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Posted by andreas1965 on June 6, 2007 at 8:18 AM Comments comments (8)

I have kept quite for some time but after what I have read I will not.


First of all let me make one thing clear. I do hope and wish Madeleine to be found as soon as possible and in good health. That done I will go on.


He father said in berlin that they are responsible parents and they were checking very very regularly while they were dining close by.


Lets check the FACTS.


-         They left two 2 year olds and a 4 year old alone

-         From their initial statement their ��check�� interval was 30 minutes


For crying out loud that is not responsible, its totally but totally irresponsible and as far as I know if I do something similar with my 9 year old daughter here and somebody reports me to the social services I will find myself in court fighting for the custody of my child.


So all the media bandwagon that we all seen around us says one thing. If you are ��well off�� or you are in the ��middle class�� like they are and God forbid you act irresponsible and suffer from it we all promote your case, the church will arrange for you to visit the Pope, you will be ��celebrities�� (not meant in a bad way) to assit yoru cause but nobody will say that you have done something wrong. On the other hand if you are unlucky to be a ��nobody��, you are a responsible parent and your child disappears then a poster in the local police station and a small report in the media for a few days is what you get. Well done british media.


My personal opinion regardless to anything. They have been irresponsible parents and they got what they deserved, fullstop. For no reason you do not leave one kid which is two years old alone for even a minute. They left two 2 year olds and a 4 year old alone to have their dinner near by�.. and they were checking on them every 30 minutes�.


If that shows responsibility then I am sorry but we do not talk the same language.


Last thing, from the first time I heard the story something was ��fishy�� for me, something  did not fit in the whole story. Only time will tell what is the real story, I only hope the child is not hurt in any way and it is alive and well.



Posted by andreas1965 on March 26, 2007 at 11:16 AM Comments comments (0)

You all know the story about the three little pigs and the big bad wolf. Well you are politically incorrect and deserve to be punished for your racist and offensive behavior for teaching your children such story that is offensive to your fellow Muslims.


Didn�t you know that a pig is sacred and not to be touched in any way for those people by their religion? Well now the state have decided to take action and from now on the story will be corrected to be the 3 little doggies and the big bad wolf. No it is not a joke. Search your library and find the offensive book and destroy it. Re-teach your children the politically correct story so they will not make the same mistake. Furthermore words like Christmas lights and tree never to be used. You may use ��festive lights and tree�� instead. Easter is just a holiday and nothing to do with religion. Stop wearing anything religious to your work, you may offend somebody that wears a veil.


When you see person with not the same color skin apologise for the slavery that they were subjected some centuries ago. Never mention the fact that the ones that sold the slaves to the whites in the ports of Africa were local black people. They were misguided and deserve our pity. They thought they were liberating them and they were taken to the ��rich�� countries for an enjoyable and prosperous future.


Well if you do all the above you may be politically correct but at the same time you will be an idiot.


I refuse to be politically correct. The 3 little pigs is the story and that is the one I will keep saying to my children. By the way leading Muslims when they heard the decision to change the story after having the laugh of the milenium and not only, they said that this is stupid to use their exact words.


For the ones that issue such degrees and take these decisions I feel contempt only. They do not deserve anything else because apparently they do not know what is going on in the real life. And I bet they get paid to reach such conclusions and issue their statements.


At the end of the day I do not care. They want to make a country that will become an ignorant society without any religion and create a generation that do not know what is what? Their problem. Well it is everybody�s problem but we have all become sheep for slaughter. We all care about our pocket and nothing else. But when their politically correctens take full effect and you will be the minority that will be still be the ��white man that exploits everybody else�� and cannot find a job because you are white and you will have nowere to complain it will be late. Keep sleeping and dream about the 3 little doggies and the big bad wolf.


I am going to read the 3 little piggies and the big bad wolf story to my daughter.




Posted by andreas1965 on December 11, 2006 at 9:35 AM Comments comments (0)


For those that do not live in London and cannot know what TFL stands for it is the Transport Federation of London.


