Night Highway Repair

I was a bit perturbed to see this monster outside my window the other night.  There had been some noise further up the road but I did not expect a Dinosaur type machine to look in on me.

He had disappeared by morning and much later on Friday evening he turned up again, along with several large trucks.  There was much to-ing and fro-ing by these vehicles, men in bright orange suits pointing fingers this way and that while the late shoppers at Sainsburys tried to get home.

Eventually, late on, they managed to get under way.  Grumbling re the state of the potholes has risen considerably in recent days.  The road here, once made stable by Roman soldiers giving it the name 'Stane Street,' now known by less happy terms as holes appeared everywhere.  The building of two blocks of houses on either side of the road did not help, Gas, Electric and Water all took turns in digging up the road and then doing it all over again for the other side of the street.  Then faults occurred and they had to do it all over again.  Some of the workers offered to camp in the park to save time coming and going!  The temporary patches put on the road after this did not go down well with the locals, many spleens were vented!  Being some 15 years or so since this was last resurfaced the County Council has decided to resurface now.  How long will this last I wonder?

Scrape the surface and dump it straight into the lorry in front.  The Roman soldiers slogging their way along the road would have loved this machine.  I wonder how much this costs?  I must say I have not been so fascinated with men working on the roads since I was coming up for 3.  Way back then I remember what I am sure was a steamroller used by the men creating the roads in our new housing estate.  Over the Brazier hung 'Tate & Lyle' syrup tins from a short improvised metal handle.  This was their tea!  No fancy mugs in those early 50s days. 

Being right outside my window I was not going to miss this, even though I was slouched in bed when they began.  Efficiently they removed the surface, slowly walking the great machine along, careful guiding required.  Alongside the men swept the pavement clean of dust, I had to do my own window, nose and throat myself, as they followed the craft alongside.  Quite why they all wore hard Hats when nothing was going to fall on their heads was not explained. 

The sky, being almost Mid Summer, was brilliant, deep red as the night wore on.  Well after 10:30 when I managed to take that shot.

 
See how clear it is at that time, the youths happily exchanging drugs unafraid of the police who cannot get past the men working on the road way.  Clearly this lot work together often, such teamwork requires practice.  Scraping the ground requires a truck to move in front of the machine while manoeuvring backwards and forwards to fill the truck evenly.  Then when laying the tar similarly a truck has to load the laying machine carefully, tipping it's load without covering everyone in road surface.

As the light faded various machines and men in yellow outfits wandered about.  Here they were working around an electric 'hole in the road,' doing their best not to destroy it.

Filling the beast while blurring my picture.

The first layer goes down, more to come tonight I understand, and it surprised me how hard the layer was.  The men walking on it left no impression behind.  The smell of tar is much better than the dust that was flying about earlier.

Such jobs involve much intense work followed by lots of standing about while the machine gets refilled, the men in charge discuss the next move, or some hold up arrives.  The workers appeared to get on well with the few people passing by.  The wage may be quite good, especially as most of the work is done at night.

What happened to the large machinery I do not know, I awoke to find this man running about and others painting temporary white lines in the road.   There is more disruption to follow but as far as I can see they have done it with little stress on others, not counting the Sainsburys lorry that arrived at the wrong time, and left little mess.  The cynics this morning still did not appear full of joy at the work.  I think they are hoping it fails so they can say "I told you so!"

Something different

 

Something different from the virus and shambolic politicians.

Second Covid 19 Virus Wave approaching

I notice how the media today is filled with people desperate to get into the local pub.  Café's and restaurants seek urgently to open, at least in part, and it appears the threat of a deadly virus has faded somewhat.
It is understandable that a business wishes to reopen, much loss has occurred and many may never recover, this is extremely sad, especially for the small coffee shop close by that we had begun to frequent on occasion, I doubt he can have much cash put aside.  MP's and MSPs are pressurising the leaders to reopen everywhere, Cafes, restaurants, shops, Zoo's, almost anything and everything that has been closed down.  Of course in some areas the public reaction has been to make out Lock Down has ended anyway so lets just get on with it.
There is a problem with this, Covid 19 is still around.  What drugs that have been found to work are still only a partial help, and then only for some.  The deadly virus is still with us and while returning to normal is good it may also be deadly! 

Only a few days ago while I was out there were few people to be seen.  Tonight I visit Sainsburys and the car park is busy.  While we all avoid one another it is clear people have forgotten about the danger.  This is not completely forgotten just pushed to the side a wee bit.  I suspect large town centres where large shops are considering opening are less safe than Sainsburys.
The second wave is on the way...

