Tuesday, December 27, 2011


An old hymn of Empire, of Britannia, and the favorite hymn of Queen Elizabeth, at least at one time:

Irrelevant you say?

Well, I would invite my readers to tell us what the favorite hymn of other world leaders is:

Barak Obama- "The church's one foundation is now the Muslim sword"?

Nicolas Sarcozy- "I am the One I love the most"

Angela Merkal- "Roll out the barrel"?

Vladimir Putin- "Pass me not on my Harley Davidson"?

Wen Jiabao- "When I hear my name in heaven, I will buy stock"?

Robert Mugabe- "I'll be a killer for Jesus"?

The Royal Family may be a bit of a disappointment in recent year, what with wandering libidos etc, but it seems quite clear the they are still much more salted than the other choices.

One day, after the nations have wearied themselves by thrashing one another, a King will come and rule the whole earth from Jerusalem:

Revelation 21:22 And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.
23 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
24 And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.

Of all the world leaders, I suspect Queen Elizabeth would be the least confused by that empire.


If Darin's patriarch had not been grabbed by slavers long ago in Ghana, his ambition today would be right in style.


Or, if Darin had been sired by a Kenya drunk in Hawaii, and if he made it all the way to the White House, his ambition would be anticipated, and his lie about his home's value would be overlooked by the press and Congress.

So, what is the issue. He lied about the value of his home, did he not? That is high crime and must be punished by prison. Well then, why do all these Congressmen lie and lie and lie, cheat the system, and why do the super rich lie and only have to pay up the difference when caught?

In case you did not notice, we now live in a high class banana republic. The power above grabs you by the genitiles to make sure you are not a terrorist, and they pour over your tax return in the hope they can make a criminal of you. 

I AM NOT trying to make an apologetic for deceit and graft by the masses. What is sad is that the hammer is put to and masses and not the asses.

Now, what has this got to do with the Empire Lost? 

The parallel is exactly the same in the UK and the old Commonwealth nations that are now liberated. Ambition is still admired, but it is fulfilled by thugs and scoundrels. 

Friday, December 23, 2011


Here is the mind of those who want to nanny the Internet. Bob Parsons, CEO of GoDaddy web registration service went to Zimbabwe to shoot elephants. He chose the most corrupt African nation that is easy to bribe for anything he wants. He displaced the African game wardens who usually shoot rogue elephants. And, he got his "bag" of elephants.

Earlier this year, GoDaddy CEO Bob Parsons made news after taking a trip to Africa.
Was he there working with impoverished African children or supporting an important charity.
Again, Bob Parsons and GoDaddy have made news, this time for announcing their support for the Internet Censorship bill SOPA, which experts have said would destroy the Internet as we know it, adopting a system of government censorship similar to that of Iran and China.

GoDaddy had stated previously that it believed SOPA was "a welcome step in the right direction",oice support for the controversial bill.

GoDaddy goes on to condemn the ease with which people can conduct illegal activity like selling fake drugs and sharing copyrighted material on the Internet today and dismisses concerns about the potential drawbacks of SOPA and the Protect IP Act.

So, the hypocrite condemns law breakers. I wonder if he would allow the possibility to bribe one's way into the Internet via Zimbabwe and destroy the big Internet Elephants who trample the little people.

See the whole article at the link above:

African proverb:

When the elephants fight, only the grass gets hurt.

Parsons is typical of the crass elite in high places who want the world to bow to their lusts while the little people below obey the law.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011



If you cannon understand everything as I can (grew up in Kenya), at the end the issue at hand is made clear.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Rudyard Kipling was an amazing writer. Poetry and prose and anything that he could think of came flowing from him. But, what was he all about?

Kipling was a product of the British Empire. His days in India made him very fond of the Indian people, but he clearly was a full participant in the Raj mind set. Now, lest you think that is hypocrisy, consider the German, Itaniam, French, and Belgian colonialists.