Occasionally they put up various posters for a variety of reasons that may range from special offers to the ticket holders to warnings about prosecuting passengers harassing their personnel. It is their job to do it, to inform the public about their policies, etc. I will stand in one of them that occasionally appear which states ��We will prosecute anybody that harasses our personnel and that CCTV images will be used as evidence��.


What�s wrong about that? Nothing and I do believe that we are all in favor of that as nobody would like to be harassed doing his work. However since they know their rights and hold us responsible when we breach them they should have another that should handle the complains of us against their personnel. They are not above the law and in some cases some of them act in a way which is not acceptable or proper.


Example that happened a few weeks ago. Traveling at Victoria line towards walthamstow we find ourselves stuck inside a tunnel outside kings cross for 30 minutes given the ��usual excuses�� from the driver which nobody believes anyhow. After all this waiting we finally move and told that the train will terminate there. Nothing wrong with that. We are used to their delays and suspensions and and and�


The moment the train (half of it) enters the platform and the doors open one of the platform personnel comes outside the carriage and banging on it starts shouting ��GET OUT, THIS TRAIN STOPS HERE�� in a tone of voice that you would associate with a prison warden or a cattle handler. He did not stop there as he kept shouting in the same voice until we were all out. At the same time somebody else was saying go take other train to reach your destinations. Information given if Victoria line was totally or partially suspended and which stations were open? NIL. Staff attitude towards the passengers? Below the average.


That certain day I wanted to go home because I had a good reason to arrive early, not that I did anyway thanks to the excellent system that they are running. But the next time something like that happens I will stay and file a complain right there and then and if the response I will receive is not satisfactory I will exercise MY rights and press charges for harassment. After all we pay for their salaries and they are there to serve the public. Year after year the prices go up and the service goes down. When this will stop? We pay and we demand service. If they cannot offer it then they better stay home and let somebody else to do it.


Another point relevant to the use of CCTV. Since they say they have it why they donot use it to track down pickpockets? Just a thought�..


I do not expect any reply from TFL, they never replied to my email regarding the problem (how to make online payment when you go to their page and they ask you about information that there were never requested by them, and to be more specific password given on your application when I never did any application or asked to provide one) I had with my Oyster card and after they urge everybody to use it. I still use mine although the problem I had was never solved but I do not have an alternative.


Well I just dream the day I will say no more and find an alternative method of transport and will not have to deal with them anymore.

The Pope, Iran and the 14th century

Posted by andreas1965 on September 20, 2006 at 6:48 AM Comments comments (0)


We all have heard the latest ��statement�� of the Pope and what followed as a result. True he apologized saying that he just quoted what it was said on the 14th century but I personally fail completely to understand the why he did it in the first place. I always was under the impression that we live in the 21st century. Maybe I am wrong up the recent 5 years everybody, at least that�s what they say, trying to promote peace and understanding between all and especially between Muslims and Christians.


A small parenthesis. Type both the above ie Muslims and Christians in Microsoft word in small letters inside a sentence and see what happens (have the auto-correct on). The word Muslims will be underlined as wrong and the word Christians will auto-correct with a capital ��C��. You have to manually correct the small ��m�� to capital ��M�� to tell you that you have it correct. I wonder why�� Parenthesis closed.


Quoting what it was said on the 14th century about the Muslim religion DOES NOT HELP. Or it does? Well it does help the cause of the ones that want the ��conflict�� ongoing, it helps the hawks of war that have their eyes on Iran and if some ��alternative news websites are to be believed better stock up in oil now because you will miss it later�� since the attack on Iran is coming soon.


It helps those that are in the extremes from both sides, Christian or Muslim, both blinded and both equally to be blamed for what is happening. When you have a fire you try to extinguish it with water, you do not throw more fuel in it. 


