Whole lotta Rosie..

...or as a very good friend said,

One hundred and eighty!! (*you have to have watched darts to appreciate)
as in;
"and Bullies special prize tonite..MUUUUUUUUUUU!"....in one...

Lets just the say the past couple of days have been rather Pinky and Perky.
As Blondie sang, "hanging on the telephone line"... for three days to be exact and it all ended peacefully at 16.10 today by actually recieving some contact.

I realise it's all cryptic but at this point thats the way it has to remain.

It's been in the air since I watched a rather traumatic documentry on friday evening with the main character being a sodomite, looking like a poor Elvis impression and managing to convince 909 people to do a revolution suicide..Sometimes the iq of Americans is simply astounding...
The man in question is of course the Rev.(NOT) Jim Jones of the imfamous Peoples Temple..
Some stories take the biscuit, this guy was an unopened packet of Cream Crackers..

Talking of Cream Crackers, in the good old days hanging around the playgrounds of Musselburgh and between drinking the thunderbird pocket rockets and shortie Regal we used to have a competition as to who could eat as many Cream Crackers within 60 seconds.
Try it, you'll be surprised how few you get down the old gullet....pass the pocket rocket...

Anyway, back onto the subject of iQ relievement instead of writing up the entire story I suggest strongly you google Jim Jones and read the story..and then think about our own wee Peoples Temple which started in Uppsala by a Mr Ekman. Livets Ord.Same same.I used to work in a building behind their own "temple" called the glass pyramid and we'd catch the crazy sons a bitches in the bushes "talking in tongues"...No shit Sherlock! They'd continue in their duty of dribbling verbal diaria as we'd be digging the foundations. Scarey, and by now they have infiltrated government positions, own huge amounts of uppsala land and are getting away with the same nonesense. Thats how 'ol Jim started, first it was killing a cat with a knife to perform his own funeral and that let on to being an influential person in San Francisco politics. He only left as he was a renowned sodomizer and got caught too many times..
Livets Ord when they first let their policies be known sounded more like a modern nazi party, having open condemnations against handicapped people and gay people..read it, its all on Wikylpedia.Since then they decided to get smart and ripped that page out of their manifesto.
No joke..

So despite a Mr Jones dishing out the Kool aid to 276 children spiked with cyanide and then several hundred "talking in tongues" persons who'd left all behind to move to their new Utopia in South America we still haven't really learned the lesson. It's a bit like cheating on your taxes isn't it. If you try and save a couple of hundred bucks you get caught and fried, if you embezzle millions and get caught you tend to get off with a lighter sentence.'cos we need them people..

Anyway, Jim Jones started the weekend with a cynical view of course and this just seemed to revolve into the weirdest of weekends for a while.
However, despite some rather strange episodes and serious dramas coming to head on saturday the weather was now officially the hottest since the 60's and it was awesome just to lie back and reflect.
Once again I managed to nearly burn my back as by then i wasn't told the secret of being single and getting suntan lotion on your back properly (I know know..)but I decided that I'd ask an old couple if they could help me out and to my amazement they recognised my voice from a radio program I was on last weekend. Cute couple actually and I only had to move further away when all their golden oldies turned up to have some food in Permabils and wheel chairs. The gathering from Highlander didn't really look the same...Nice folks though.

My favorite place to get some zzz's and sun is actually a small park next to a large graveyard which has an interesting engraved sign on the entrance, "Tänk på Döden"- not really sure how this should be translated or if it is indeed an extremely old and rare insight to the driest humour known in Europe..Think of the dead? no..Respect the dead?..Show respect to the graveyard..no sure but it makes for a really quiet place to lie down and reflect.And that just now is major league.

Life's choices can indeed be like a game of chess and you have all the options that you have made available to yourself but now it's time to make a move and the chess clock, like the sands of time, are getting away from you.Do you stay in the comfort zone? That's a nice safe place to be.Right.Or do you throw in the towel, bluff the cards and just take the hardest choice emotionally available. Like chess, your looking to make back and take back several moves later, but do you dare. I don't mean on a financial stage, I mean on the hardest stage of all. The feelings, the emotions, the history, the comfort and reliance stage.Whose move is it anyway and who are we playing against?

After the weekend I started to realise that some things are not as important as others. And with that I will start thinking about my next post and keep things positive, as the sun is shining, the earth is still rotating and despite all the cruelty's going down we still have that move to make.

King to bishop 4?

Time to go and join hands and sing Country Joe Macdonalds 60's "and its 1,2,3,4, what r we fighting for.."or better still, the FISH Cheer...
Give me an F
Give me a U
Give me a C
Give me a K
whats that stand for...


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