Germans were brutes and did nothing to improve the lot of their subjects except to teach them to be good slaves or get the "kiboko" the whip. Italians went back and forth from beating the natives to marrying them. They were classically pragmatic toward their subjects. The Belgians did not mix with the natives, claiming they did not want to spoil them. So, when the Belgians left the Congo, the natives had not preparation for "independance" and they came to the missionaries still in Congo with empty baskets asking for their "independance". Pathetic.

To the British rule India is the witness. Though they had to agitate for their freedom in the end, India today is the largest parliamentary government in the world, and they have taken the heritage the British have left them and added red tape and pompous procedures that any member of the House of Lords should be proud of.

So, let us see Kipling at his schizophrenic best, or worst, in poetic form. I say "worst" not about his form, which is fantastic. Rather, "worst" in regard to the way the British could not decide whether to hug a Hindu of flog him, so they fawned over them as they wished they had been,,,,,,,,,,,


You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.

Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.

He was "Din! Din! Din!
  You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
    Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
    Water, get it!  ~Panee lao~!
  You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.

When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!"
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.

It was "Din! Din! Din!
  You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
    You put some ~juldee~ in it
    Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute
  If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.

With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back,
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!

It was "Din! Din! Din!"
  With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
    When the cartridges ran out,
    You could hear the front-files shout,
  "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.

'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.

It was "Din! Din! Din!
  'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
    'E's chawin' up the ground,
    An' 'e's kickin' all around:
  For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.

So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!

Yes, Din! Din! Din!
  You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
    Though I've belted you and flayed you,
    By the livin' Gawd that made you,
  You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


This is an article on my journal, Blessed Quietness. I discuss the abandonment of the Reformation heritage in favor of Empire building. This then is used as a model for what we may expect in the USA if we continue on the course we are now on.


Monday, December 12, 2011


This video is done by an Englishman with a heritage that is mysterious.

What arrogance. The Hidden Hand will rule soon, and they will not give mercy or consideration to anyone. While I share the speaker's intention to be informed, I do NOT share his arrogance before the storm of evil that is settling over the world.

Here in Texas there are ranches of hundreds of thousands of acres. They are encircled by three strands of barbed wire, and that wire, weak as it is, resists the urges of thousands of cattle to be free. In the end, the cattle accept their lot as somehow normal. They are fed, they are branded, and they are herded. There is even a measure of affection for the cattle by the rancher.

But, one day they are herded into trucks (lorries) and shipped off to feeding lots. Here, they are fattened on tasty corn and molasses. Finally, they are delivered to a meat packing company and made into bologna.

But, yonder is a huge bull. He walks about daily in frustration. When the rancher comes along, the bull makes short charges at the fence, but he stops just in time. The rancher laughs. 

But, another day the bull, for some reason, charges the fence and snaps the wire and passes on. He is cut up a bit, but he is free.

Free? This sounds noble, right? Well, the bull spends the rest of his life hiding in "brushy" wood lots along draws and far from the rancher. The bull becomes wary, and the bull becomes lean, and..... the bull becomes very hungry and thirsty.

Finally, the rancher sends out several cowboys to find the bull. When they find him, they rope him, and he is at once sold to the feed lot.

Same end, just a little protracted for the few.

So, as in the video, is the answer to stand up and tell the rancher that we will prevail, that the rancher will be destroyed simply because we are brave and can say Auuuuuummmm louder than he can? 

Zen never won a war.

I prefer another destiny. My destiny is in the hands of the creator of the rancher:

Psalms 8:3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; 
8 The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!

Let us have none of this rubbish about the human spirit. Dominion taking is 100% by permission, not by bluster and bombast. The Lord of creation appoints his own to dominion, and only if they have a personal relationship with the Lord. 

The human spirit today is drunk on the opiate of materialism. As long as the rancher throws a bale of hay over the fence, the cattle are content.

My Lord is not such a mindless master:

John 14:1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
4 And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

If there is no hope other than our brazen arrogance, as the fellow in the video showed us, then I have no hope. We are not cattle. We are the children of God, and if he died for our salvation, he must intend for us to have a better ending than to puff up and talk big. 

