.

.Just an update on the Link

.

Just found the link which leads to my BOOK,
freshly published, available now and; even though I say it myself, readable!

.

Someone, anyone, should tell me why we, the British public, are funding thousands of young and mature people in their personal dreams of ‘glory’ in Olympic sporting activities!

I heard this morning in a short broadcast, shorter than normal because I switched the damn voices off earlier than the end, of the prowess and training activities of some of the thirty-odd children who accompanied Sebastian Coe when he made his pitch to the International Olympic Committee in Singapore. Their addition to the cavalcade, replacing the usual politicians on tax-paid junkets, was regarded as a master-stroke of marketing. So we are in the midst of spending some £9,300,000,000, which is quite a rise frrom the original estimate of £2,300.000,000 on the beanfeast spread over seventeen days of the Olympics. Not forgetting the further seven or eight days during the Para- Olympics,when the sick and lame stagger round the track waving at their proud Daddies who incidentally will provide the majority of the audience for that portion of this extravaganza.

But what caught my attention was the entourage which makes up the training cohort for these self-absorbed clowns who all want their ‘moment of glory’. We have to provide a personal trainer, a sports coach, a dedicated medical team (shared) and of course a Mum or Dad who are convinced that their offspring must be the greatest to come down the highway towards that great red marker tape in the sky. We also heard of one young man who had ‘just’ finished outside of the qualifying times, and how his parents had ensured his retrial status (probably by blackmail or physical threats against the selectors). We also heard how he couldn’t even get out of bed early enough to arrive on time for a training event! Sounds to me as though they ought to be trained in how to behave as normal human beings first, and then to find out if they are any good at what ever they choose to do, whether it be lurching, strangling or drowning!

In my time, if any of my compatriots thought that they were any good at sports, they worked hard, got stuck in and never ever dreamed of ‘sponsorship’. It seems a far cry from todays little heroes, who won’t move a muscle until the funding is in place!

And, just as an afterthought, when was it first considered ‘acceptable’ to haul a list around an office or workplace, morally blackmailing all your colleagues to provide funding for some ‘charity’ under the name of ‘Sponsorship’, while performing some unusually sweaty activity which you would have done anyway because you enjoy it?

p.s. When I was approached by a colleague, while on an office-based contract, I told him just to leave me out; and the whispers about the tight-fisted contractor went around faster than any olympic record ever broken! Funny that!

Bah; Humbug!

I wish to write in remembrance of someone I have never met, never will meet, and in the normal course of events would never have even heard of his name!

Joseph Reina Jr., a manager of operations at Cantor Fitzgerald, met the love of his life in 1996 while on vacation in Cancun, Mexico.

Actually, he first talked to the former Lisa Donoso on the telephone — about bonds — when she worked at Gruntal & Co., Manhattan.

“We realized we were going to Cancun at the same time and thought it was a strange coincidence,” she recalled. “We met at a club, but didn’t meet until the last night — so we didn’t have much time to hang out. Then we were on the same flight home.”

Before they knew it, a relationship was blooming. The couple became engaged in 1998 and married a year later.

On Sept. 11, Mr. Reina gave his half-awake wife, then nine months’ pregnant, a smooch and then kissed her stomach.

It was the same morning routine for almost two years of marriage. But those kisses were the last they shared. Mr. Reina is among those missing from the World Trade Center disaster.

Mrs. Reina, who was home from work for her first week of maternity leave, was asleep that Tuesday when the phone rang at 9:01 a.m.

“All I heard was static — like a cell phone couldn’t connect,” said the 31-year old Annadale resident. “So I don’t really know if he tried to call.”

Mr. Reina, 32, a Brooklyn native, spent 14 years with Cantor Fitzgerald and worked his way up to a manager of operations on the 101st floor of 1 World Trade Center.

“Our lives just started. He just worked so we could have things. The most important thing for him was taking care of us,” said Mrs. Reina, who now works for Bear Stearns & Co.

“He had a great sense of humor. He could turn any bad situation upside down and into a good one,” said Mrs. Reina.

Mr. Reina moved to New Springville in 1984 and then to Annadale when he married in 1999.

A graduate of Port Richmond High School, where he played baseball, Mr. Reina played first base and pitched for the Cantor Fitzgerald softball team. He was an avid Jets and Yankees fan.

“He loved to travel. We’d go on at least three or four trips a year. I’m glad that he went and got to see so many places in his short life,” said Mrs. Reina. The couple’s son, Joseph Robert Reina, was born on Oct. 4. “He looks exactly like his daddy,” said Mrs. Reina.

“It kills me that he never had one second with his son,” said Mrs. Reina. In addition to his wife, Lisa, and his son, Joseph, Mr. Reina is survived by his parents, Rosemarie and Joseph Reina; his brother, Michael; his sister, Joann, and several nieces and nephews.

His life ended as a bunch of fanatics ploughed their jet-fuel laden aircraft into the main core of 1 World Trade Centre.

He died, along with 2,995 other innocents, in the cause of a Muslim fanatic’s mad ramblings; in the name of their god. He died because he was there, because he went to work, because the killers thought it would create the headlines and publicity which they craved.

They got their headlines; they received their publicity, but hopefully, the sacrifice of Joseph Reina Jr. , along with the 2995 others who died on that sad day in September, will be remembered long after the very memories of the hate-filled fools who planned these murders drift away with the winds.

