Mumbai- a sickening act of cruelty.

The cruelty of the religious fanatics and the tragedy in Mumbai can never be justified. God's Army (which ever franchise) sicken me. This is not the only time I have been sickened by religious fanatics creating murder in that part of India.
The Hindu massacre of Muslims in Gujarat was a foul event that the world ignored. The victims were mainly poor and Muslim. Nothing justifies violence but ignoring injustice is never going to make peace.
Check this page if you want to find more about Gujarat in 2002.
http://discardedlies.com/entry/?2401

Just in case I haven't alienated enough people...

Anti God! Pro Human!

Rant number one
A dear friend of mine wrote to me after Herrad posted about her death on her blog. She shared with me how painful her fathers last days were. He was a heavy smoker and had a short but very painful death from lung cancer. At the end he begged to be killed. He was too sick to get to the clinic in Switzerland from the UK so he had to wait to the bitter agonizing end.
I was very fond of the gentleman and hated to think of him suffering but a bitter irony hit me. He was a Christian conservative. His homophobic anti-science superstitious church and the Conservative and Unionist Party that he supported (until it became a positively treacherous act for a Scotsman to vote for Maggie Thatcher) lobbied against any reform of the suicide act because it is God’s will that people suffer and He alone can decide when you die. As an atheist I find it disgusting that people die worse than animals because of other people’s ghostie stories.
I can not handle the fact that Herrad will die. My only conciliation is to make it easy and gentle for her. If I could stop it I would. How ever we handle this it is as private and intimate as any part of our marriage and neither preachers lawyers or even doctors have a right to interfere.
Rant number two
We had visit yesterday from two lovely men. One we have known for twenty years and the other we have met only a few times over five years. They met each other after both had rough times with their previous partners. They are still very much in love. To see the power of gay love for my two friends warms my heart. I have had some nice comments from a man called Steve who has a beautiful man who is in about the same condition as Herrad. It was very nice to hear from him. I had a look at their blog. What a very nice family they seem to have. Lots of love to Steve and BoRobert. It was nice to hear from them just when I was thinking sweet thoughts about my friends.
Rant two point five
Funny enough on Thursday an old English comedian #Barry Cryer was asked (on a radio show) what he hated about his generation of comics “Homophobia” he answered, long pause- waiting for a BC killer tag “No I am not joking it has always sickened me.” Huge cheers and applause exploded from the studio audience. I have always loved his humor and it was great to have my high opinion of the man confirmed. He has been married to the same woman about all his adult life. Lucky man… I was thirty before I found Herrad. Wasted years… back on subject: Homophobia (homohaat homo hate in Dutch) is still rife in much of Europe and queer bashing even happens in Gay friendly Amsterdam.
Is it the Vice President of the USA who is Christian right on all issues bar lesbians, ‘cos his wee lassie is one?
Poland is not a fit country for European Union membership because it is not safe for gay people to live there or even visit. Iran and Saudi Arabia murder gay people. Gay rights are human rights and we should not consider a person civilized if they can not accept the right for people to live differently from them. Again it is that stupid God Ghostie Man story- self righteous murderous superstitious bunch of halfwits interfering in other peoples lives. Mind yer own business! As for the the rest of you: you have my permission to be queer if you choose but please let me leave before “Mama Mia” starts!
#Barry Cryer available at very reasonable rates
http://www.speakerscorner.co.uk/file/8094e3e43f107d339441b830bb78a7c4/cryer-barry.html

'kin hell

Oh shit. First of all just say Herrad is OK. Only a scratch on her head. She fell out the bloody hoist this evening and struck her head on the bed frame.
My heroine neighbour (one of Amsterdams finest) was down as quick as a sick women can. The ambulance was slow comming (we had just had a big storm) but once here they were reasuringly profesional and friendly in aproach. Herrrad was soon joking around with them as she lay on the floor. They lifted her back into bed and dressed the wound. It was only a scratch but like all scalp wounds it bled impresively.
The lift has a pincer grip that closes on the victims waist as the weight of the legs pull down on stirups that sit under the thighs. Herrad has got too floppy to get in the thing right and we will have to use the sling. It worked very well just now which is great because the last sling we used was very painful for Herrad and she was prety scared of this one but it went ok. Soon I will put her back in bed and we can try to sleep after this unexpected exitment. Bloody hell I dropped her on her head AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Thanks for the comments. Herrad showed me them last night. Till then I had no idea. thank you so much for the support. I will set it up to get notification when they are posted so I can respond. Thank you for reading. Love to you all.

Knackered but getting happier!

I Just wrote something profound and whitty then blogger crashed. I'm too knackered to retrace the tinking. Oh well. Any way I had a good day and now the kitchen is top clean gleaming and hygenic. I hung some prety things up in the bedroom and hung a lamp in the living room. I am getting less depressed with each action. This is me trying to get back on course after realising our time together is limited. I will work to make it a good time.
The nurse was round today and praised my care of the wound. It is already getting less deep and looks clean and less angry. Maybe she can sit up in the spring! I miss going out together very much. I even avoid the market stalls where I know they will ask after Herrad. I hate being asked when I have no good news. Maybe soon I can tell them she will be comming herself again.

This is my few minutes. Dinner is in the oven. The dogs are fed and licking their paws contentedly in their beds. Herrad is waiting to decide wether to get up go on the motormed and have her wound treated then eat dinner or eat dinner and then get up. I hope we get it done by ten pm then I get a bit of time in the evening. What ever. I have my minute and will sneak off to play a bit of banjo (be glad you do not have to hear it) and smoke a little bit if weed. Weed is a analgesic for me too! Today I had a glorius afternoon: I steamcleaned the bathroom! Impressive eh? So now I will bask in glory and prepare for future triumphs.
I have just realised that unlike my text my spell checker is in Dutch. I have not been checking so I hope the copy is not to messy.