Thewhitesettlers’ Piece of the Blogosphere

I was reading, in one of those black & white things that are re(a)d all over, a newspaper, that this woman in Iran was getting stoned. I thought that whatever an adult does in their own home, & was not hurting anyone else ( well alcohol does so much damage) then that’s fine by me. But then I realised that there were 2 things to this story that I had overlooked ( I may very well have overlooked more than 2 things, but I’ve only got a limited amount of time & space ) Firstly this was about a “WOMAN” then I overlooked the fact that “IRAN” was the country, and getting stoned in this country (Scotland, or UK, you choose, or France, ) and getting stoned in IRAN are two totally different things, especially if you are a woman. So the woman was getting stoned in the biblical sense, and not smoking any “Wacky Baccy”. What had the woman done? She had committed adultery, or she had been found guilty of committing adultery, which in Iran could mean that she lifted her veil in the presence of MEN. Oh goodness me, the brazen hussy that she is, what next eh?

I am always confused by the way some Islamic countries interpret the laws. Why does a woman have to be covered from head to toe? Can the men-folk of these countries not control their sexual urges? If a man rapes a married woman, is that adultery? And who would be on trial for adultery? The MAN ( who could not control his sexual urges, after he had glanced at the bare feet of the woman) or the woman, who was raped? Well in a dignified, fair/fare ( never really sure which one to use, maybe both?) society, the man would be on trial for raping the woman.

The way some of these countries treat women, and girls is disgusting, yet we still trade with them, help them in times of trouble, treat them as our friend. But do WE (the free peoples of the world) really want friends who treat woman and girls worse than they treat an animal?

Whenever this subject of the way some Islamic countries treat women comes up, there are cries of “Racist” or “Racism” but it is in no way being racist, I believe, for anyone to try and condemn the way a country treats the female population as 2nd (or even lower) class citizens. Without women there can be no men, without women none of us would be here today. So please don’t stone the woman, and if possible try to treat women as you would like to be treated yourself, with a little bit more respect, please.

Let He Who Hath No Sin........

Mother, wife, daughter, sister?

Hate filled minds will never find love

Thank you for coming to my humblest of humble Piece of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing wot I just did, in this place wot I just did it in, this place being, the (in)famous island blogging.

Did we learn anything by coming here today? Well maybe we could learn to be a bit more “Moderate” in our thinking towards women? One step at a time, I’m sure!!!  That’s it then Cheery….

PS I am a MAN

PPS Just checked, and yep, the meat’n'two veg are still there, unlike some pussy cats from The Kingdom

A friend of mine was going into hospital, for an operation, I will not go into details of the op. it just would not be right, and there might be some men reading this whilst eating lunch/dinner, so for that reason, I won’t go there. My friend had quite a few people who depended on my friend, but now my friend needed those who depended on ( I’m gonna call my friend Dave, not Dodgy Dave, he is NO longer a friend of mine, and if I sent Xmas cards, he would not be getting one, but I won’t go into that) Dave to help Dave.

Now I offered my help, and it was gratefully accepted, but I forgot something, well lots of somethings. I forgot about ME, I thought that ME was gone, or at least dormant, but ME never forgot about me. So I was trying to help, as much as I could. I started to struggle with things, sometimes the things were in my mind, and sometimes the things were physical. I don’t know which are worse, but it didn’t matter, because the only thing that was of concern to me, was trying to help a friend, and yet again, I failed. I was able to do the driving about, when I was awake, but even some of that I failed in. I was relieved of the school run duty, and I was relieved. I feel really bad for letting my friend down, and Dave’s children, they will have to do more to help, because Dave was only released from hospital on the understanding that Dave was to do nothing, or Dave would, more than likely, be back in hospital.

I know it must be hard for Dave to just sit back, and do nothing, and of course Dave was doing the washing, hanging it out to dry (although I think that Dave was being optimistic, about the weather, this is the Isle of Lewis, the island, not the Ferry, ) then having to go and take it in again, when it rained. ( Maybe it was the drugs that Dave is on that clouded Dave’s thinking?) Anyway Dave has lots of friends who can help, and me? Well I’ll just do what I can, when I can. Sorry Dave, but that’s ME for you.