Many will rush and say ��he apologized so matter is closed��. Okay then I say to say that you are an idiot. I bet you are about to explode with rage. Then I apologise for saying that you are an idiot. Matter closed? I do not think so. You still have that sour taste in your mouth and feel insulted no matter if I apologized or not.


That was his purpose because he did it on purpose because if he did not then may God help all of us for having such a person as the Pope no matter if you are catholic or orthodox or whatever.


I wonder what he will say next. I wonder what he will say when (not if unfortunately and that�s my opinion at this point) another free country is attacked in the name of democracy. Think about it, it is like we are re-living the crusades all over. This time is ��democracy��, last time was theocracy. The result the same. Ruins, death, hate and the opponent more strong at the end. The crusades failed then and will fail today, only the stakes are higher now. Then they had swords and arrows, now we have nuclear bombs and war planes and terrorism and and and


I want to live and I want my daughter to love in a world that has harmony, as much as that can be sustained. In a world that differences are solved by talking and understanding of the other. I think the Pope lives in the 14th century, somebody please let him know that we have reached the 21st and the crusades are over.

Independence Day

Posted by andreas1965 on July 5, 2006 at 9:37 AM Comments comments (0)

Signs of the Times for Tue, 04 Jul 2006

Signs Editorial:

Written by Mark Glenn
Tuesday, 04 July 2006

"I have to get home to my mother, she will be so worried if I am not back soon." 9 year-old Mona clutched at the gaping hole in her stomach, blood pouring out of her as if someone had turned on a faucet. There was something so terribly and indescribably out of place in her frail words, the colliding of two disparate worlds, that of a mother's child, and that of a little girl facing down the ugliest of what life and humanity had to offer.

The man who was kneeling at her side however knew better. He was a trained medical professional, and in a war zone known as Gaza of all places. He had seen this scenario a thousand times before, and a thousand times too many as far as he was concerned. This child would not be going home, at least not her earthly home, given the fact that she had just been shot in the stomach at close range by a soldier wielding a machine gun, the bullets from which produced exit wounds on her tiny body that were as large as golf balls. Had she known that her insides had just been turned to mush, it is highly unlikely that she would have been as composed as she was at this moment.

Her gesture in worrying about her mother, about not wanting to cause a beloved parent any grief was partly genuine, and partly an attempt to distract herself from the fact that she knew something terrible had just happened to her. Indeed a child's sweetness knows no bounds, irrespective of where such a child can be found in the world. As she lie in a bath of her own warm blood that increased with each passing second, while frantic adults attempt to effect that which they know is futile, all she can think is that her mother must be worried, and how she wishes she could be home with her now, if only for enough time to give her one final embrace, tell her of a daughter's love, and to say goodbye.

In the end, it all came down to sweets, an indispensable part of any child's life, even in places that have been torn apart by warfare for the last century such as this. Today, little Mona, despite having grown up in a world of bullets and mortars, allowed the carelessness of her childhood to overpower her reason just enough to persuade her towards venturing forth into that deadly world of never ending violence to buy some cookies at the corner store. The fact that Israeli soldiers were busy with their latest masterpiece in butchery nearby did not seem to arouse her concern. After all, when all things were considered, this was just another day in the life of someone who knew she had been born under a sentence of death and who had developed an intimacy of sorts with this fact as if it had been her own skin.

On her way back, humming something sweet and armed with nothing more dangerous than the cookies in her hand, she was indiscriminately shot by an Israeli soldier, who, like all the rest of his ilk, had been told by both political and spiritual leaders that it is the religious duty of all good Zionists, a mitzvah, to cleanse the promised land of any impurities that may be infecting it, a process of sterilization which included, if it can be imagined, slaughtering helpless Arab children. And so, this courageous and obedient soldier from among a group of people who fancy themselves as being a light among nations, without the slightest hesitation pulled the trigger, simultaneously swatting away at the shred of what remained of his conscience as if it were some species of annoying insect.