Facebook, Twitter, Google and Amazon...

Facebook, Twitter, Google and Amazon are some of the social media I have been indulging in recently.  Nothing has satisfied and all appears rather dismal in truth. 
Facebook, of course went wonky after the last Microsoft download, other things now work, once I have found the fault, but facebook is dead.  I may produce a new page later but for now it lies forgotten.
Twitter I use for most of my up to date information about the real world, mostly useful.  These recent days have been dire however.  The news is depressing, little of astounding interest appears, and Boris still lies all day and gets away with it.  
Google of course remains Google.  A helpful site if you seek information and wish them to store all the info connected to you and your 'friends' in their underground servers somewhere under Greenland. 
I am choosing to use Duck Duck Go more often, they claim you cannot be tracked, but tend to use Bing, which is Microsoft I believe.  Someone somewhere is watching you always.
Amazon.  How can we leave out Amazon?  That nice Jeff Bezos does not get on too well with that nice Donald Trump so that is one good thing to say about him.  What his employees say may be different. 
Just think, we did not require such organisations 25 years ago, how did it all change?  Far seeing individuals?  Clever computer geeks?  What was it that enabled such organisations to rise so quickly and take over much of the world?  Enabled by a public unwilling to read the T and Cs, unless we are lawyers there is little point, and all of us to stupid or without the power to stop them using our, and our friends, and our next door neighbours information as they like, we see them gaining power and money by living of our backs and dumping adverts unwanted upon us.  AdBlockPlus deals with most of these on the laptop, not on the phone, and now YouTube has new adverts on every item that requires individual removal, most annoying.  This, to be honest means I rarely see actual adverts, but they do annoy.
Indeed, I was so weary of social media and the money grab today I forsook it to make soup and a rice based hash that was uneatable.  I will finish that tomorrow.  That took up several hours, most hours spent cleaning up afterwards, and awaiting the heavy rain storms forecast for this afternoon.  Of course one passing cloud has been and gone but no storm so far.
Now it is back to Twitter but little enjoyment to be seen today so far. 
It's being so cheery wot keeps me going.
I've just thought, all that soup I made, I hope it cooled quick enough or it's Ecoli time again...

Sunday Blast

The morning sun greeted me warmly at 6:30 today.  I was so impressed I soon wandered about the town, basically before anyone gets up and annoys me.  I was annoyed enough!  Facebook played up, and how.

So I wandered about, once again being given either 'funny looks' or 50pence for a cup of tea from the occasional passer-by, and slouched home and shaved my beard off and blocked the sink!  Now I had taken precautions, most of this grey mater was dumped by way of a pair of blunt scissors and a magic mirror.  However even so there was sufficient to lead to a desperate grabbing for Sainsburys best sink un-plugger, once I got the blasted thing open that is. Who can open childproof locks other than a child?

So I start again on facebook.  I had two pages, now I have none!  This could of course be Microsoft's fault,the latest download has been causing problems as always, but suddenly things went off.  I got one back but not the other and now I have none.  Obviously a new page can be created, whoopee, but then we have the bother of building it and if I do not open a new page the FBI will be wondering what I am up to, let alone all those marketing men I avoid by using 'Adblock Plus.'  Talking about that you will notice that while Adblock blocks the advert now on YouTube an advert appears, hidden by Adblock, but must be removed before going on.  That is new, Google must be feeling the pinch also, the virus hits home to the real owners of these Digital Giants!

 
Pop-ups!  How they irritate!  Almost every page demands you check the Cookies!  Every other page demands you 'Subscribe' or select a 'Weekly E-Mail,' yet none offer to just leave you alone!  They come in all shapes and sizes, brightly coloured or dull, cheery or despondent but all demanding and in the wrong place!   
Worse than this is the newspapers who insist on putting videos, often totally irrelevant to the story, on the page and opening, sound on and all, whether you like it or not.  Some have 3 seconds for you to decide, 3 seconds that are wasted as the page jumps up and down fitting the basted thing on the page.  When I am king such pop-ups will be banned, videos must be switched on by the reader, not the page, and those who disobey will be Beheaded, twice!   
Yes 'Daily Record' and yes 'Edinburgh Evening News' I mean you!!! 

Empty Saturday

That sums up my day.  Sitting here staring into space, maybe the laptop, occasionally the oven, and once I looked out of the window at the sunshine.   Not much else has been done and it does not look like that will change.  I've read the empty papers, watched yobs through things at one another in central London, grumbled on Twitter and scanned Facebook, and listened to Cello playing on YouTube.  All very nice.  Soon be time for bed, or maybe I will keep an eye on SKY-NEWS and watch the neds being belted...?

