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Thursday, 24 December 2015

The power of Christmas

The Sultan of Brunei has ordained that any Muslims caught celebrating Christmas will be jailed; in Somalia, the government have also banned any hint of Christ's nativity, in KSA it will earn you a thousand lashes and in the lands of Daesh-ISIS they will crucify any practising Christians. Boko Haram will chop with machetes anyone celebrating Christmas, and in any of a dozen primitive statelets reliant upon Sharia law, the festival of Our Saviour's birth is a cause of victimisation, torture and death. 

The power of Christmas. Or at least the power of Christmas as unleashed by the USA, the Disney Corporation, Prince Albert, Dickens and Hollywood; shmaltz, emotion and paganism. A northern European midwinter feast with alcohol, evergreen boughs, slaughtered pigs all overlain with the moral impetus of Victor Orban's Fidesz - 'Family, Work, Order, Health' - as a quasi-religious duty. And it's everywhere. There's not a Muslim nation on earth that can avoid the attraction of a holiday with presents, particularly as the entire world travel system shuts down and Santa is a non-denominational Small God.

Which would you rather have, a three-hour lecture on toilet hygiene with whipping and head-chopping from a bored Imam or pigging-out on the joy of Christian love (with presents and alcohol)? It's not hard to see why the Friday people are concerned. Our message is so much more attractive than their primitive bigotry. 

So please don't knock the horrid commercial mash that Christmas has become; it's doing the job of Christian missionaries in a way that established church clerics have long abandoned. And there can't be a Muslim on earth that doesn't feel joy at the anniversary of Christ's nativity. God really does work in mysterious ways ...

Have a wonderful Christmas all.

My Christmas tree plantation in today's sweltering Sun ..

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

test ... testing ....OUTRAGE

Ha! Well, I'm here and it's all bloody funny foreign weather; -2deg until 11am when a scorching Alpine Sun fries your eyeballs at a blistering 14deg (oh alright it's not much, but a climb of 16deg in five minutes is a bit new for me...). Internet here is easy - you just plug in a cube to the power socket and that's it, your own WiFi that works all the way over the barn. Still all very temporary in the house, but I managed to tell a joke in the local pub yesterday and they all laughed, so there's a major hurdle in the language skill thing I think, though when they gabble in the local dialect it's still just a noise. Anyway, enough domestic trivia; thank you all for your kind words, and yes I'll be starting a parallel blog with all the tales and pictures of the extensive renovation for those interested. And having lived half my life in a site office, the temporary blogstation (below) is better than some I've had.

Limited time still for news sources but I was outraged by reports of Cameron's tactics in defeat; that having gained only minor and trivial concessions from our European partners he's now switching to the money and propaganda battles to win the 'in' vote; there's a law that may condemn him to failure not on grounds of the principal argument but on grounds of crookedness and spivity. A fair fight is still valued above rubies in Britain.