For little Mona, it merely felt like a lit match touching her insides momentarily, and it was not until she began to feel the sensation of warm wetness on her dress that she began to panic. Her first instinct was that she might get into trouble for having gotten her new dress dirty, since the last thing her mother told her before leaving the house was to make sure not to get it messy. Thus is the mind of a child, even when facing the awfulness of eternity that their thoughts are always to be found firmly rooted in something trivial and sweet. Perhaps it was the panic stricken appearances on the faces of those around her who were trying to help that caused her to realize the seriousness of what it was that she was facing, or perhaps it was the unseen whisper into her soul from some divine messenger telling her to hurry up, since time was running out. Either way, no one really knows.

And so in that fifteen seconds before her spirit was liberated from the hellish existence that had been imposed upon her and upon the rest of the inhabitants of the Holy Land by the self-described 'chosen people', the little Palestinian child of 9 years forgot all about her cookies, as well as about every other item of what encompasses a child's existence, grew up quickly, remembered everything she had been taught during the religion classes she had taken throughout her life, and made her last statement of faith. In her last words, there was no malice, no pulsa de nura--the infamous curses that rabbis and Orthodox Jews hurl daily at passing Christians or Muslims in Israel, no condemnations, no vows of revenge. Her composure, as she lie there in a pool of her own blood, was as graceful and as dignified as was that of any patriot or saint who has secured a rightly earned place in mankind's memory as a result of having had his or her life cut short by the actions of men hell-bent upon doing evil to others. For Mona, it would be one simple statement, without any fanfare or drama, final words that will probably be remembered by few, short of those who loved her more than they loved themselves.

The little girl whose life had been snuffed out like a candle, the last fragrance of this little Palestinian flower who had been cut down by the hatchet of Jewish supremacism had nothing more spiteful in her final curtain call other than "God is great."

From a bird's eye view, this was but one of several tragic scenes taking place on that day. A few miles away, a family of seven had just barely made it out of their home when the bulldozer crashed through where the living room was. There were no warnings that this demolition process was about to take place, and had it not been for the fact that 14 year-old Ismail went to the window to see what the noise was that was coming from outside, the entire family would most likely have been buried beneath the rubble. This was a common occurrence these days, of not ordering the evacuation of a home to be demolished, since the Israelis cared nothing about the lives of the filthy Arabs who were polluting their sacred land, and thus preferred that the entire mess be hauled away, home and dwellers included.

Under the gaze of 3 armed-to-the-teeth Israeli soldiers, the family stood by and watched helplessly as everything that encompassed their lives was reduced to rubble within a few minutes. There was nothing left of the meager example of their family's security and order now, and even though what they had called a life had been a miserable existence anyway, at least they had had a place to call home where they could eat, sleep, and find refuge from the rain. This home, which had literally stood for centuries, was just one of thousands in recent years that has been bulldozed in order to make way for a new apartment complex for "better people," the Zionists, who, if you were to ask them, were a race apart and chosen by God to be the bringers of enlightenment, peace and righteousness to the rest of humanity.

Perhaps it was the colors of it that caught his eye, the green, black, brown and white that contrasted with the sand-colored rubble of his former home's exterior. Ismail went over to where his bedroom used to be and found it jutting forth from the rubble, the Palestinian flag he cherished and which he had used to adorn his room on the same wall upon which he hung the photos of friends and family members who had died fighting to liberate their land of its oppressors. He carefully pulled it out from the rubble, paying the same respect to his country's colors that is paid by other citizens around the world to their respective countries, and forgetting where he was, or possibly, because of remembering where he was, draped the flag over the rubble in what was the only act of defiance he cold muster at this moment. 14 year-old Ismail turned and stared at his oppressors with a controlled yet determined stare.