Mark Steel

Bit of Migraine tonight and canny stand the bright screen.  So here is an interesting Mark Steel performance from 2015 in Barnard Castle...

USA and Bobby

RNS

This interesting survey shed some light on the attitudes that brought Trump into power.  It reveals that some 6-% of White US evangelicals show some level of discrimination.  While never keen on they way such surveys are worked out the results do not entirely surprise me.  
White Americans are afraid!  That is why they voted for Trump.  
So many US white evangelicals worship an imaginary US rather than  their God.  The impression I get is one where being white, waving a 'Stars & Stripes' flag, having apple pie each day and a son in the military are the main indications you are a true American!
Strange as they are all descended from immigrants.
Of course none mention the holocaust that their predecessors indulged in during the 19th century, slaughtering as many Buffalo and Red Indians as possible to ensure a peace loving 'All American' state.  Some amends have been made, 'Red Indians' are now called 'Native Americans,' even though their situation has not been improved and they all had their own 'Nations' before the Europeans arrived, Cheyenne, Sioux, Apache and the like.  Still, some white hearts eased.
The sad truth is that if you follow Jesus you must put aside your nation.  Jesus comes first.
Unfortunately for many Americans the fear of Black and (now forgotten) Mexicans and Latino's has pushed aside biblical truth.  Instead of trusting Jesus and accepting their concept of nation must change they hide behind Gun law, Conservative all white politicians and a flag.  
Repentance and trust in their God must come before they find peace.  Voting for Trump to end abortion was good, abortion is murder, opposing gay sex is correct, however voting for Trump himself has proved the naysayers right, he is a Broken Reed and must be removed.  National repentance is required for the white evangelical, 40% appear to be there already, the rest must also take this step for Jesus to reign.  It will not be easy.

   

Greyfriers Bobby needs to go... 

can you imagine the trauma cats feel every time they walk past, 

they're never quite sure 

if they're going to be attacked.
Dogs have been attacking cats for thousands of years! 

All we need is a petition... or an hysterical mob!

 (My niece's somewhat sarcastic answer to statue removal!) 

Laff

The Bandwagon Rolls On.

David Hume (1711 - 1776) was famous as what they call a Philosopher, a man who 'thought, spouted his opinions, and appealed to the chattering classes.  One good thing about him was his love of books.  From them he gathered his ideas, annoyed the Kirk of the day, and from his base working in the library poured forth his own books.  He rose in prominence, restricted by his 'atheistic' views from many appointments but remains to this day a favourite among philosophy seeking thinkers.
Naturally all this has been put aside by the mob!
The mob has discovered he thought 'Negroes' to be 'naturally inferior,' an opinion shared by many at the time.  Especially by those who never met any or of they did came across only those native tribes round the coast of Africa.  His morals did not extend to Black men it appears.  This, to the youthful Edinburgh citizen, or student from outside, is anathema!  (If they know what 'anathema' means that is.)
Another who has had his Edinburgh statue graffitied (Is that a word?) is Henry Dundas, the 1st Viscount Melville. (1742 - 1811)  Dundas made use of his Lawyer training by becoming an MP in 1774, like so many of the others.  Climbing high he became Home Secretary, a position he made use of to oppose the end of the slave trade.  He served in several positions, some claimed he was 'King Henry the 9th of Scotland,' and was the last man to be impeached in the UK after money scandals in the Admiralty.  This led to acquittal but the end of his career.
The mob now wish his statue, 150 feet above the square, to be removed!  They can climb up and knock him down if they wish. 
Neither of these men appeal to me.  Their opinions, some forget, were forged in a different age, their attitudes shared by the vast majority.  The majority that bothered that is, like today.
We see now all sorts of men, ignored by most, their stories unknown also, being harangued because of an attitude from the past.  Statues will fall, reputations ruined, today's 'morality' (often unbalanced) imposed on the past.
If we seek out all who have had opinions we dislike, if we remove their statues, their pictures, their offerings and name from the towns, we may find we have nothing left!  Opposing abuse brings home to us how many benefactors were not always nice men.  Their wealth often provided by the work of another, the conditions of work terrible.  But will removing statues change things?
Indeed the danger is twofold.  On the one hand we forget the History of their deeds, that is, those who know their History, it was never taught in my school!  We also become Nazis burning books we do not like.  How far do we go with that?
Debate, certainly, discuss, teach, but let us avoid Mob Rule Bandwagons, there will always be another along in a minute, and we may be under that one.   

