I am tired of the lies and the deceit
I am tired of all the broken promises
You not only manipulated me, but my friends too

People tolerate bad relationships
For far too long, purely out of habit,
But this cruelty has to come to an end

I have had enough of your pernicious ways
And I want to get far away from you as possible,
You are the worst government I have ever had!


I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one

Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday…

A local business was looking for office help and put up sign stating the following: “HELP WANTED. Must be able to type, must be good with a computer and must be bilingual. We are an Equal Opportunity Employer.”

A short time afterwards, a dog trotted up to the window, saw the sign and went inside. He looked at the receptionist and wagged his tail, then walked over to the sign, looked at it and whined.

Getting the idea, the receptionist got the office manager. The office manager looked at the dog and was surprised, to say the least. However, the dog looked determined, so the manager led him into the office.

Inside, the dog jumped up on the chair and stared at the manager. The manager said “I can’t hire you. The sign says you have to be able to type.” The dog jumped down, went to the typewriter and proceeded to type out a perfect letter.

He took out the page and trotted over to the manager and gave it to him, then jumped back on the chair. The manager was stunned, but then told the dog, “The sign says you have to be good with a computer.”

The dog jumped down again and went to the computer. The dog proceeded to open and use all the productivity software. By this time the manager was totally dumbfounded!

He looked at the dog and said “I realize that you are a very intelligent dog and have some interesting abilities. However, I still can’t give you the job.”

The dog jumped down and went to a copy of the sign and put his paw on the sentence about being an Equal Opportunity Employer.

The manager said, “Yes, but the sign also says that you have to be bilingual.”

The dog looked at the manager calmly and said, “Meow.”

The original source of the text in this post is unknown to me.

Paulette’s latest book “Over the Hedge”, is out now, but this is not just about advertising her book. It always pleases me to have an opportunity to say a kind word about a lady who, along with her husband, has saved a lot of dogs, because profits from her books go to help rescue dogs from kill shelters.

She also helps humans, so the world is a better place for having people like Paulette in it.



Amazon: Paulette Mahurin

Blog: The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap


“Lucky Chops has been unleashing high-energy brassy funk on the world since forming in NYC in 2006. The intensity of the band’s energy is fuelled by their desire to share the healing and inspirational power of music with others. That power has resonated with audiences around the globe, giving the band hundreds of millions of views on their online videos and leading to live performances in more than twenty-five countries. Lucky Chops maintains a busy schedule touring across several continents. The band members are also committed to music education, regularly performing clinics and educational outreaches to help train and inspire the next generation of musicians.”

People’s Assembly – National Demonstration June 26.

Assemble 12 Noon – Portland Place.
March to Parliament Square.

This government has made it clear it wants working people to pay for the coronavirus crisis. Its pitiful offer to the nurses, the public sector pay freeze, lack of sick pay, while contracts are granted to their friends and cronies tells you that.

Meanwhile there are further subsidies to companies while we are facing mass unemployment levels when furlough ends. Employers are going on the offensive, especially with notorious fire and rehire policies, but there has been widespread opposition to this including strike action.

There is visceral anger over the multitude of government failures during the pandemic, with one of the highest Covid death rates in the world. This government has failed us and this will be our first opportunity to take to the streets in opposition.

The Tories are also attempting to use the cover of the pandemic to sneak through the draconian ‘Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill’. Due to reach its final reading in June this bill is an affront to democracy, an assault on our rights to protest and an attempt to silence dissent & opposition to the government. The Tories want to take away our rights to demonstrate for our rights! We cannot let that happen.









Nothing horrifies me more than the idea of finding out a patient’s credit card details before deciding whether to treat them. Most doctors I know feel the same way.

We want a properly funded NHS which supports staff and patients. We don’t want a privatised NHS.




Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods’ creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

I represent the country, yeah, I love the slums
Raised off in the sticks, man this is where I come from
Love cracklin’ corn bread
Collard and corn fed
Southern by the grace of God
And when I’m gone, country dead
I ride them dirt roads, sometimes to reach that destination
Ducked off in Jones woods it’s like I’m always on vacation
Blaze up the bonfire, call up my country folk
Just filled up that mason jar, light the pine and take a smoke
It’s all good, we all fine, Big Marcus brought the moonshine
Kid Rock in the dashboard
Peaches shakin in the moonlight
Somethin bout them backroads stretchin out across the county line
It takes me back to my days of young when my grandma was my sunshine
I love all the things that the country brings
Backroads ridin little country lane
On a front porch with my girl and kids cause the smell of an evenin country rain may not mean that much to some but to me its where my heart belongs
I’m callin on them country roads them the ones that take me home

Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Them country roads mean a lot to me
Georgia mountains, Carolina’s Cherokee, Smokey Mountains in the hills of Tennessee
If you like me you probably agree
Its like something good
Like something sweet
Like something green
Like mamma’s tea
Raised to be how I wanted to be
At the end of the road the sunset is for free
Not tryin to put down the city but these country roads sure are pretty
Times I feel so young for what I know
Damn there’s no place like home
I like to hear some creek I’m flowing down that’s some road I’m goin
Hell yeah that’s where I belong
While we getting there, we all sing along

Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Country roads, (country roads take me home)
To a backwoods creek (sideways down an old dirt road)
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Nuclear warheads expenditure to be increased by more than 40%


The UK government prefers to spend money on weapons of mass destruction (similar to the WMD’s that we invaded Iraq for, only they did not actually have any) than people who save lives.


Nurse’s wages to increase by 1% (minus inflation of 1.5%)


If you are ever unfortunate enough to be in Intensive Care, being looked after by a nurse who has to use food-banks to survive, you can take solace in the knowledge that the government has increased its capability to destroy the planet.

It is Dalek mentality


Years have trailed past like clouds over a country,
And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever,
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery

Which as a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me,
And now these shadows try to recapture me
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour.

These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain
To find the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again.

Everything’s disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain
And you can no longer hear the voice of past harmony.
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken!


Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu

Trecut-au anii ca nori lungi pe şesuri
Şi niciodată n-or să vie iară,
Căci nu mă-ncântă azi cum mă mişcară
Poveşti şi doine, ghicitori, eresuri,

Ce fruntea-mi de copil o-nseninară,
Abia-nţelese, pline de-nţelesuri –
Cu-a tale umbre azi în van mă-mpesuri,
O, ceas al tainei, asfinţit de sară.

Să smulg un sunet din trecutul vieţii,
Să fac, o, suflet, ca din nou să tremuri
Cu mâna mea în van pe liră lunec;

Pierdut e totu-n zarea tinereţii
Şi mută-i gura dulce-a altor vremuri,
Iar timpul creşte-n urma mea… mă-ntunec!

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