The three armed Israeli soldiers, recently arrived from the former Soviet Union and not able to speak even one word of the same Aramaic that was the language of the Biblical ancestors from whom they claimed to be descendents, finally got what they had been hoping for that day. After all, what good were guns for anyway if they remained cold and unfired? Was there no truth to the old saying that a weapon unused was a useless weapon? Therefore, without any concern paid for what might be future consequences, one from among them chuckled, lifted the American-made rifle that had been gifted to him by virtue of his ethnic superiority from a nation that dares to calls itself Christian, aimed its sights squarely between the boy's eyes, and in the plain sight of all who were present, launched one of his .22 caliber missiles traveling at 3,300 feet per second through the boy's head, resulting in a spray of pink mist that left the smell of human blood in the air.

Even before the echoes of the gunshot had died, the family was screaming in agony and running to the spot where Ismail lie as motionless as a child's doll. His last act of defiance, of simply saluting the flag and of swearing loyalty to the land that his forefathers had inhabited for over a thousand years resulted in the execution of a death sentence under which he had lived from the moment he was born. And as the family members hold him in their arms, watching as his life flows out of him in rivers of red, wailing towards heaven and begging the Almighty who created him to spare his life, those who were responsible for authoring this misery-laden event simply walk away snickering, thinking to themselves that they are now one step closer to having finished the business of exterminating Amalek, the people whom their ancestors were commanded to eradicate in cleansing the promised land, Eretz Y'Israel and of making it racially and spiritually pure. Later that evening, there would be drinks and discussions of what kind of medals would be forthcoming as a result of the day's hard work�

...And these were just some of the thoughts going through his mind as he looked out the window that evening, watching the night sky as its darkness was interrupted every few seconds by brilliant displays of light. It was July 4th, 2004; Independence Day in America, but his thoughts could hardly be focused on the festivities that were supposed to mark this event. Not now, and not anytime soon. His eyes had been opened to something so horrible that precluded celebrating anything, much less the freedom that he was supposed to have as an American.

It must have been quite a scene down there in town where all the fireworks were taking place. Over-sized Americans stuffed into under-sized clothing, beer in one hand and something to shove into their mouths in the other, congregating for the purpose of celebrating something that in reality they no longer possessed. Waddling around like penguins and peppering their base and trivial discussions with language that one would hear in an x-rated film, they had painted themselves into the ultimate picture of black humor, and had it not been for the fact that such terrible consequences were attached to this situation, one could have been moved towards laughing at all of it.

But laughing was out of the question now, for to do so would have been as vulgar as telling dirty jokes at a funeral. The tragedy was too great, too monstrous, too serious. Besides the fact that it was the ultimate in contrasting images, as well it was all taking place in the midst of unimaginable suffering for millions of others around the globe. Just imagining the audacity of it all made the bile in his throat rise and caused his brain to scream out loud in pain. They were like a group of individuals who had inherited a great fortune generations past, but who today, unbeknownst to them were as penniless as street bums, and all of this the result of their having allowed shyster lawyers to administer their estate and bleed it dry of all its wealth. Tonight as they celebrate their perceived fortunes and congratulate themselves for having inherited them, that which they do not realize is that fact that they are bankrupt, busted, broke, and even now, as they drink and mingle with each other, laughing and talking as foolish heirs often do, the paperwork is being signed in remote places wherein their foreclosure and eviction is being planned and implemented. It had become the ultimate contradiction of themes, Independence Day in America, as much so as if there had been something known as Virtuousness Day in the ancient city of Sodom thousands of years ago.

Our spiritually ex-patriate American, watching all of this from a distance remembered reading something once in a medical journal about schizophrenia and about how one of the telltale signs of this condition's presence was found in an individual's ability to simultaneously hold two completely contradictory ideas, and if this wasn't a description of what had happened to this country, he didn't know what could be. They had become a nation of madmen, wild beasts who couldn't think for themselves outside of the parameters that had been constructed for them by overlords who were capable of doing nothing but evil. Here they were, celebrating their freedom in an age where their lives had been reduced to that of mice within a cage, and they were too stupid to realize it. A corporate police state had been constructed around them, and their country resembled the land of their forefathers as much as a swine resembles a ballerina, and yet they were too blind to see it. But yet, as if on Pavlovian clue, here they were, shouting and hollering like a bunch of maniacs about how wonderful all of it was and how proud they were to be Americans, the freest people on the planet, how much God loved them and blah, blah, blah. He swallowed hard in contemplating these realities, and having ingested this nauseating gruel of clashing images, felt the beginnings of a sickness in his stomach that was not going to be chased away by anything over-the-counter.

