If you can’t take it as well as you dish it out, don’t bother!

I do not, normally, take heed or notice of what is written about me when those comments are aimed at what I write, or opinions which I hold to. I have been named as worse than dirt, I have been told that my views are abhorrent, ( I really appreciated that one because it was obvious that that particular slice of vitriol came from a person with a fair standard of education); in other words, to those who oppose me and those like me; I am truly a lost cause, or alternatively one of the Third Reich’s outriders.


It doesn’t worry me, for what are these barbs but attempts to impale or offend me by means of words on a computer screen? I do not take offence lightly, and naturally; I attempt to phrase the messages I broadcast so that the readers understand that I do not wish them ill, even if I disagree with them so strongly.


But very, very occasionally, I read something which cast a nasty aspersion not only against me, but also my family; and to that I take very strong exception. I wrote a letter to a local newspaper which stirred up a veritable hornet’s nest of vitriol, most of which was slung straight back at me: I just smiled and continued writing exactly the same; but one comment was both deeply distasteful as well as being deeply personal. I e-mailed the news editor, and that insult disappeared within minutes.


One of my recent blog posts was mirrored and linked on another blogsite, and a third blogger picked up the message within my post, and came out with a vitriol- and obscenity-laced posting which was just plain nasty. After mulling things over for more than a few days, I decided to approach the Website Hosting company, asking if I had a case to have that particular post removed.


Seems I did, for the message on the screen where the blogger used to write reads simply :-


The author has deleted his posts, and closed blogging down.


Job Done!

***** your baubles, meet a hero.

Forget the showbiz moochers, ignore the councillors and the alleged ‘civil servants’; only one name stands above and beyond. As a symbol of over 55,000 veterans of Bomber Command, who were so disgracefully ignored for so long; as a man who flew, and fought, and took the war to those who blatantly made war on civilians: I give you Johnny Johnson!


But even in his twilight years, as he approaches the end of memories; all the bastards awarded him was a bloody M.B.E. A man who flew in that long, bloody campaign against the Nazis, a symbol of the bravest of the brave; a man who deserved the highest honour which could be bestowed: and he is listed along with the ‘Buggins’, with the ‘Charity workers’, and set lower than the puffed-up council chairmen who get the knighthoods.


Somehow, I do believe that that brave man should have quietly stated that he didn’t want it, because the MBE is for the camp followers, not for a man who placed his life on the line in the Service of his Country!

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