad a picture of the British Establishment, as the British Establishment paints of them?

Or in other words, could our enemies convince the world that the dictatorial powers of the British Establishment and it’s suppression of it’s people, warrant an invasion of the British shores?

Regime Change’ as it’s commonly called.

They only need bring up examples of what makes Great Britain a bad place to live, the abuses of power and it’s track record of human right infringements.

I expect the first example they’ll use against us, would be the miscarriages of justice dished out by London’s Metropolitan Police. The Guildford Four and the Birmingham Six, spring immediately to mind, two of many many more.

Our record in war would be seized upon. In the same way the British media paint our enemies as rapists, so too, will our enemies do the same.

With the British armies record of torture, murder and manslaughter, they could make a very good case against us.

As the West refers to Syria, Libya and Iran, amongst many, as state sponsors of terrorism. So too, those same nations refer to American and Great Britain as state sponsors of Israeli terrorism.

The war record of Israel is criminal. It’s a war crime against the Palestine people, reminiscent of Nazi’s war crimes against the Jews in the Second World War. The Gaza Stripe is nothing more than a huge concentrate camp. It’s treatment of the Palestine people is intolerable, and condemned across the world. The only reason it’s allowed to continue, is due to America’s support and it’s vetoes in the U.N.

Remember the story of the young Brazilian electrician, Jean Charles de Menezes, who was murdered in cold blood, on the London subway?

Immediately afterwards, the then Metropolitan Commissioner Sir Ian Blair, told a press conference, he fled from police, ignored police warnings and was about to trigger an explosive device. His version of events couldn’t be further from the truth.

Our enemies could argue that Jean Charles de Menezes was publicly executed in full view of the British public as a warning that discontent will not be tolerated.

(Conspiracy theorists speculate he was part of the 7/7 false flag terrorist attack and was about to tell his story to the media).

Far-fetched I know, but truth is often stranger than fiction. We have to remind ourselves that our police and intelligence services aren’t stupid. They are intelligent and well trained individuals, recruited from the brightest and most competent people in society. Someone doesn’t get shot seven times in the head, in full public view over a mistake.

I’ll say this again and again, dark forces are at work in Great Britain.

And while we are on the subject of 7/7, it needs to be acknowledged that a wealth of evidence suggests something more sinister than what we are officially being told, was at play on that fateful day.

(I urge you all to watch the 7/7 Ripple Effect.....)

Our nation’s obsession with CCTV’s should be evidence enough that the British people are under 24-7 surveillance. It’s fact that Britain has the most number of CCTV’s per person, in the world today. We should all be asking the question, why? Our enemies will easily answer, that the people are being spied on by a repressive and paranoid government, intent on stifling discontent and personal freedoms.

The corruption at the highest levels of our police, politics and media over the hacking scandal, demonstrates a complete lack of regard to the privacy of the people. With the resignations and sackings, let alone the untold scandal of the hundreds of thousands of British citizens legally hacked into by government agencies and councils, shows there is something bigger and more sinister, hiding out of sight.

I often thought that the ’something bigger and more sinister, hiding out of sight’ was one Mr. Alastair Campbell. But of-course I wouldn’t imply such a thing, due to the libel laws hovering over us all.

Though the names of David Kelly and Robin Cook, spring to mind when I think of him. David Kelly of-course is at the centre of many conspiracy theories, for calling into doubt the government’s ’45-minute-claim’ for going to war against Iraq. Robin Cook conveniently fell off a top of a mountain, silencing his objections of going to war and the truth behind the Al-Qaeda data-base.

How many other voices have been silenced by dark forces, to allow criminal government policy to prosper? Our enemies will say hundreds, if not thousands.

Just the act of going to war against Iraq, against the wishes of the British people, was based on lies, is testimony enough of their deceit and corruption.

As with Labour and Iraq, the Lib-Con coalition, have done the same with Libya.

The claim of invading Libya on humanitarian grounds, equals the lie of invading Iraq for weapons of mass destruction.

Following the 7000 plus, bombing raids and initial estimates coming in of 50,000 dead, the truth is clear as day: lies and deceit are alive and well at the heart of the British Establishment.

The detention without charge for 42 days, is a clear violation of a person’s human right. This is worthy of any dictatorial power from across the world. Government sanctioned kidnap in Great Britain, who would have believed it?

Do you remember at the 2005 Labour Party Conference at Brighton, when an old man was man-handled out of the auditorium for shouting "nonsense" as Foreign Secretary Jack Straw defended the Iraq policy. A fine example of squashing political discontent amongst the populace. Again, an 82-year-old man, shouting “nonsense” at a party conference, getting arrested under the Terrorism Act. Who would have believed it?

How can we forget the MP’s expenses scandal, robbing the tax-paying from under their noses and showing a total disregard for the public’s purse strings. ’One rule for us and another for them’, mentality is a sure sign of oppression.

And only recently the London riots. The trigger point being another public execution, can be spun as an up-rising of the people, fuelled with agent provocateurs, only to be punished with draconian prison sentences and a further dismantling of civil liberties.

I expect our enemies will spin these riots as ’Race Wars’, further building their case against us.

In 1999, following the death of Stephen Lawrence, (who was stabbed to death at a bus stop for being black), the Macpherson report concluded the Police were ’institutionally racist’.

Ten years on, a black person is 26 times more likely to be stopped and searched in England and Wales. So our enemies can claim; ’nothing has changed’.

As with the ’race divide’ in the UK, so there is a ’class divide’. In itself the British Establishment conjures up an image of Etonian educated toffs. The majority of the 2011 Lib-Con coalition government, are privately educated. The majority are also millionaires. The facts are clear. The ’class of a person’, in 21st century Great Britain, determines your stature in life. It’s a fact of life.

Having mentioned ’Racism’ and ’Classism’ in Great Britain, it’ll be unfair not to mention ’Sexism’ and ’Ageism’.

It’s been reported that it’ll take another 100 years, moving at the rate of the last 100 years, for women to equal the pay of men.

The nation’s old are as far pushed to the edges of society, as our the nation’s youth. Both spectrums have to deal with generalisations, marginalization and boredomization.

On top of all which comes a new development in the suppression of the British people. ’Thought Crime’. Did you know that people are being arrested for the thought of committing a crime, let alone physically committing it?

Remember the people rounded up on the morning of William and Kate’s, Royal Wedding? Carted off in a police van, just in-case they might go on and cause trouble later in the day.

Such style of policing would have been more at home in North Korea, Maoist China and Stalinist Russia.

As the Queen of England, Elizabeth II was alleged to have said to her Butler, “Dark forces are at work in this country,” and the most damning example of this is the ’unlawful killing’ of Princess Diana.

The most important piece of evidence which has never seen the inside of an evidence bag, is a hand written letter by Princess Diana, stating “My husband is planning 'an accident' in my car, brake failure and serious head injury in order to make the path clear for Charles to marry".

So as you can see, our enemies have plenty to use against us, plenty to seek a UN resolution to liberate the British people from the tyranny of the British Establishment.

My point is that it’s easy to paint the British political system in as harsh a light as the British media have painted the likes of Colonel Gaddafi and Saddam Hussain.

Perhaps the British Establishment shouldn’t be so quick to judge others, because one of these days, others will judge us and we will find us wanting.

What goes around comes around. The invasion of Great Britain may not be a matter of ’if’, but rather a matter of 'when'.