Boring Day...

The media being full of nothing but repeats of previous half truths, TV and Radio being full of nothing, my brain being full of less than usual I set out to wander the highways for exercise.
However it quickly became obvious my attempts at previous exercise did not encourage me in going far.  This meant a wander through the town by the back roads, luckily, my dishevelled appearance, my several weeks of beard, my untidy ragged hairstyle all combined to encourage people to put 50p or a £1 coin in my hand, "For a cup of tea," so all was not lost.
I passed the usual spaced queues at the few open shops, spoke in friendly terms while passing grans and granddads making the most of a brief time with the grandchildren, very useful the shops being shut, and met one couple from St Ps so we could gossip awhile. 
We agreed that the excitement of our locked down lives may tell on us one day!
Nice to see other men who desperately need the Barbers back.  
I scraped away the seal from the kitchen once again, that did not last long, and when dry tomorrow will make a mess of replacing it with better stuff.  Then the bath needs redone also, same cheap material, so that is something to look forward to.  So many little jobs to be done, then cupboards to clean out...again.
I suppose everyone had an exciting time out there?

I Wonder...

I was wondering, as I listened to Alistair Begg chat this morning, about the the 'Black Lives Matter' protests.  I mean, protesting a police officer killing someone is fair enough, there are few who would disagree outside f the 'Daily Mail' readership.  There again protests such as this raise the polarisation Trump and his cronies wish to use to get votes.  His voting public mainly still want him to remain.  There again how many parading vociferously in the streets are merely jumping on a bandwagon, this weeks 'cause' and next week back to XR environmentally blocking the streets.  We all like a good cause we can join, this is indeed a good one, but are we now over doing it?
Certainly the wee boys who want to throw things at policemen, loot and destroy will always join one, we saw that yesterday in London,certainly the Right Wing trolls will point the finger everywhere but at the guilty, certainly the media will offer a one-sided untrue story of the proceedings.  
However what is really going on here?
For one thing I have not noticed any remarks re the dead man's life. What was he like?  Had he a record?  Was he decent?  This is important as having seen two men in wheelchairs shot, one shot dead the other by a 'rubber bullet' to the head from close range, we know the police in the US are often thugs.  So what sort of man was George Boyd? I have no idea, and I guess most parading have no idea either.
Brutality from the US cops against a black man is not unusual, why?  Is this because the US culture is 'Shoot first and ask questions later?'  That is a culture many UK servicemen have recognised in times past, it has not changed.  Cops shot at and abused by black men, and women, often involved in drug or other crimes can easily become tempted to consider all blacks the same.  Just as blacks then consider all police the same.  It happens here in the UK just as it has always done.  Bad men have never appreciated the role of the constabulary.
Notice this only concerns Black men and women, Latino's are next when it comes to police abuse in the US, yet they are not mentioned at all, could Blacks be discriminatory?  Or do we not talk about that, and indeed the black on black murders?  No-one among the white chattering class mentions this or the possible causes.  Why?
So we have peaceful protests, a scared desperate President, Brutal police, especially those unidentified, and angst among the caring and the bandwagon jumping set.  
Do 'Back lives Matter?'  Indeed!  'All Lives Matter!'
I put that up on Twitter several times and when I do the white enforcers call me racist!
You see it is one important item that matters, the 'soup of the day' if you like.
The fact is all lives do matter, but Trump has divided the nation, indeed the west, forcing us to take sides,if we don't we are 'racist,' 'wrong,' or at best 'do not understand.'  Poppycock!
We are all human, we all matter, the inept situation in the US should not divide us, instead we ought to recognise what we are.
(Here's the Jesus bit, you can go now)

There was division in the bible.  Jesus made it clear that in following him we could divide our family, lose friends and jobs, become considered enemies of the state, all because we stand up for him. That is the price truth costs.
Paul emphasised the need to stick with those who followed Jesus, not those who followed a differing God.  The OT is full of the people of Israel going their own way and following the world, no good it did them too.
So there is a division in this world, those who follow Jesus and those who do not, there is no other division.  All, whatever colour or lifestyle and called to 'repent' and find forgiveness and new life, no matter the past.  
Indeed 'Black Lives matter' Jesus died for them all, so let them come to him and find real life.  
Indeed 'All Lives Matter' because God loves us all, he died for all, no matter what some evangelicals in the USA Midwest think.  All matter, all require salvation through Jesus cross.

One other thing.  Covid 19, how many will be found to have contacted this horrid virus after parading in the streets?  How many cops will find guns no use against a virus?  Many are annoyed that having remained indoors for the most part others have joined together to spread the virus amongst one another.  I hope they survive.

