What I cannot figure is what a Muslim woman, veiled or not, is doing sitting in an audience watching and listening to an Opera whose story-line is that of a young man’s infatuation for a prostitute, that same prostitute’s high-living, the intrusion of the lover’s father into the affair; and the acceptance by the prostitute of the father’s heartfelt plea that she breaks with the young man, dying though she may be, and head off back to the sinful life of Paris, and away from the young man’s cash!
I agree that the draw is the superb music, and the wonderul singing, but surely a good Muslim woman should shun these terrible signs of depraved Western life, and get back to her kitchen, and her fifteen jihadi-in-training children; and once more be totally subservient to her husband; while he gets to do exactly what he wishes!
Adams admitted the IRA’s kangaroo courts for sex offenders meant they were ‘ill-equipped’ to deal with the issue.
He wrote on his blog: ‘This included very sensitive areas such as responding to demands to take action against rapists and child abusers. The IRA on occasion shot alleged sex offenders or expelled them,’ he said.
‘While this may have been expedient at the time it was not appropriate.
‘Victims were left without the necessary social service support and abusers without supervision. It ultimately failed victims and the community alike. That is a matter of profound regret for me, and many other republicans’.
A comment upon another blog thread led me to search for this small clip from ‘Contact’ the sci-fi film based on Carl Sagan’s novel of the same name.
These days, I have little time for the various talking heads which claim to represent the so-called Religions of this world, or even less for those Religions themselves; as I wrote in a small piece on my own blogsite a few years ago. Have a read, and then maybe you will understand why I maybe accept that there HAS to be a Supreme Guiding hand which founded this sprawling, infinite Universe, we simply don’t have a real clue either what His or Her, or even Its name might be, we have not read any words from the Hand of that Supreme Being; and we certainly do not have a close grasp on any message which may have been sent from those twinkling stars.
Some may remark that to extract a short clip from a sci-fi movie, and use it to illustrate a belief, or even a lack of belief, is either facile or absurd; but is it not equally absurd to state a belief that, through the ALLEGED words of a Man who lived over two thousand years ago, we should adopt a certain code of ethics; or, taken from a different Book, the written words of an illiterate goat-herder which were remarkably spoken to him by an angel, and from those words have spread the whole panoply of Islam; or should we ignore those religions, and place our faith in Buddhism, or Hinduism, or even, slightly closer to home, the strange and somewhat silly beliefs of the Wicca?
As with all things Religious; You pays your money, and You takes your Choice!
I lived and worked in South Africa for many years, and thoroughly enjoyed my life, watching my family grow; working, studying and learning, so that I eventually progressed to Engineering Management. My original field was heavy electrical engineering, but progressed through necessity to encompass some knowledge of mechanical and civil engineering.
One item which South Africa possessed, and what was indeed treasured, was the vast infrastructure of the electricity power grid, which is so vital to uphold everything else needed to run a modern economy. Built up over many years, and expanded with good planning, the power grid grew exponentially; and Escom, the generating and supply Authority, took its duties seriously; planning, expanding and maintaining the stations and the grid which spread for vast distances across the South African landscape. During the entire time I spent in South Africa, never once was there a need for brown- or black-outs due to a lack of station capacity, or generation equipment being stood down because of a lack of spares, or essential maintenance. That was how things were, and that was what was expected.
Fast forward some thirty years, which time encompasses the rise of the fabled ‘Rainbow Nation’, access to the equally-fabled ‘vote’, and the takeover of a thriving economy by the A.N.C. and Black rule, together with ‘Black Empowerment’ (shorthand in Black-ruled South Africa for legalised expropriation and outright theft); and what does the Nation now see?
They simply see excuses! They cannot see much else, because the lights keep going out!
I have often considered the hordes of ‘volunteers’ and ‘helpers’ who plague this planet to be worse than the scourges from which the ‘do-gooders’ are allegedly helping people to overcome . I see the pests masquerading as collectors, shaking their tins or buckets, and attempting to shame those who do not ‘give generously’ into changing their minds. I resent being described as ‘miserly’, or even as a modern Scrooge; just because I would not sign to sponsor some athletically-minded scrounger as he was planning to cycle, or run, or swim so many miles.
I used to hold in high esteem the R.N.L.I. charity, and indeed used to donate to its war-chest, because the rescue craft are expensive to build and maintain, but mainly because the roll-call of those who manned those life-saving craft were heroes, and were the true volunteers. I no longer donate to that worthy cause, because I discovered that the higher management echelons of the Lifeboat Charity were in fact making a very, very good living off of our donations, and as more and more cash was being sucked off to feed the high salaries, and of course pension fund pots of this echelon, less was being devoted to the provision of rescue craft around our coastlines.
The Chief Executive received emoluments of £133,593 (2012: £134,249) in 2013. In addition, he participated in the standard RNLI defined contribution pension scheme, which is available to all RNLI employees.
So, when we read of the Spanish priest who were volunteering at a hospital in Liberia, was infected and wasTRANSPORTED back to Madrid, and before dying passed on this deadly disease to at least one nurse, who has most likely infected many more before she also kicks the bucket; when we read of the lax attitude of Public Health England, which states that profiling and inspecting all who travel from West Africa is not necessary: which attitude has only now been changed because even politicians accept that some effort must be made to stop this disease before it commences wiping out their own families: what should our attitude be to any who willingly go into such danger because ‘THEY CAN HELP’?
The starkest, but also the most lunatic story is not of the late isolation of the lying and now of course dead Liberian who flew to America despite knowing he had been in direct contact with the dying and the disease-ridden inhabitants of the cess-pits around the slums of Monrovia, but of the true idiots who marched, and waved their fists in anger, and threatened the very people who were trying to eradicate this dread and deadly disease; all because the Spanish police were sent to kill the bloody dog which was stroked, and patted, and petted, by the same nurse who now lies gravely ill with Ebola. The mob was angry, not because some woman was dying, but because her bloody DOG was, in the terms so beloved of these creeping morons, put to sleep!