For whatever reason, he had not been infected with this virus that had gripped millions of his countrymen on September 11 2001, and in the interests of maintaining his as well as his family's intellectual and spiritual health, he had imposed upon himself and upon those who were under his charge a strict quarantine from his countrymen since that fateful day. Over the course of the following 3 years, from a safe distance he watched in horror as his nation slowly but surely came down with this plague of intellectual and spiritual paralysis, watched as his former countrymen marched uninterruptedly towards their own oblivion without so much as a trace of resistance.

And so, in maintaining this agenda of keeping his loved ones off of the political version of the Titanic, on this night our American friend was at home with his family instead of participating in the mass-suicide that was taking place down in town.

When the first "boom" had gone off, he and his wife had looked at each other simultaneously, each bearing a face that revealed the underlying sense of puzzlement mixed with a small amount of concern that each felt. It was followed by another distant "boom" and then another, and then both of them, remembering what day it was, nodded their heads and said in unison "July the 4th."

The event shouldn't have taken them by such surprise, particularly since they had spent a good part of that evening watching Independence Day, that not-so-subtle piece of propaganda that was released upon the American people just prior to initiating the wars to save Israel. Talk about blatant, this unashamed effort of pumping up the American people into supporting what was to be the biggest bloodbath in history, theirs or anyone else's for that matter. A storyline wherein the planet is suddenly threatened with complete annihilation from hostile, fanatical un-humans bent upon the destruction of everyone who is not like them, an extra-terrestrial jihad which is defeated by the combined efforts of Jewish brains and American brawn. The only thing that could have made the film more obvious would have been bearded aliens dressed in sheets and quoting verses from some religious book that inspired them to do what it was that they were doing. We should suppose though that our couple should be given some slack for having forgotten where they were and in what time period they were living, since the events of the last 2 years in America have been a whirlwind of sorts that should have left anyone with half an ounce of sense somewhat senseless.

It was only a few minutes of these distant festivities going on before there was heard the sound of small footsteps coming down the stairs. In single file, beginning with the youngest (who we can suppose were the most frightened by the noise and thus wanted to get to Mom and Dad as quickly as possible) up to the oldest came the 5 children who were suddenly awakened by what sounded like strange thunder. They made a beeline for the couch where Mom and Dad were seated, asking what all the noise was about, huddling in closely as children are biologically programmed to do. When "fireworks" came the answer, all the children turned their heads towards the window to see for themselves, relieved somewhat that there was no storm, or worse, that there was no new war that had just begun in their vicinity, a reality of present day life that they had come to understand better during the course of the last two years. The oldest boy, who by then had begun to feel the stirrings of his masculine nature already, was the first to recognize the light show for how it appeared, and walking towards the window to get a better gaze, said ominously "It looks like Iraq."

Fo rthe rest of the article please follow the link provided. My personal comment is simple and small.... May God rest their souls.


Posted by andreas1965 on June 29, 2006 at 3:33 PM Comments comments (0)

Yes i know what you are thinking. What dog food has to do with world poverty. Simple. All we have been or go now and then a large supermaket. You may have noticed but along with all the other aisles there is always one dedicated to dog/cat/pets food and various accessories for them.

What i have never seen at a supermarket is an aisle dedicated for the people that having less than a can of dog food is what they and their families eat in a week, if they are lucky that is.

Think about it. Wouldn't you like to see an aisle, okay a small part of an aisle that you can purchase food for the people that are in extreme poverty, for the kids that die every second? while you read this another has just died somewere in the world.