Fret Not!

A Psalm of David.

Psalm 37

 Fret not yourself because of the wicked,
    be not envious of wrongdoers!
2
For they will soon fade like the grass,
    and wither like the green herb.
3
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
    so you will dwell in the land, and enjoy security.
4
Take delight in the Lord,
    and he will give you the desires of your heart.
5
Commit your way to the Lord;
    trust in him, and he will act.
6
He will bring forth your vindication as the light,
    and your right as the noonday.
7
Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him;
    fret not yourself over him who prospers in his way,
    over the man who carries out evil devices!
8
Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath!
    Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil.
9
For the wicked shall be cut off;
    but those who wait for the Lord shall possess the land.
10
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more;
    though you look well at his place, he will not be there.
11
But the meek shall possess the land,
    and delight themselves in abundant prosperity.
12
The wicked plots against the righteous,
    and gnashes his teeth at him;
13
but the Lord laughs at the wicked,
    for he sees that his day is coming.
14
The wicked draw the sword and bend their bows,
    to bring down the poor and needy,
    to slay those who walk uprightly;
15
their sword shall enter their own heart,
    and their bows shall be broken.
16
Better is a little that the righteous has
    than the abundance of many wicked.
17
For the arms of the wicked shall be broken;
    but the Lord upholds the righteous.
18
The Lord knows the days of the blameless,
    and their heritage will abide for ever;
19
they are not put to shame in evil times,
    in the days of famine they have abundance.
20
But the wicked perish;
    the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures,
    they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.
21
The wicked borrows, and cannot pay back,
    but the righteous is generous and gives;
22
for those blessed by the Lord shall possess the land,
    but those cursed by him shall be cut off.
23
The steps of a man are from the Lord,
    and he establishes him in whose way he delights;
24
though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong,
    for the Lord is the stay of his hand.
25
I have been young, and now am old;
    yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
    or his children begging bread.
26
He is ever giving liberally and lending,
    and his children become a blessing.
27
Depart from evil, and do good;
    so shall you abide for ever.
28
For the Lord loves justice;
    he will not forsake his saints.
The righteous shall be preserved for ever,
    but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.
29
The righteous shall possess the land,
    and dwell upon it for ever.
30
The mouth of the righteous utters wisdom,
    and his tongue speaks justice.
31
The law of his God is in his heart;
    his steps do not slip.
32
The wicked watches the righteous,
    and seeks to slay him.
33
The Lord will not abandon him to his power,
    or let him be condemned when he is brought to trial.
34
Wait for the Lord, and keep to his way,
    and he will exalt you to possess the land;
    you will look on the destruction of the wicked.
35
I have seen a wicked man overbearing,
    and towering like a cedar of Lebanon.
36
Again I passed by, and lo, he was no more;
    though I sought him, he could not be found.
37
Mark the blameless man, and behold the upright,
    for there is posterity for the man of peace.
38
But transgressors shall be altogether destroyed;
    the posterity of the wicked shall be cut off.
39
The salvation of the righteous is from the Lord;
    he is their refuge in the time of trouble.
40
The Lord helps them and delivers them;
    he delivers them from the wicked, and saves them,
    because they take refuge in him.

Bible Gateway

 

A Walk in the Park

 

A brief meander through the town today just as big black clouds gathered.  The sun was shining as I walked out and would do again after the clouds had found where I was hiding.  This I suppose was better than watching all those Twitter pictures of US cops beating strangers for no good reason.  Stick waving thugs in uniform, not all identified, appear to take delight in assaulting passers-by.  Age was no hindrance, young and old 'copped it,' see what I did there?  Even one man lying in a hospital bed was smacked a couple of time by cops FILMING THEMSELVES DOING THIS!  Now we all understand when cops get annoyed with a struggling opponent but this is and can only be called thuggery.  Few cops will be held to account, some police chiefs encourage this, yet in other States, Florida for instance, cops get along well with the crowds mostly.  Proper policing saves riots!

This was followed by 'Hancock's Half Hour' as the health minister lied in his teeth about the Coronovirus problem.  I ignored this.  

I tried but failed to ignore the next Tommy Robinson story.  Mr Yaxley-Lennon, for that is his real name, not the improvised English alias, was in court for punching someone, how unusual.  The scent of Muslims in Barrow-in-Furness had him up there looking fro trouble, pretending he was a 'journalist.'  He ought to try covering one of those US peaceful marches and chat to the cops there I say.  I suspect he will be back inside soon.

