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something fishy there. I’ve spoken to that minim before and let me tell you, she is well fick.

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^ she’d never share your bin even if you had the best pirate stories

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@sir Actor wrote:

@Bad Manners wrote:

Watch all the pretty boy teams fall by the wayside as the Germans take the Trophy.

@Bad Manners wrote:

I fancy Spain by a couple of goals.

:-

there’s something very sad about you

[toybulldog]

Control of the streets was lost a long time ago, and so was any degree of effective policing. The deterrents are quite simply a joke, and made worse by the ridiculous over-riding respect for the rights of criminals, at the expense of any moral social imperative for the larger community involved. Government policies seem almost to guarantee more crime, but these are presented to an electorate that only reflects the minority anyway. Nobody is impressed by the reassuring soundbites coming from whoever is the latest incumbent in the Home Office. Murders will continue to be commited by children.

It can be sorted out, but that would need real political will from the very top of a party looking for election in what would be five or six years from now. But don’t hold your breath. I’d give a lot not to sound so cynical but realise that to gain the power required the party involved has to make so many deals on the way, and then sell its ideas to that minority we call an electorate, that any firm resolve is inevitably watered down in a welter of compromise.

Would ten-year terms of power be the answer ? And would that mobilise the necessary opinion that already exists ?

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Earnest !

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can’t argue with that result…..OLE ESPANA !!

+ well predicted BM

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people are what they eat, and you’re beginning to look a little jaundiced although full of potassium in a kind of bendy fashion ^

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from the Bronx to the Ethiopiques by way of Sun Ra . . . . .

loving it !!

x

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I would liked to have seen a few responses to this, but suspect that the biblical references probably made people uncomfortable and put them off.

The basic premise is quite sound. We were all indoctrinated in these stories at an early age and they shaped our way of thinking, whether we like that fact or not. Classic fairy tales are of course absolutely steeped in mythology. Before they were recorded for posterity by the Brothers Grimm they had existed in all European cultures, and had cascaded down from our ancestors; as stories told in the evening by the fireside, for awe-struck children to then dream upon.

You are reading this in a language that belongs to the same Indo-European family as that which the Old Testament was written in, and so it doesn’t take a great leap of faith to make a connection there. But then of course biblical mythology is drawn from somewhere else. All evaporates in the mist of time eventually; but still, very interesting…………

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As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
“The breath goes now,” and some say, “No,”

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we, by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do;

And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

John Donne

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