THE STATE OF PLAY

Let me break the news to those who haven’t awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics. There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
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Let me break the news to those who haven’t awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics.

There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
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I woke with an immense feeling of emptiness. Perhaps it’d been brewing for years and things had gnawed me until I was hollow. I got out of bed and summoned the strength to walk to the window and look outside. I saw empty streets, empty freeways, empty bridges, empty buildings and empty skies. I considered the thought that I may be dead. Perhaps there is no heaven, just another dimension filled with familiar surroundings and this was my location in which I could spend eternity trying to make some sense of the life i’d lived. What was most surprising was that I felt nothing. No panic, concern, fear – nothing.
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All I know is this. Politicians, mostly, stand for one thing, and one thing only – being elected. Those who genuinely dare to make a difference and can’t be bought – are in danger of their lives. And will either be killed by a bullet or a smear campaign.
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_{You say you’re leavin’ And you know it ain’t fair Every day I wake unto this world I’m gonna hurt that you’re not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we can’t take ’em back The last time I saw your smiling face We didn’t see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong You’ve been cryin’ ’cause you don’t want to go And I’ve been lyin’ Pretending I didn’t know Now all the days of my life All the days of my life I’m gonna be grieving Your reluctant leaving The winter’s comin’ Bringin’ storms that’ll surely rage And I’ll sit here on this lonely bench And I will try to act my age We played too hard We cared too deep I’ll see ya in my dreams When I stumble into sleep You’ve been cryin’ ’cause you don’t want to go And I’ve been lyin’ Pretending I didn’t know Now all the days of my life All the days of my life I’m gonna be grieving Your reluctan}...

You say you’re leavin’ And you know it ain’t fair Every day I wake unto this world I’m gonna hurt that you’re not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we can’t take ’em back The last time I saw your smiling face We didn’t see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong You’ve been cryin’ ’cause you don’t want to go And I’ve been lyin’ Pretending I didn’t know Now all the days of my life All the days of my life I’m gonna be grieving Your reluctant leaving The winter’s comin’ Bringin’ storms that’ll surely rage And I’ll sit here on this lonely bench And I will try to act my age We played too hard We cared too deep I’ll see ya in my dreams When I stumble into sleep You’ve been cryin’ ’cause you don’t want to go And I’ve been lyin’ Pretending I didn’t know Now all the days of my life All the days of my life I’m gonn...

Harry Grivens had inherited it from his mother. An obsessive excitement about all things Christmas. His mother, Mary, would start her Christmas shopping January every year, her secret way of accruing all the magical gifts that dwarfed her illuminated pine tree every 25th. of December. From her meagre budget she miraculously produced gifts for her children, her husband, her relatives, friends, and even homeless people she had struck up conversations with on the street. Harry had always said he found the spirit of Christmas in her eyes, which brimmed with tears of joy as she handed out her gifts to each and every one. He called her Mary Christmas. Now here he was, a boy grown into a man, an old man, rushing around his little rented apartment with all the excitement of his youth. It was dawn of Christmas morn and all his gifts for those closest to him surrounded his little electronic tree in the living room. As he manically prepared the turkey, roasted the chicken, and cut th...

I don’t know where I’m going

But I’m starting here...

Political Correctness has pretty much killed humour. There are now whole areas of human behaviour and difference that can no longer be commented upon lest one risk the chance of being blacklisted. No pun intended. I was brought up to believe Senator Joe McCarthy was a bad man. But, ironically, his ghost is alive and well and seemingly stronger than ever.
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It had been 50 years since Bill Cassell had set foot on Shek-O Beach in Hong Kong. He was still a young man when he’d walked onto these sands all those years ago. Although well preserved he’d lost along the way all those things that define you as a young man – ambitions, dreams, hope, confidence and the infinite belief that everything would work out for the best. Now he stood on this empty beach clinging to his last remaining hope. A hope so thin and futile he felt ashamed at how pathetic he’d become in his old age.
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