I was finding it difficult not to be sick when I read Rees-Mogg claiming he may have to ask Nanny to cut his hair.  I am not sure whether he was joking or not, I suspect not.  Humour is sadly lacking there.

  

Stress!

I am feeling the stress today.  The more I read about the government, or indeed the Matthew Sweets and others behind the scene controlling the government the more I worry.  Ree-Mogg and his links to far right moneybags who employ such people, all influencing Boris and his mob, appear to have completed their take over, and nothing it seems can be done about this.
The Covid 19 deaths keep rising, the next wave will be along in a minute, and people have been thronging the streets today, at least the traffic appears normal at times.  However tonight I noticed the men were mostly keeping six feet away as I went round Sainsburys.  Crowds gathering at the protests in various places do not keep far apart, this will rebound on them.  Another victory for Trump!  
I have been realising that stress is building within.  Mostly because there is nothing new to take my mind of this.  Routine is good but it has become dull and this makes me wish to rush out and go to Maldon and see the tug by the quayside again.  Indeed I want to go anywhere outside that is different!  
Ah well, tomorrow I may do the washing, I must seal the kitchen sink again, and try and get the bike semi fit and possibly use it if the streets are quiet, knees allowing.  The weather of course has brought rain!  

Today, I just cann...

Hypocrisy, Books and Parliament.

Axios

Donald Trump last night insulted insulted Christians everywhere by making use, without informing the church authorities, of St Johns Church for a photo opportunity.  Not only did he not inform the church authorities his police fired tear gas at them as they provided refreshments to the peaceful demonstrators. 
For a cheap election stunt he abused the church itself, physically assaulted the clergy and then had the audacity to stand with a bible in his hand in front of the building!  What hypocrisy! 
For myself I doubt there has been a 'regeneration' within him since his many 'prayer meetings.'  I am not keen on his 'spiritual advisor's as the main woman appears to be more concerned with raising money than Jesus.  It appears Trump merely wishes the 'evangelicals in the Mid West' to come out and vote for him, he is unafraid to make use of the church building or the good book itself in and effort to obtain votes.  You have to wonder what goes through his mind sometimes, he appears to have so little understanding of the real world.    

No-one who has read the bible can ever vote for this man.
Trump has taken advantage of the natural response to an 'out of order' police force running amok not to bring order but to create a divide, a 'them and us' situation, so he can pretend to be on the  side of right, whether it is 'right' or not does not matter as long as he gets votes.  His voters sadly will understand and follow his lead.
Adolf Hitler used similar tactics.  Pointing the finger to the Jews and anyone else believed to be responsible for Germany's failure he obtained success.  This is an old rabble-rousing trick, Boris Johnson was also doing the same thing with his absurd 'Get Brexit Done' call recently, we now know he was not capable of getting anything done bar creating children for others to rear for him.
St Johns Clergy have immediately indicated their disgust at this man's cheek.  None wished Trump to make use off and abuse their building, it is clear no Christian can support such a man walking far from God yet here we see him abusing the Bible for his own ends.
What a disgrace.

************

An interesting note regarding the past.
1968, LBJ, besieged in the White House by over 100,000 peaceful protestors objecting to the Vietnam War.
1969. Nixon, besieged in the White House by more than 500,000 peaceful protestors similarly.
2020.  The man claiming, "I am your President of Law and Order." Encourages the use of tear gas on peaceful protesters, threatens to bring in the Military to clear the streets, and suggests shooting protestors.
Some 'President for Law and Order,' the previous two, professional politicians of course, did not call on the guard to use tear gas on ether occasion.
  

The difficulty discovered after finishing a good book is finding one, on a differing subject, that will take a similar hold.  This is not easy.  Several books which have been opened are full of words, words that require to be read slowly.  Others are somewhat slow in themselves and picking up the book is not easy.   Some find time to waste during Lock Down to tidy up their bookcases.  The media is full of those arguing whether books ought to be in alphabetical order, subject order, authors name and such like.  The really stupid file all their books in colour order greens, blues, reds...I am left wondering if any have actually been read?  However while adjusting the space for the Great War books I did wonder if I need a new house, one with a library possibly?  
Now, how to get rich quick...?