Thay can have a small part with no need to have the actual item but a paper that says what it represents and by taking it to the counter you purchace something for  those kids. Not only food but seeds to help them plant the food of the next year, tools, whatever. Okay we do that and what after you will ask. I am sure that lots of relief organisation would be happy to collect these items, place them in containers and be send to the ones that they need it.

Okay you will argue, that this cannot logisticaly or for whatever reason work. How about add 1 pence/1 cents for each can of pet food and these money to go to UNICEF or some other organisation. Easier, simpler and i hope that the ones that have pets would not mind. If they do mind well i let the people decide what to think about them because if you spend money to buy food for your pet for sure you will not mind for a very small and insignificant amount to go for a good cause.

I am a realist and i donto think that this will ever happen but dum spiro spero as the romans used to say, as long as i live i hope.....

Feel free to send copy of this entry or even the link for this blog to anybody you think it will think about it. Pass it around and lets hope that at some point it may happen.


Posted by andreas1965 on June 12, 2006 at 9:37 AM Comments comments (0)


At first it was called ��an act of war against our nation�� and after it was described as ��a bad public relations stunt��. Both statements are in response of 3 human lives that ended in the 21st century discrase of our ��noble and just�� justice that ��they�� claim that they defend.


It was said that it was not an act of desperation. I wonder what they know about that feeling or desperation for them is that the champagne is not cold enough for our party and the caviar will not be served on time by our illegal (now legal), and ofcourse underpaid, immigrant.


I wonder and i bet many do how commiting suicide can be an act of war against anybody. And if it is an act of war I hope that many more from ��our side�� do the same act. It will certainly be a better world afterwards.


What they, you, anybody of us know about desperation? Have we been confined in a cell for 5 years without any charges whatsoever, being degraded, physically and mentally abused every day? Have we been in a place that we do not know when an dif we will ever get out, see our loved ones, our families? The answer is a very big NO NO NO.


The people that made those statements are ��. Put whatever you like in the dots because if I put anything I run the danger being branded a terrorist or a sympathiser by the same people or whatever else they can do in the name of justice. I wonder what these people call the slaughtering of innocent babies seating at a beach enjoying a family day out by the Israeli army. Maybe it is an act of defence. Yes defence ofcourse. The toddler that died was going to grow up eventually and become a threat to their state, therefore kill it before and solve the problem. Okay I was harsh� it was a mistake and we are sorry� we killed innocent people in the beach, a whole family by mistake.


That are the ��choices�� are ��divine�� leaders give us. Three innocent people and whoever says differently let me remind you that under any law, okay exclude the puppet states run by the military on behalf of (not mention it, it is a secret), EVERYBODY IS INNOCENT UNTILL PROVEN GUILTY, commit suicide out of desperation and it is an act of war or a bad Public relations stunt�. I give You, the reader a few minutes to choose before you read further.



You did your choice? Good. Maybe you are next then and you will commit an act of war against them because the more we let them get away with what they do the more fuel they drop in a war that they sustain for whatever reasons they have.


And in order to clarify a few things� Yes I am against terrorism no matter what side it comes from and as the Greeks say ��even if I disagree with you I will fight till my death for your right to say your opinion freely�� because that is real democracy and Greece is were it come from.


Finaly I will say something and take it any way you like. They, the three that died had the strength and courage to commit suicide for what they represented (if we accept that they were terrorists attempting a PR stunt). Do the people that made the statements tell us if they would do the same to save their country? I doubt it.


Posted by andreas1965 on May 17, 2006 at 8:28 AM Comments comments (0)

It was in the news a few days back and fortunately it never went anywhere. It was reported and some even debated if the city of Southampton (for the geographically challenged it is an English port) should apologize because in the past, by past we mean over a century ago, the port was used for the transportation of slaves to the new lands (now USA).


I think that some people prefer to live in the past in the hope that by trying to make the others feel guidable that they will gain advantage because of their skin color. Well enough is enough. You want equality?? Then what color your skin is does not matter, by trying to use that to your advantage you commit what you accuse the others doing to you, racism, but because it is on your favor it is okay.