Dear friend I never wanted to cause you any more anguish and pain
Dear friend there are things that have been done that I can never explain
Dear friend I’m sorry, I messed up, so please will you forgive me again?
Dear friend life for us has never been boring, dull, or extremely mundane
Dear friend never forget your smile, your kiss, and shaking your hand
Dear friend never forget the tears, and the pout, when we don’t understand
Dear friend never forget the good things I’ve done, most were unplanned
Dear friend never forget I will always be here, right here, blogging on demand

Thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Have we learned anything, by coming here? Well yes we did, we learned not to rely, too much, on ME.  Cheery………

Tags: CFS, help, ME, PVFS, rainy days

At the end of every summer there are too many sad chores.

In a barrel of Granny Smiths you’ll find plenty of rotten cores

A man can still ride his bike with an abundance of saddle sores

A young couple playing tonsil-tennis not caring who scores

Another young man dies fighting a war in a mountain of scares

Walk naked to church on a Sunday, while ignoring the Christian glares

The Laymen and Elders are Money-Changing stocks and shares

The drunk from the Old House urinates on the church stairs

Four Policemen arrive, and beat a poor helpless man to the ground

Down by the shore another domestic abuse victim has drowned

The blind lead the deaf who know what goes to ground comes around

Dougal weds Florence, it’s magic and about time for Zebedees round…….

Not a classic, that i know, but my penis won’t be on show.

Say a prayer? That’s a laugh. Have a shower in the bath

Watch the telly, get four eyes, don’t save me, save your lies

I needed help, not a holiday, laugh at me? One day you’ll pay

Get a job? I’m on my bike. Light my fire? No match to strike…..

Tags: give, mine, pay, share, take

Here is a link to the flash dance in Stornoway, at the 2010 carnival. The beautiful lead dancer, is none other than my darling daughter ( known in my Virtual Blogging World as Little Herself, or LH for short)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLzr8RRzQ4c.

You can click onto link, or copy and paste, whatever you find easiest. The sharp eyed amongst you, may spot me, (not dancing, just watching, and filling up, with pride and joy,sniff) I’m the good looking one, with the stick.

Well just watch the video, and enjoy. Cheery….

Hi, it’s me again, just spilled my coffee, again. I’d just like to, for once, be able to make and enjoy a cup of coffee, without spilling any. I put water in the kettle, I turn the kettle on, eventually, then get a cup or mug, I pop a couple of sweeteners into the vessel, then try to spoon in some coffee, only instant coffee, I don’t have the patience for the real stuff, without spilling any, then once the kettle boils, I pour in the hot water, hopefully without scalding myself. I then stir the mixture of coffee, water, and sweeteners, as carefully as I can, hoping not to spill any, then I may add milk, or cream, or coffee-mate, or all 3, again hoping against all hope that I spill none. I then have to tidy everything away, I have a few sheets of kitchen roll on hand, just in case, hoping that I will not have to use them, but I always do. Then I have to get the vessel from it’s place beside the kettle onto the table, where sits a, recently cleaned, coaster, which is sitting on a square of kitchen roll, which rests  upon a place-mat, which sits neatly into the tray, that sits on top of the table. Easy isn’t it? Then why can’t I f*cking perform this simple task, just the one time, without spilling it? Is it an age thing? I’ve been doing it for years, and it frustrates me to the point where, like a volcano, I explode. The coffee & Cup, both hit the wall. I then try to calm myself down, but it worries me, because I’m running out of cups, running out of walls, running out of patience, running out of friends, running out of loved ones, and running out of time.

I’m NOT stupid. I know how to do a lot of things, or maybe I DID know how to do a lot of things? I still, sometimes, know, but just can’t get the knowledge, in my head, on how to do something, anything, from my brain into actually performing whatever task, or job I want to do. I’m still me, I’m still the same person, at least I think I am, maybe I’m not.