I trust you share my hope. I can offer nothing better, and I do look forward to my Lord's deliverance for me.

What is YOUR hope. Make a comment please.

Sunday, December 11, 2011


Too bad the Raj back in the UK cannot say, "Hakuna Matata".

The way things are going for the allegedly "developed nations," I may be looking up some old Kikuyu farmer in the Kiambu of Kenya to ask for a small plot of land to put up a house and disappear from the masses and the asses.

Any offer? I can grow just about anything if you have good soil. Just a bit of posho will be mshahara enough.

Friday, December 9, 2011


Kenya does not need GMOs. The article below does not discuss what happens if economic panic and collapse takes place After Kenya farmers are committed, and after their heirloom seed is corrupted by the GMOs.

The seed companies have only one motive-- to force Kenyan farmers to buy seed every year from them, and this spells big trouble. Aside from the price of the seed, the seed companies have no regulatory measure over them to follow ethical guidelines. 

One possibility that is never discussed is that a seed company can enter many Developing Nations, get them addicted to GMOs and hybrids, and then they can claim all the crosses with heirlooms as theirs. This has happened in the USA, and farmers have had to plow crops under or give them to the seed company as if the farmer were a criminal. 

Add to this the possibility that the seed companies WANT Kenya and other nations to become addicted to GMOs and hybrid seed, and then they will withdraw for some concocted reason. This would create even more starvation as farmers had no heirloom seed left to plant. This would give the ruling nations of the earth to feed the starving and, in effect, make them slaves to the Western World.

The included article simply shows how the collusion between Kenya, and other African, politicians is causing an ongoing crisis to mushroom into a total disaster. As far as I am concerned, this is de facto colonialism. The difference in the neo-colonial era is the there is no one on the ground, as in the old British Empire, to make sure the "natives" benefit from the intrusion of the mother lands (seed companies) into Africa. 

Food Crisis as Kenya Opens its Doors to GMOs
Kenya - 03 Nov 11
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

The horn of Africa is undergoing the most severe food crisis over the last 60 years. To address the growing number of people suffering from hunger, Kenya has decided to officially authorize the importation of genetically modified organisms (GMOs), becoming the fourth African country to open its doors to GM crops, together with South Africa, Egypt and Burkina Faso.

The new regulations were strongly opposed by environmentalist associations, a number of parliament delegates and local food producers, who are worried that the introduction of GM seeds will cause contamination of locally grown crops.

“When millions of people seem condemned to death by starvation, the rich local and international well-connected cartels (including industrial multinationals) are even hungrier”, says John Kariuki, vice-president of Slow Food International, working on the ground in his home country of Kenya. “With their excessive influence over many aspects of global economic, political and social life, they have lured some African governments into allowing the importation of GMOs.”

“The move is also allowing imported foodstuffs at the expense of locally produced alternatives,” continued Kariuki. “In many African countries what has been selected, saved, shared and withstood the test of time though surviving harsh climatic conditions is now no longer regarded as seed. Only dealers are allowed to sell seeds and in most cases they are sterilized deliberately so that farmers must go back to the shops every planting season.”

The real problem facing Kenyan agriculture, in fact, is drought. The genetically modified varieties which will be used are resistant to some kind of pesticides and produce toxins to be immune from some pests, but currently there is no plant genetically modified to resist to prolonged drought. In a nutshell, GMOs in the Horn of Africa are useless.

In addition, even if GMOs could grant higher yields (which is still to be verified) the problem would not be solved, as it is mostly due to inadequate distribution channels. In fact, as Kenyan media has repeatedly shown, farms in some parts of the country experience a large cereal surplus, which, unable to be transported to markets and sold to people, is used to feed cattle.

Find out more about Slow Food’s campaign against GMOs.

Or write to communication@slowfood.com 

Source: The Ecologist


Australian MP, Luke Simpkins of Cowen thinks Aussies are unknowingly being converted to Islam.

