Bank Run Dec 7th 2010....

The French (bless their little cotton floppy hats) are calling for a run on all the banks in the EU, what a spiffing idea folks, lets all take our money out of the banks on the same day and show this system up for what it is, let us little people do something that makes our so called self styled masters sit up and take notice let us for once give them a good kick in the BANKERS!!!!

 Bank run here!!!

For once they have come up with a great idea, it really is time to stick it to TPTB, imagine the chaos, imagine the fear running through the veins of the cold blooded lizards that control the money supply.....IMAGINE!!! I dare you!

What you see is what you get...if youre lucky!!

Pretty is she not?
I think so, what she might think of me and my chances are of course up to her, but whatever, I like looking at her and the women like her that inhabit my world. Some may call me names like "dirty old man" etc. but I really do not care what they think!
Women have every right to be free to dress as they wish, however, and the point of this post really, I do not include in that right the complete covering of anyone, male or female, and I will give you some reasons why.
When I can see a face I can tell whether the person it belongs to is happy or sad, in need of help or content to rely upon themselves...many things can be told from a face for those observant enough to percieve!

For an old man like me there is a certain pleasure in the sight of a pretty young thing dressed to thrill her intended quarry (whoever that may be), we have fought against repression for hundreds of years in this country, we have fought for the right and the safety for these young things (and the not so young things) to express themselves as they wish, and I for one would not see them stopped from doing so. In my lifetime I have seen fashion go round full circle through mini skirts, midi's, maxi's and back again...
and I would much, much rather see this...

or this

or this

than this

or this

Why?

well not as you might think because I can see more flesh and become excited by the sight of it (thats just a nice side effect) but more because I can see the faces of the women, and the less clothing (or tighter) the less I have to worry that they are hiding something beneath the cloth they wear. For instance I do not have to worry that what is beneath the robe and veil is one of these...

Possibly carrying one of these...

or maybe the robe wearer, male or female, is wearing one of these...

I do not like to feel unsafe within the borders of my own country, and the truth is that anybody wearing clothing which is so all enveloping, and of a religion which espouses violence towards me and my kind, IS a potential threat, no matter how innocent they may compain they really are. Also women who wear as little as this

rarely are able to hide abuse such as this

This is the result of 50 lashes for appearing before men not of her family wearing less than the full niquab, even though such a thing may have been unintentional/accidental. I do not agree with this sort of brutality at all, and will always defend a womans right to be safe, wearing whatever she likes, but NOT to hide permanently behind a winding sheet which will serve just as well as her death shroud!

Ladies of the world should be celebrated for their beauty, and their freedom to cleave to any one of us 'men' should be her choice and decision, the wearing of the Burkha and Niquab is nothing short of a kind of chastity belt for a slave!

For any who may disagree with me, I would suggest that you go to a country that requires the wearing of such garments, for you really do not wish to be a part of this 'my' country, or you would live by the mores of this country, and respect the fact that the Burkha especially, can and does seperate you from us and causes fear and revulsion.

I admit this 'my' society has many things wrong with it but it does not need or wish to be taken over by a fundamentalist religion which forbids half of itself from showing their face!

Sudden onset planephobia?, or what...

Does it come as any surprise that one should become scared of flying?

Obviously when you spend many hours in a plane every year for years on end one must at some time realise that although the odds of anything untoward happening to the particular flight you are on/going to be on are supposedly infinitesimally small they must shorten with every new airborne sortie...

Even with all the pre flight checks and safety proceedures, even with hightened security at airports and on the planes themselves, there is always the possibility of an unknown element, a serendipitous mischance, a gremlin in the works.

Is this why there seems to be a new found reluctance for certain persons to venture across the pond?

Certain persons, who until recently were forever popping backwards and forwards across the briny to the USof A. Persons who may be considered to be seasoned travellers suddenly developing a simultaneous aversion to flight!!....?

Can there be another explanation?

Can there be any other reason why these people should so suddenly not wish to be in the company of their old friends and colleagues? Surely not!!

These old friends only want a little chat...nothing too serious...just a few outstanding questions need answering...

Is this any cause for fear...

My guess is that they know that it is and are reluctant , not to fly, but to set foot in the jurisdiction of the USofA who are renowned for their hospitality to people they think may be able to help their enquiries. Even keeping some of such people in luxurious hotels in the tropics for years on end  and to prevent any hint of boredom setting in even go to the extraordinary extent of flying their guests to other hotels around the world for periods of R&R.

I wonder if these certain persons have come to the realisation that biting the hand that puts your poodle snacks in your dish is a very silly thing to do, especially when that hand belongs to a feeder that,

a) doesnt like poodles, 

b)only kept the poodle whilst it was in the prime of life and able to service the keepers wishes, and 

c) not only owns guns (lots of them) but actively likes going around blasting the bejasus out of small furry animals for the fun of it!!!

Ooooo poodlekins, I really hope for your sakes that there is NO skeleton buried in your flower bed...I really hope that you are blameless (as if) in this instance, for remember the keeper was happy enough to go off to WAR on the strength of a very flimsy dossier of dodgy claims not so long ago...and who knows what they have been told recently concerning certain things with a Libian flavour...

Oh I do so hope that you will all be extraordinarily renderred, I do so hope that they will waterboard the 'truth' out of you.

It probably will not happen, but I for one will go to bed with a happy little smile on my face thinking of you cowardly bastards bricking it at the thought that your game may have completely unravelled on you...

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAAAAAA!!!!

I shall dream sweet dreams tonight, hahahahahaaaa!

Hey why don't you blame your inability to fly on BA strikes or volcanic ash, or just admit to having no cajones!!