I used to be popular, funny even, had lots of friends, from different social groups. Maybe I should have stayed in the one group, instead of floating about from group to group, on the wings of a butterfly. I was a good listener, I tried to understand everyone’s point of view, I could even see it at times. However Butterflies don’t live very long, and if I was to climb on the wings of the wrong butterfly, well we all know what can happen if a Butterfly flaps its wings, or do we?

Life is like a big journey, some of us are happy to sit in the fast lane of the motorway of life, others prefer the scenic route, and there are those who go from one road to another, without indicating, not caring who they crash into, leaving them injured on the verge. Perhaps, in my case, there was a junction, and there were one too many roads to choose from, and I chose the wrong road to go down, and I’m trying to get back to that junction, so that I can go down another road, I’ve no map, and with me being a man, I can’t stop and ask for directions. Even if I could get back to that junction, some of the roads would be closed, or I just couldn’t go back down that road again. I’ll just keep on down this road until my tank runs dry, or I have one too many crashes.

I better go and get a new coffee cup now. Cheery….

PS You can read into this whatever you want. Remember it’s only words…..

There was a competition in the P&J to “WIN A FANTASTIC ipad”. Now the iPad may be fantastic, but are there other iPads that are NOT fantastic? If I were to go into a shop that retails iPads, would I get a “Fantastic” iPad, or would they fob me off with a “Mediocre” iPad?

There was also a disturbing headline “Monkey on run in Oban town centre killed by passing car” I’ve always been under the impression that if a car passes you, instead of running right into you, that was a good thing, like it never killed you. Maybe this poor creature ( the monkey, being the creature, and I doubt if the monkey was wealthy, as you don’t see many organ grinders about these days) was the target of a drive-by shooting? Another question pops into mind, was The (well scrubbed up) Landlady in Oban at the time of the monkey on run in Oban? Was the Monkey a relative of LL? Why did the Monkey have to die? There are too many Monkeys being killed in our town centres, and I think that the government should do something to put a stop to this. Maybe this Monkey murdering, was an isolated incident, but if there are any more Monkey deaths in this land we call home, then something will have to be done. Don’t say I never warned you, because if you’ve got this far, you’re already warned.

The town of Hartlepool once hung a Monkey ( very long time ago, they thought that the Monkey was a French spy, an easy mistake to make, it’s the garlic) and are known as MonkeyHangers. Oban, or “A passing Car in Oban Town Centre” (yeah right!) killed a Monkey, will Obanites now be known as MonkeyKillers? Or MonkeyMurderers? Or maybe YOU have a better name for those peoples of Oban who chased a Monkey to it’s death, shame on you. Oh I know that there will be some, out there, that said they were only trying to help, but the more you chased the Monkey, the more petrified the Monkey became.

Thank you for coming to visit my little space of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing wot I just did. Did we learn anything from coming to my little piece of the Blogosphere? Well we learned that the peoples in Oban ( residents and visitors) are Monkey murderers, and that Yes they have no bananas, no bananas yes they have none. (In oban) Cheery…..

Tags: animals, cuckolding, knowledge, love, monkey business, nudity, peace, pish, sex, shagging, Wee Brother

For sale   1 slightly plumpish male. In need of a complete overhaul, although can be used in present condition. No M.O.T. or tax. Has been fully serviced, but could do with a major service. Is handy about the house, toilet trained, is very reliable, however the most reliable element of this model is unreliability. Has a current, clean ( as of 1st Aug 2010) driving license. Is not very economical, fuel-wise, and does need to be kept on a short leash when out and about in public. Has been programmed to walk passed drinking establishments, but the software needs upgraded. Is good with children, and is kind to animals.

Genuine reason for selling. No time-wasters please.

If you have the time and patience ( lots & lots) this is a very loving and affectionate male.

General description…. male, has a full head of hair ( almost ) just under 6ft, not too steady on feet, needs a strict regime, has a good sense of humour, has a bad sense of humour also, likes going out for meals, hazel coloured eyes, very caring, non-smoker, a pound or two overweight. If you think that you could give this man a loving, caring, fun friendship ( perhaps more) then contact gordondavid17@yahoo.co.uk.