Post created as part of Project 2996.

Just thought I’d put some pix up of a few boys and girls who died without knowing that their sacrifice helped prop up one of the most corrupt and crime-ridden so-called governments that have ever sat in power in the history of this sad, sad world.

Registered voters……….80,000 in Helmand Eastern Sector

Actual votes cast………..150

Country where shambles was located………….Afghanistan

Which is ten thousand miles from us!                      Funny old world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the Afrikaners hauled up the surrender flag on Apartheid, as a direct result of econnomic sanctions from, amongst others, the holier-than-anyone  America, Britain and the fellow-travellers in Europe, it was forecast that the Millenium had arrived early, that the magic Vote would give everyone happiness, health, prosperity and a country which would thrive under Black ANC rule.

So, after the 1994 elections, and the fifteen years since then, how do things look?

Peace, prosperity, and the good way forward in Black South Africa?

Not really! With an annual murder rate of 25,000, and a Health Service on the point of collapse, riots in Pretoria between the police and the Army, looks like a typical Black-ruled cess-pit, aggravated by a Communist rule which, through a mixture of ideology and stupidity, had brought a First World economy to the point of collapse!

Give these people a Country? I wouldn’t give them the sweat off my socks!

Just a note to advise that I am sending my novel manuscript off today to a PUBLISHER!

Wish me luck!

Made the short trip this morning to our local sports centre/gym, where I labour for some thirty-odd minutes, five days a week in the losing battle of trying to keep fit / losing weight.

I don’t really want to do this, it’s just that if I don’t, and my exceedingly forthright daughter finds out, she will verbally batter me once more into submission! So I walked in, handing my card across to be scanned, and stopped short as I read the labelling on a storage box held on a shelf. The label read ‘Stationary’, and of course I first agreed completely, as it wasn’t moving, but then realised that the label was in fact misspelt, the intent was obviously to advise where a certain type of paper was being stored.

Now most, certainly of those who actually spotted and understood this error would just shrug and move on, but I asked the guy behind the counter if he was aware the the spelling on the label was incorrect, and was he was going to change it? His reply to the effect that it wasn’t doing any harm, and that was how the box had arrived, dismayed me!

My view on spelling, certainly in places which are funded by taxpayers money, is that it should always be correct, because we pay large amounts of money to get people to allegedly work in these places, and they should be of a sufficient standard of education so that simple errors in spelling, as well as mistakes in grammar and usage, simply are not tolerated!

On my way home, I passed a pub, and on the side of the pub was the notice, ‘Delivery’s at the back’.       I rest my case!

I consider myself a moderate in Right-Wing terms. I do not hate anyone, but am repelled by many who hold opinions and activities which may very well harm both my family, my friends and my country. I am not readily drawn into anger, nor do I hold with those that do allow their anger to be reflected in unlawful or deadly acts. My elder brother, whom I have written about before in terms of his aptitude with things mechanical and electrical, considers me in political terms a ‘fascist’ whose political bedfellows include Nick Griffin and the shades of that well-loved human rights activist Adolf Hitler, but I just smile and worry about his blood pressure. So you can maybe understand and accept that I am a typical Englishman, with all my faults and virtues on show, for I do not dissemble well, and tend to speak as I find.

So you can maybe understand why a fellow customer of the supermarket cafeteria, where I was having coffee with my wife, felt compelled to approach me and state that I was not alone in my utter anger and disgust at the further revelations of the activities of the thieves and vagabonds who masquerade as Members of Parliament at Westminster. I was reading the pages of the Telegraph which showed both the pages of various politician’s expenses and allowances with what was considered to be ‘sensitive’ or ‘personal’ material redacted or blanked out, and the newspapers’ version which had only such details as addresses and phone numbers blanked, and the difference was sufficient to make me furious, with both the clutch of thieves in Westminster and with myself and my Country! My reactions must have been strong, because many others looked around, and being English of course, sideways and silently, at this bearded elderly man thumping the table in visible anger and rage whilst reading the columns of a newspaper! We have been fools for too long, and we should be collectively ashamed of ourselves for even believing or listening to this pack of liars and knaves!

We must rid ourselves of this den of thieves, not in anger but in cold deliberation, because by the very fact that these pages were published by the Westminster gang after the knowledge that the cat was indeed out of the bag, and, in the words of many Victorian melodramas, ‘All is Known’! They didn’t even have the brains to overcome their huge arrogance and acknowledge that they had gone beyond the limits of British Tolerance.

As others before me have quoted from a historic figure in British history, I can but utilise his immortal phrases again, because there is no other way to tell these clowns that the jig is up, and they are for the collective high jump:

“You have been sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you.

In the name of God, go!.”

Got a sight of Guido’s latest post, and reckoned it was well worth the wait!

Is this McNulty’s First or Second Skip?

Nicholas Winterton; Ann Winterton, Douglas Hogg, Andrew Mackay; all these thieves are stating that they are not standing for re-election. The first two, notable for claiming some £80,000 for a flat owned by a trust controlled by THEIR CHILDREN, are stating they cannot keep up with the ‘hectic pace’ of politics! The other thieves are just as glib, and just as bad, and just as guilty!

They should all be sitting in police cells on multiple charges of THEFT!