Sensing Conflict.

The battle lines are drawn...And I feel as though I am on the field of human conflict watching every silver tongued politician just daring them to say:

"Sorry we cannot do that just now."

or

"what I meant to say was..."

or perhaps?

"we had no idea how much the previous government had buggered things up."

I am wondering what should be done next if they do back pedal?

We the people have given so much over the centuries that it feels as though enough is enough...what do you think?

What is the next step?

Happy New Year?

For Christmas I boldly wished everyone Peace and Joy.

If I had meant it I would have done something concrete about it...but then we all know that what ever I chose to do would have been pointless. Kind of like fucking a dead horse...it's never gonna cum.

The world is full of self serving bigots that despite the ravings of the sixties are about as far removed from The Age of Aquarius as Bush is from a viable intellect.

Do see altruistic hands offering support? Or are they vicious claws grabbing at the rusted horn of plenty? Each sullied paw desperate to get that edge on the next person.

Show me a happy place in the world where neighbour cares for neighbour or where ancient history is not the raison d'etre. Show me reason's light and I will wish you all a happy new year...peace and joy...love, happiness and hope.
If not...then join me in the swill of civilisation and prepare to waste away; its all we have left.

YULETIDE

PEACE AND JOY TO YOU ALL!

21st of December

Today would have been my Father's birthday had cancer not selected him for its club.

I like to openly remember him today because it seems less final than recalling his memory on the date of his death; his birth date is not...final.

Throughout the year he pops into my thoughts just to mess around and share a few jokes. But today is the day I think of him out aloud and watch my memories play with him for longer than usual.

He was the soothing voice when nightmares woke me, he was important and strong...I was safe with him.

I fought with him, got pissed off at him, learned from him, laughed with and at him...his quirky off colour sense of humour lives inside me too.

He worshipped my children and my wife.

He always knew what to say when ever I was down...far from perfect he was, still is, my father.

I loved him and I know he loved me; happy birthday Dad.

Yes!!!

Remember where you read it first...where? Well here of course; right here. Direct from the Bago brain, and yes that is a wondrous place full of toys and fascinating stuff, to this page and hence to your heart.

What did you read? You know the thing you read right here direct from me to you? Weren't you paying attention? Must I remind you? Ok...

Here goes...listen, your Wicks is speaking.

Holy Friggin Shit its Christmas!!! YEAH!!!

Oh no don't tell me you didn't know? Better get shopping...I am not easy to buy for. :)