Thank you for coming to my little advertise-mental part of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing that I just did here. If you’ve learned anything from coming here, then the pain, torture and anguish, that I put myself through, whilst delivering this weblog posting, then it has all been worthwhile. Cheery….

PS Only females need apply

Tags: advert, cougar, nudity, sexual healing

If I tell you a secret, will you tell me a lie?

If I said I was sorry, would you still say goodbye ?

If I said that I loved you, could you still walk away?

If I knelt down before you, will you marry me today?

If I offered to change, could you change life as well?

If I showered you with roses, you’d complain that they smell?

If I stood naked before you would you want to understand?

If I could turn the clock back, should I have time on my hands?

If I lay down at your feet would you kick me on the head?

If I loaded the gun, could you shoot me dead?

If I gave you some space to let you catch your breath?

If I can’t be with you it will hasten my death

Is this it?

I mean is this all there is to look forward to?

The future?  

Well if this is the future way of things, I’m glad that I’m not going to be around to see it. I’m not expecting to die any day soon, it’s more me being old, or getting older, or feeling older. I hope that there are more bright cloudless, sun-kissed skies still to come in my life, and not too many rainy days, I’ve had too many of those kind of days, is it global warming? Should I go and change my climate? Is my “Carbon Footprint”too big for my boots? I read a lot about off-setting yer Carbon footprint, but it just doesn’t make any sense to me. If you are jetting off to Tenerife, for instance, all the carbon shit that the jet spews out over us poor peoples, then a fraction of that shit is yours, & that’s it. Maybe people are dumping all their “Carbon Footprint” shit on me? I would like to think that I’d notice all the Carbon being dumped on me, but hell you never know, well I never know really. I could do with a sunny day right now, a warm day, it’s bitter and lonely here, out in the cold, nobody wants to be bothered with me. ” He brought it all on himself” I hear them say. Maybe I did I don’t remember? I don’t know. “Oh he’s just feeling sorry for himself” That’s possible, again I don’t know. I do know that I’m not the man I used to be, but maybe that’s a good thing. Cheery….

Many years ago, there was a woman, a nice caring woman, and one day this woman came across a fox, while out for a walk. She was a bit wary of the fox, but the fox did not look in a good condition, the fox was in a bad way, if the woman just carried on walking, and leaving the fox to lick his own wounds, it may have survived, but it most likely would have died. However this woman was a nice caring woman, and she wanted to help the fox. At first the fox tried to resist the attention of this woman, but eventually the fox realised that the woman was only trying to help him.

The woman took the fox back to her home, and nursed the fox back to health. She had tamed, this once wild animal, and she decided to keep the fox as a pet. This pleased the fox greatly, and he was a good pet for the woman. Then one day the fox became ill, the woman tried to help the fox, and sought advice from vets and her friends. The fox’s condition was not life threatening, and the woman did not have the time and energy to look after the fox. So the woman decided to release the fox back into the wild. The fox was scared, it had been a long time domiciled, and nearly every instinct a fox should have had evaporated many years ago.

So even though the woman was nice, caring & well thought of , in the local community, releasing the fox back into his natural habitat could be the death of the fox. Maybe the woman should have just left the fox alone that day she found him, while out for a walk? Perhaps the fox would have survived without the woman’s intervention?

Doing the right thing for the right reasons is very noble, unless you happen to be a fox?

When a loved one dies, is it a natural reaction to cry? Who are we crying for? It can’t be for the loved one, because they’re dead, they don’t know or need our tears. Do we cry for ourselves? Possibly because we don’t know how the death will affect our lives. We may be weeping because we could have saved their life, or perhaps we never listened to our loved one, when they were complaining of feeling unwell. What about those of us that DO NOT CRY at the loss of a loved one. Does that arouse suspicion? Or maybe they do their grieving in private. Cheery….

Tags: cruel 2B kind, foxy, kind 2B cruel, survival of the fittest