Guardian

At first sight Rees-Moggs idea that all MPs must attend parliament in person to ensure proper voting appears somewhat foolish.  Indeed as many MPs will be unable to attend due to Lock Down keeping them in because they or a relative has the symptoms or have been advised, by this government, to remain indoors due to a disability, it certainly appears stupid.  Long queues nearly a mile long, waiting to vote, all 6 ft apart, will certainly induce ridicule from the public.
Hold on though, Rees-Mogg does not have 'ideas.'  Rees-Mogg did not come up with this, so who did?  I venture to suggest that the famous bald man who, 'for the sake of his children,' spends time driving them up and down the nation is responsible.  Not only will this ensure Boris has support at PMQs and therefore appear less foolish, but parliament itself will be made to look stupid, turning the attention off Boris and elsewhere.
Brilliant!  Now when the Leader of the Opposition tears Boris apart the sheep behind him will be able to drown out his embarrassment by whooping and cheering as if they meant it.  Boris will still look unfit for the job however, but at least he can try and hide by appealing to his sheep.  

1914, Lyn Macdonald

This book wore me out!
I was there at Mons, having travelled all the way from Le Harve, fought a battle with a huge German army outnumbering us by 6 or 7 to one.  We shot them down at 6 or 7 to one in response.  The British soldier in 1914 could manage 15 rounds a minute, he needed that talent at Mons.  I then participated in the military withdrawal from Mons to Le Cateau.  Here with the guns, I fought all day once again against overwhelming odds.  All around bodies lay, some dead, some groaning, all the while shells exploded over us and bullets buzzed through the air.  
Again we took to marching, though 'marching' is the wrong word.  
Back we went, mixed in with refugees pushing prams and carts, encouraging sheep or cattle before them, weary soldiers, hungry and desperately thirsty under the blazing sun.  All the while the enemy followed, rest was impossible, an hour here, a two hour stop there, then kicked back to feet and slog on.  The quartermaster had wisely dumped tins of 'Bully Beef' and Biscuits along the road.  The Corned beef, if you could get the 7lb tins open, swam under the hot sun.  The biscuits, hard for dogs to eat had no liquid to aid them.
The withdrawal continued, occasional fights with enemy forces, sometimes shooting at enemy planes dropping coloured markers for the artillery, often just slogging along, too weary to grumble, boots causing blisters, blood seeping through many, some foolishly removing boots and unable to replace them afterwards.  
The British withdrawal, one of the most successful military withdrawals in history, saved the remnant of the British Regular Army.  All the while informed they were drawing the enemy into a trap, all the while more willing to fight than walk, all the while the discipline almost continued.  Rare to find officers receiving back chat, though officers were also in the march and shared the problems, only at St Quentin did a problem arise, and wise leadership took the reluctant tired soldiers, bleeding feet and all, back to their destination at the Marne.
The troops had retreated reluctantly, this was not in their nature, but sheer overwhelming numbers beat them.  I slept soundly after reaching the Marne, 'Bully' never tasted so good.
Soon however, a good feed, but little in the way of new items of clothing, we returned from whence we had come.  Though weary the idea of chasing Germans appeared to increase the troops morale.  As they marched towards the Aisne the supplies and equipment dropped by the men on the retreat was found dumped by the enemy also.  Many foodstuffs were made use of and much encouragement found in watching German equipment dumped by the enemy as they ran.  However they stopped high above the River Aisne and dug in.  With too little in the way of guns or indeed shells for the guns, it was impossible for the weakened tired force to deal with them.  The enemy remained there in that position until 1918.
By now, I am sick of corned beef and dry biscuit, even though occasional locals offer bottles of wine, and the weight of this book is making my arms ache,  it is only a paperback!  Luck then enables us to travel to the north west!
Once fed and watered, equipment mostly replaced, travelling slowly to deceive the enemy, the French relieve us as we move to prevent the enemy taking the channel ports.  The handful of men in the are have careered about in cobbled together machine gun carriers, giving the impression of a large force in the region.  In fact there was only a handful of vehicles and 300 men!  Eventually a Yeomanry Cavalry arrived to join in and the 7th Division, full of well dressed 'spick and span' Territorial's arrived to fill the gap.   
By the time we had made our way to the north the war was in full swing.  Once again the German tactics were to send large numbers of men, fronted by massive bombardment of shrapnel and heavy artillery, to attack the small number of defenders.  Once again they were pushed back, this time stopping at a Flanders town called Ypres.  Unable to pronounce the name the troops quickly referred to this place as 'Wipers' and thus it has remained ever since.  
The 1st Battle of Ypres caused terrific damage to the remnants of the British Army.  Once again they fought doggedly against the enemy, often pushed back but never giving up.  This time retreat meant defeat, the town must be held.
Various things appear here.  The first German army comprised the volunteer students who, full of patriotism, linked arms and sang their patriotic song as they advance.       
The British soldier looked at them aghast, then shot them down.
A whole generation of highly intelligent young men, the intellectual future of Germany, fell foolishly and for nothing at this point.  Few survived, those who did would never forget this ordeal.  Shell and bullet left heaps of dead, so many that occasionally a cry would rise as a sentry mistook the pile of grey clad for an advancing army.  If ever war is called a waste it can be seen here.  This act damaged the future of Germany in so many ways.
No matter how out numbered, no matter the cost, the British tenaciously endured, not just taking the attacks but counter attacking when possible.  Eventually, after the Germans had replaced the students with higher class soldiers, and saw most of them treated with the same disdain by the defenders, the Kaisers Guard were sent in.  The battle drew to a close soon after they entered Non Bossen Wood and were met by a string of soldiers, gunners, the remnants of the Ox & Bucks, stragglers and men from the rear who fought them off with rifle fire and then charged into the woods bayonet first.  Outnumbered again by 5 to one by the 6 foot tall Guards the handful of  determined men sent the Kaisers men home again.  After 23 long days of non stop action the dwindling numbers, regiments of a  thousand men now numbered around 70 or 80 men, officers mostly dead or wounded, even the Divisional Commander had died when a shell landed on his HQ taking several top staff men with him. 
The French had arrived with their guns to the south, ensuring no more attacks would be considered. 
New men arrived from home, the wounded were collected if possible, firing continued all winter, and the British army, with about 120,000 men had suffered 90% losses.  Numbers always vary in the Great War but the Germans possibly lost 300,000 men in 1914, dead, wounded and missing.  
Many, from all sides remain lost to this day.