Picture: Aaron Francis Source: Herald Sun

BY eating snags (Aussie for sausages) from the supermarket on the barbecue this summer, you are unknowingly being converted to Islam, according to Federal MP Luke Simpkins. In a speech to Federal Parliament yesterday, Mr Simpkins accused meat producers, including Harvey Beef, Inghams and Steggles of “deceiving” West Australians by not labelling their products as Halal food, inmycommunity.com.au reported.

“So when you go to Coles, Woolworths or IGA, or other supermarkets, you cannot then purchase the meat for your Aussie BBQ without the influence of this minority religion,” he said.

“By having Australians unwittingly eating Halal food, then we are all one step down the path of conversion, and that is a step we should only make with full knowledge and not be imposed upon us unknowingly.”

Harvey Beef was contacted by inmycommunity.com.au and declined to comment. You can read the entire speech online Mr Simpkins starts speaking half way down page 74.


Is Cole over reacting? I recall how the British Raj military lubricated their rifles during the Uprising long ago. They used hog fat. This offended both the Hindu and Muslim troops so badly that it resulted in defeat and mutiny.

So, are the White Race up the challenge? Will Aussies simply eat their snags and wash it down with some Hindu tea from India? It is a bother to know that Islam is imposing Sharia law on the White Race, while Muslim butchers are not required to reciprocate by producing Kosher products.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011


Ah yes, the guard is changing at Buckingham Palace, but no one puts on a show like this:

Now, we here in Texas, USA, and our neighbors in Mexico, might take notice. I would drive all the way to the border if I could see a show like this. Mariachi music included.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


This could only happen in Great Britain!

Here is one of those lords a leaping making either a monstrous insane claim, or offering, by proxy, to save England and ultimately the world.

Part One:

Part Two:

Now, read a discussion of it all. It seems that someone suspects the Vatican is trying to buy England outright. What Philip II of Spain failed to do with the Armada, the Vatican will do by cashing in its vast gold holding. No strings attached, just take it.

Confused? Of course you are. This is possibly one of the most extreme situations in British history. Either we have a gigantic hoax or comic drama and insane double domes on high, OR we have the opportunity for England to take total control of the world economy and be the eternal nanny of all nations. Pax Britannia could not have been more attractive.

Here is another video of interest.

Here is a forum on the topic. I usually pass up forums, but this discussion is interesting.

Here are my votes for most likely to be the shadowy "Foundation."

.....The Bilderbergers

.....The Vatican

.....One of the Emirates of the Persian Gulf

.....Iran (which resulted in the UK today launching clandestine war on Iran)

.....Finally, in last place, I felt I should include a master schemer, Rupert Murdoch.

So, who is YOUR choice for Foundation X?

Sunday, December 4, 2011


In the hills of Appalachia in North Carolina and Tennessee, when they find the coffee of tea too hot, they pour most of the cup full into the saucer and blow on it. Then they pour the tea back into the cup from the saucer, and it all takes about twenty times as long to do it as it took you to read this paragraph.

Now, this is much too slow for the "poor munited Hindu" of India. He certainly does "the best he kin do."

If you missed the tea hanging in mid air, play it until you do.


If you fail your exam in this driving test, you end up in hospital or worse.

I once saw one only motorcycle in a metal wire ball doing this at a circus in Kentucky, USA. But, all these guys up there together, and TAKING AN OFFERING.

You know, if Benny Hinn, the fake healing evangelist, did this sort of show I might hang over the edge with a ten dollar bill for him. 


If you or your grandfather had a mongoose for a watch dog, I know you were living in India. 

There is a moral here I think. Possibly, it is that you do not have to be poisonous to be deadly and efficient at destroying the enemy. We must all learn the virtue of moving fast and hanging on.


This video got to me. 
I tend to keep emotions in the background, but I really must say that I got the warm fuzzies over this one. It is OK to take a break from cynicism and reality once in a while. The British, if they can be convinced to let their guard down, do have warm hearts. 

Please notice all the authentic "wogs" in the video. This also is a strength of the British. Stiff upper lip, fair play, call it anything you like..... they must be given high marks for this.

PLEASE ENJOY (Ladie, do have a tissue ready please)