This poem, which I’ve pinned to the top of the blog because I like it so much, was my response to the 2012 Daily Mail story, Teenager is arrested for burning poppy on Facebook.
BURNING THE POPPY
I choked back my tears, as I pondered the rhyme
On 11/11, at just the right time,
In my home town square, where the wreaths had been laid
And the mayor wore his chain, and the Last Post was played.
“For their tomorrow we gave our today.”
Shall we squander such sorrow? Throw tomorrow away?
A giddy young man set a poppy alight.
This brave new tomorrow, that’s his human right.
I cannot fathom this young man’s rage,
Which might have “gone viral”, left up on his page.
But was it sincere, the remembrance he tested?
Were we glad or appalled, when this lad was arrested?
This post is about a 2005 “Allman v UK” court case you probably haven’t read about yet.
Transgenderism is gender fraud. Fraud always has victims.
The Learning Summary from the Significant Case Review of murdered toddler Liam Fee, uses the word “mother” twenty times. It does not even use the word “father” once. I couldn’t bear to read it, once I realised that. I really don’t think that any of them wanted to learn anything.
There is a long and noble tradition, in mature liberal democracies like our British one, of people putting up patiently with bitter but polite speeches made by defeated would-be elected politicians, for whom too few had voted. Speeches, that is, putting these election losers’ spins on events, typically explaining how their defeats, and their conquerors’ electoral victories over them, might only have been merely “Pyrrhic”, after all. (You know – the Tories won the election, but Labour were the “real” winners, or vice versa – that sort of daft rhetoric.) Continue reading
On and off, Gagged Dad and I have blogged on this website about his court case against Cornwall Council, and the facts behind it, for almost four years now. Judgment was at last handed down on 28th April 2017.
The blog posts that tell Gagged Dad’s story-so-far, are all together in one place now. The title of the earliest of those posts in the entire series, which first broke the news story, before it turned into a court case, and which told it simply, and (the High Court has confirmed) truthfully, as near as dammit, was
Two year-old’s contact stopped with ‘homophobic’ dad
I am the Christian Peoples Alliance (CPA) candidate in the North Cornwall parliamentary constituency, in the British general election on 8th June 2017.
I live in Launceston.
The bells of York Minster sound out for Easter
“Oranges and limes!”, began one of the chimes,
“Ee, it’s good to be back, though m’ rope’s a bit slack.”
“What I want to know,” said the bell that sounds So,
“We was laid off, but what were t’ reason for that?”
“I don’t rightly know”, said t’ great bell tuned Do.
(False ending – i.e. slight pause, during which people who think the song has already finished may start to applaud, only to be interrupted by the the start of the next verse.)
“I’ve news about that”, piped oop t’bell tuned Bb.
“News? Pray announce!”, clanged several at once.
The UK trying to leaving the EU may turn out to be like Captain Yossarian trying to leave the air force, in Catch-22. I have written a song about this, entitled, “There’s a hole in my Brexit.” Here are the lyrics.