Men of the Oxford and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry sheltering from shrapnel behind the Headquarters of 20 Brigade, Ypres, 1914. IWM (Q 57205)

This is a great book.
Lyn Macdonald spent time interviewing these men for the BBC many years ago.  Since then she has produced many books on the Great War, each full of the words of the men themselves.  Lyn adds to this a great narrative that combines the facts with the experience of the individual men, their battalions and their guns.  The fast moving action takes you right into the war, I kept ducking as I passed the window, and found it hard to return to the real world as bullets kept flying around my head.  
It is no wonder this books, which first appeared in 1987, still sells today.  Lyn Macdonald's books are all 'must reads' for those studying the war and wanting to know more about the men who served.

Some things come to mind.  The first is the soldier I met in 1974 in the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh.  He had been to the X-ray department and I had to escort him back.  He had been found living rather rough in a caravan in a field at the edge of the city and we were giving him a check over.  He must have been around 80 years of age and his memory of the retreat from Mons was clear even 60 years on!  He began talking about the war I have no idea why old men do this and claimed "We said we'll make the Germans run" as we marched up to Mons "And we did - after us!"  The he mentioned the retreat he groaned a long heartfelt groan, that remains with me still, and then spoke of the heat and weariness the details I can no longer remember.  However 60 years on he remembered that retreat well!   
Another point is the way men were so keen to participate in the army and happy to kill people.  No moral doubt as to whether this was right or wrong though army propaganda obviously told you the army fought for the 'right!'  When we were kids we played soldiers games and we killed one another day after day noisily and with no rebuke from politically correct mothers.  Watching me die on TV films or programmes it was always 'us and them' with little appreciation of the cost.  Now it is clear 1914 soldiers had been reared in a climate of military passion, jingoism had arisen long before and was to continue for some time, though abated after the Great War.  That said there was little revulsion at killing Germans.  Of course once the battle began and your men suffered revenge and many other emotions and reactions take over.  At one point at Ypres it was seen the Germans were killing wounded men, it was not recorded if 'our boys' did similar.  On occasion mercy is seen, water given to the wounded enemy and always stretcher bearers would collect wounded, ours first then theirs, both sides usually doing this, and acts of mercy were seen often throughout the war, just as often as barbarism occurred.  
Many criticise the British Generals for the losses to their men, few contemplate losses elsewhere.  Throughout 1914 it was clear German strategy included launching vast numbers of soldiers at the enemy.  After 1914 similar attacks abounded, usually counter attacks wasting lives retaking positions lost.  The French inept attack in the east cost more lives than the British lost in the second world war, yet no-one challenges their handling of the war.  The grumbles re Haig and his generals all come from Lloyd George, Haig's enemy, and Haig's greatest mistake, Passchendaele.  1914 reveals how the generals did well, some dying and others coming close to death, General Munro for one.  The quality of the British Army in 1914 was great, much improved since the Boer War, it was that dogged determination, that musketry ability, the leadership and the discipline of the Regular army that saved the war from being lost in 1914.  They paid a heavy price for their courage.