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So let's get on with it. We must put the case for Brexit anew. We must take nothing for granted. It doesn't matter what we do with the money. We can put it in the NHS or buy pink elephants with it. The point is it's hard working British peoples' money and it should be spent on them. The EU is not democratic. The people who run it are oligarchical despots - and not benevolent ones either. Paying all this money for "free trade" - what a contradiction in terms! And who benefits? Not the ordinary people who stump up the cash! And why, for this "free trade" do we have to let Brussels/ Strasbourg (EU have two Parliaments) make 59% of our laws? How does that work? Well, it doesn't. We only rubber stamp their commands in our Parliament. We are vassals and our Parliament is a puppet EU...
About to fall off a mountain          It was the end of a hot sticky, day, and I was on the short drive home. I'd put the Sheriff's helicopter back in the hangar, locked up, and departed for the day. Or so I thought.   I was idly listening to Dispatch, when a strange call to the Patrol Commander drew my attention....
Photo:  garion007ph A Blip on the Radar Part 29(C)  "Hotel Excelsior  " Hotel Excelsior, Manilla, Philippines June 1997        For once I was a passenger. Flying back to the Tuna Fields, via scheduled airline to Fiji and Papua New Guinea. With a layover for one night at Manilla....
Photo:  Advocates for Human Rights A Blip on the Radar Part 29B: An Old Sailor's Poem        I remember reading a poem, written by an old seaman. An old tuna fishing captain. In it, he reminisced. About the old days, when Yellow Fin tuna were so large, that the sailors working the nets below the nets being dragged aboard would be...
Die Magd des Herrn (The Lord's Servant) My father takes our dogs to the woods and shoots them when they get too old. Done things are done like this.  The little white church was built with burly hands-- German hands that passed down from man to man to my father.  One town. One church.  The builders build until hands have to rest.  The dogs...
Sonnets For What We Are; Not What We Can Be "Worthy or Worth It?" Words about fruit, and rags, and chaff, all end in cleansing fire--blazing our human mud and baking bricks that rest hard in Your hands.  I think of righteousness like this, fitting a form, something built out of words as old, as mythical, as Abraham.  A man in his story, trading life, a burnt...
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