Everyday when I’m away
I’m thinking of you
Everyone can carry on
Except for we two.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

Everyday when I’m away
And there’s been a few
Every land I need a hand
To help me come through.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

And you know that our love
And you know that I
And you know that our love won’t die.

And it won’t even show
And no-one will know
One little wave
To say you’ll behave
It won’t even show
How far love can go.

The best journalists in the world are the ones who seek and publish the truth, especially when it is detrimental to their own wellbeing.

The audience with a real desire for fact, is the one that does not accept mainstream news as being tangible or honest. The people who stray off the media beaten track to find honest reporting, are rewarded with the truth. It is not always good to hear, but it is the only acceptable information worth listening to.

Some people just want to hear, what they want to hear. It is far more comfortable for them not to have the boat of their belief system rocked, lest they get splashed with the waves of reality.

Some people go through life accepting information that unprincipled people want them to believe. Other people search for truth and believe the unaccountable should be held to account. Whistle-blowers can have their lives ruined for revealing unfavourable practises towards society, but their honour and integrity remains intact.

The people-of-power wage a war of character assassination against those who speak out against corrupt behaviour. The baddies proclaim that they are the goodies. They will comfortably annihilate countless people and maintain that they are righteous.

In the age of information technology, there is a lot of information easily available, but unfortunately it is also convenient for spreading lies and propaganda. The deeper you search for the truth, the more you will find out things you do not like, but you will be far more enlightened. Only the truth matters.

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
It’s here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again

 

Deep and dark was the night
that descended upon me
No light, no tunnel, no sound

Your love had evaporated
Into another solar dimension
No heat, no appetite, no rebound

I thought we were walking
To the beat of our hearts
No more, no hope, no inbound

I will start at the beginning again
Like square one on a board game
For love, for joy, for a sunny turnaround

But I will never forget you
Or how much you gave me
For ever, because, I was spellbound

I got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a heart rush
Ain’t slowing down
I got it real bad
Want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh
She’s giving you now

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, ’cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, ’cause maybe then
You’d want me just as much
I got a girl crush
I got a girl crush

I don’t get no sleep
I don’t get no peace
Thinking about her
Under your bed sheets
The way that she’s whispering
The way that she’s pulling you in
Lord knows I’ve tried,
I can’t get her off my mind

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, ’cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blonde hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, ’cause maybe then
You’d want me just as much
I got a girl crush
I got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a heart rush
It ain’t slowing down

This is the latest book from Paulette at The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap. Profits from her books go to help rescue dogs from kill shelters.

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With courage, depth, and passionate insight, bestselling author Paulette Mahurin captures the horrors of the German occupation of France. Where Irises Never Grow tells the story of how one book that escaped Nazi confiscation moved through time holding a cryptic note. Unraveling its mystery brings the reader to Lyon, France. It is there war, in all its bloodstained pathos, is witnessed through the escalating cruelty of the Vichy regime. Particularly impacted is the Legrand family. Thrown into a whirlwind of turmoil they struggle to help the Resistance while maintaining deceitful relations with the government. As the Nazis move toward occupying southern France, the duplicity unravels along with all the Legrands are protecting. Their struggle is raw. Uplifting. Nothing is held back in depicting the horrors inflicted on innocent people by the corrupt tyrannical despots. But this is more than a story of war. It is a story of friendship and loyalty. Of love and sacrifices. And choices for ultimately it is a story that shines a light on the fundamental urge by decent human beings to do right by another, to stand tall no matter the risk when millions stood silent. Where Irises Never Grow will linger in the readers gut and mind long after the last page is finished.”

Ordinary people are important to me
Privileged self-entitled people are of no interest to me until they discover humility.

I felt compelled to write about contrasting bits of news I read on Wednesday and Thursday. On Wednesday the band Deacon Blue received an award from a radio show for Scotland’s Greatest Song. The song is from 1987 and is called Dignity. The lyrics, below, are about a man who works for the Council cleaning streets and he saves money over the years to buy a boat.

In the small town where I grew up, I became friendly with a man who swept litter from the streets when I was a teenager. He was a clever man who impressed me with his wisdom. When I became older, I often chatted to him in the pub. He always had something interesting to say.

Nobody thought any less of this man because of his occupation. Every town, no matter the size, needs somebody for every job in order to keep all the cogwheels of society running. A street cleaner’s job is just as important as other jobs, because for a modern society to function properly every job has to be fulfilled.

Today I read about Gavin Williamson, a Tory MP for the UK government, who said the UK got the Pfizer vaccine first because it’s a much better country. The Education Secretary told LBC that the UK has “the very best people”, adding “they are better than those in France, Belgium or the United States.”

Explaining why he believes the UK was the first to approve the Covid-19 vaccine, Williamson said: “Well I just reckon we’ve got the very best people in this country and we’ve obviously got the best medical regulators.”

“Much better than the French have, much better than the Belgians have, much better than the Americans have.”

“That doesn’t surprise me at all because we’re a much better country than every single one of them aren’t we.”

As far as I am concerned, people who have humility are superior to people who consider themselves and their like to be superior.

____________________

Deacon Blue – Dignity

There’s a man I meet, walks up our street
He’s a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip off nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never thinks to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag
The children call him Bogie
He never lets on
But I know ’cause he once told me
He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty
He’s gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her Dignity

And I’ll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I’ll be on my holidays
They’ll be doing their rounds
They’ll ask me how I got her I’ll say, “I saved my money”
They’ll say, “Isn’t she pretty? That ship called Dignity”

And I’m telling this story
In a faraway sea
Sipping down raki
And reading Maynard Keynes
And I’m thinking about home and all that that means
And a place in the winter for dignity

And I’ll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I’ll be on my holidays
They’ll be doing the rounds
They’ll ask me how I got her I’ll say, “I saved my money”
They’ll say, “Isn’t she pretty? That ship called Dignity”

Stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up
Yeah, stand it up again, stand it up again, stand it up again, stand it up again
Stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up, stand it up
Yeah, stand it up again, stand it up again, stand it up again, stand it up again

And I’m thinking about home
And I’m thinking about faith
And I’m thinking about work
And I’m thinking how good it would be
To be here some day

On a ship called Dignity
A ship called Dignity
That ship

There is a myth about “Gateway Drugs” that has been disproved, but has started to perpetuate again. The words below, which have been attributed to Russel Brand, explain concisely what the gateway is.

“Cannabis isn’t a gateway drug.
Alcohol isn’t a gateway drug.
Nicotine isn’t a gateway drug.
Caffeine isn’t a gateway drug.

Trauma is the gateway.
Childhood abuse is the gateway.
Molestation is the gateway.
Neglect is the gateway.

Drug abuse, violent behaviour, hyper sexuality and self-harm are often symptoms (not the cause) of much bigger issues. And it almost always stems from a childhood filled with trauma, absent parents, and an abusive family.

But most people are too busy laughing at the homeless and drug addicts to realise your own children could be in their shoes in 15 years.

Communicate. Empathise. Rehabilitate.”

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