I was never a ��racist�� although I have been accused as one many times but with the attitude that some people are having and unfortunately it is becoming a trend amongst the youngsters I will become one and to hell what others think or say. Equality? YES by all means but by all and for all. No an equality that is based on the color of your skin. You are white then you will have to give your position to somebody that it is not and does not have the same skills as you have in order to keep the ��face�� of the company that have to show that they have people from all races.


WAKE UP and start behaving like you should and not the way the real racists portray you because the more you keep behaving the way you are the more will turn against you and when the point on no return comes it will be too late for all of you and the whole world will loose as a result.


And since we started with the apology requested maybe the Chinese should ask the British to apologize for the opium wars and the disasters they inflicted to the people of china. Why not the Russian to ask France for apology for the Napoleon wars, the Italians from all eastern Europe for Hannibal, the Greek against the Persians, the remaining Aztecs (or their direct descendents) from Spain and Portugal and the list goes on�. WHAT HAPPENED IT HAS HAPPENED AND WE CANNOT CHANGE IT, WE AR ENOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THINGS THAT HAPPENED A CENTURY AGO. WE WERE NOT THERE.


And with that note THEY, the ones that demand the apology now, were not there also so stop living in the past and look in the future and try to build a life, not destroy somebody else�s.


Posted by andreas1965 on May 10, 2006 at 11:47 AM Comments comments (1)



From 9th June to 9th July 2006, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.


1. During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the remote  control, you will lose it (your eye).


2. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don�t mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without  distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I wont have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.


3. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of  your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor... it wont happen.


4. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.


5. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say �get over it, its only a game�, or �don�t worry, they�ll win next time�. If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called �words of encouragement� will only  lead to a break up or divorce.


6. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying �one� game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to �spend time together�.


7. The replays of the goals are very important. I don�t care if I have seen them or I haven�t seen them, I want to see them  again. Many times.


8. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance  because:


A.I will not go,

B. I will not go, and

C. I will not go.


9. But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.

The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think  about saying �but you have already seen this...why don�t you change the channel to something we

can all watch??�, the reply will be: �Refer to Rule #2 of this list�.


10. And finally, please save your expressions such as �Thank God the World Cup is only every 4 years�. I am immune to these  words, because after this comes the Champions League, Premier League, Italian League, Spanish League, etc etc.


Thank you for your co-operation.




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Posted by andreas1965 on May 9, 2006 at 10:24 AM Comments comments (1)

Welcome to My blog.


What you can expect to read here you can ask. Well a little about everything and a lot of criticism about everybody, especially the politicians and their policies. Some humor also, a travel diary, a little of everything.


I think it is a nice way for everybody to say what it feels and let it out and if anybody reads it or makes a difference it is another story. At least I tried and if we all try a little then that becomes a common cause and the more people voicing the same thing the bigger the chance of a difference being made in the long run exists.


Lets start. Last week we had local elections here in the UK and the main subject was  why the BNP (British National Party) managed to get so many councilors elected and how we can stop them. That was coming from every other party. They were branded facists, racists and everything under the sun you can imagine. ��Democracy�� as it is defined by the mainstream political parties at least in all its glory. They were all discussing the why their power risen so much and how to stop it but they were seeing the tree and missing the forest. I wish I could have been there and ask them a simple question. Since you all know they why their power has risen so much and the problems they exploited to get there WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO ABOUT THE PROBLEMS THAT PEOPLE CARE ABOUT. Ohh I forgot some things should not be spoken aloud, we hide them under the carpet and anybody talking about them is an extremist, a nazi, etc� Well if they keep the same attitude then the day will come that they will regret it and I glad I am not British, I can always go back to my country but they will be here� and before you ask YES they are welcome to come to Hellas and stay under the sun and enjoy the truly good Mediterranean life that my country offers.


That for now. Comments welcome.