ROTHSCHILDS INHERIT PATENT !!
The disappearance of four members of a patent semiconductor travelling on Malaysia Airlines MH370 makes the famous billionaire Jacob Rothschild the sole owner of a very important patent.
MALAYSIAN AIRFLIGHT 370 (Wiki)
Thursday, 28 January 2016
MORE ON THE MYSTERY OF MH 370
ROTHSCHILDS INHERIT PATENT !!
The disappearance of four members of a patent semiconductor travelling on Malaysia Airlines MH370 makes the famous billionaire Jacob Rothschild the sole owner of a very important patent.
MALAYSIAN AIRFLIGHT 370 (Wiki)
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
ON THE STATISTICS OF CONSPIRACIES
Credit: George Hodan/ Public Domain
STUDY BY DR. DAVID GRIMES
ON THE VIABILITY OF CONSPIRATORIAL BELIEFS
By David Robert Grimes
CONSPIRACY THEORY POLL RESULTS
THE TRIUMVIRATE A sonnet composed by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
THE TRIUMVIRATE
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
THOMAS
Wherefore today, old man, so goggle-eyed,
To Three Bridges, Queen's Head, or Goblin Haw?
OLD TOM
I wish to Gifford you would give me ride,
Though I still splutter and my chest is sore.
SCOTT
Remember to change yer troos, you old fart,
Wash yer dishes, and scrub the bathroom floor.
OLD TOM
But I must my group Facebook page restart,
Work on my blog, put Chess.Com to the fore.
THOMAS;
Your mind parts from your body, like a bore;
Tendresse hides, while you as Narcissus play.
OLD TOM:
My empathy lies in my gut, Igor;
My memories seek for some sunny day
SCOTT:
This from a poet, writer in his way;
Let him fight the fight and the dragons slay.
Monday, 25 January 2016
EXCERPT (C) FROM THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX
THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
PRELIMINARY DRAFT VERSION
EXCERPT (C)
Adam was still wiping the smile off his face, when Lord Trithagoras
rose to his feet.
“Thank you for that heavenly gem, Princess Natasha,” said
the High Head Hin, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It could have
come from straight out of the eye of the Oracle of Cyclopsenese
herself. We next defer once again to your eternal wisdom by begging
you to read us your proposed revised version of The Top Secret
Creed of the Oligarchs, while I sprinkle the Holy
Water.”
The Princess Natasha stood promptly up, unfurled a sheet of
yellow parchment, and read in a shrill voice:
1. We, the noble fifteen, the courageous Knights of Galahad,
rooted in Madron and Nineveh, are not here to subvert the decisions
of our democratically elected Planet Parliament, but rather to
secretively enhance them.
2. By protecting the vested interests of the broad-sense
aristocracy, we ensure the stability of our society at large down to
the sixth generation.
3. By enhancing Capitalism, we ensure that a vast majority of the
co-operative plebeians in the proletariat have the ways and means to
maintain their humble life-styles.
4. By enforcing global security, we protect our populations
against the animalistic savages, savage animals, terrorists,
anarchists, morons, paupers, heretics, homeless travellers, substance
abusers, unco-operative intellectuals, Pelimodes, Spherical
Splinemen, Apollo frogs, Trinkon lovers, Despoilers of the Orchadeus,
and all other sexual and spiritual deviants and predators who
destabilise the lives of our hard working Nestorian Christian
families.
5. By covertly financing various global and interstellar military
operations we give invaluable assistance to our armanents industry,
enhance commercial trade, and support the interests of the
God-serving Interstellar Eugenics Consortium.
6. By supporting Grossen Pharma and the chemical industries we
catalyse the biochemicalisation and subordination of vast swathes of
our populations, lest senseless creativity should subsume the
stabilising influences of our totalitarian bureaucracies.
7. By creating a steady stream of 'ripples from above', we seek to
confuse and frighten all egocentric and subversive elements of our
Society who run counter to our ideals, and to create a mutually
destructive feeling of group paranoia among them.
8. By seeking interstellar co-operation with the secular and
religious authorities on Planet Remus and Planet Earth, we seek to
enhance the quality of life of co-operative humanoids and
sub-humanoids throughout the known parallel Universes.
9.We come in the name of the one true Messiah himself, with all
his physical forms, and in His Holy Name will we live and die.
10. We shall each recite the Blessing of the Saintly Mother
Ophelia at sunrise each and every day: 'God bless Qinsatorix, God
bless Britain, and may the assorted nefarious rebels, she-devils of
South Artica, and sea monsters of Oceania be stricken by thunderbolts
from on high and by flesh devouring insectoids from below.'
Perchance my sister's taking the proverbial piss again,
pondered Prince Adam, as several drops of Holy Water landed on his
face.
Sunday, 24 January 2016
TODAY AT ST.ANDREW'S AND ST.GEORGE'S CHURCH WEST, EDINBURGH
Luke, Chapter 4, verses 17-19
And the scroll of the Prophet Isaiah was given to Him, He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written:
'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because he has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor,
He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives
and recovery of sight to the blind
to let the oppressed go free,
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favour.'
What more can be said? Those with ears to hear let them hear. Those with brains in their
head, let them understand
I have tasted You, and I hunger and thirst after You. You have touched me, and I have burned for Your peace.
- St Augustine of Hippo, Confessions
- St Augustine of Hippo, Confessions
Thursday, 21 January 2016
TO RUSSIA WITH LOVE
I am delighted by the hundreds of page views I'm receiving from Russia each week. Would any of my Russian fans like to contact me in a comment, so that I can get a better idea of my readership?
Wednesday, 20 January 2016
A PASTORAL DIALOGUE, a sonnet by James L.S. Carter
A PASTORAL DIALOGUE
by James L.S. Carter
NOMEA
Oh you don't live, eat, sleep well everyday
! Reform yourself ! ! Corydon's son, begin !
THEOGNIS
Nomea, I support you in all you say,
In all you do: in that I little sin.
NOMEA
For my and your health you care not a pin,
Theognis. Come now. ! Carefully confer !
THEOGNIS
I know that I am fat and you are thin.
In my support for you I maybe err.
NOMEA
I shall not live long son. I do aver
Survival brief my future life awaits.
THEOGNIS
Say not I'll lose Nomea, lose not her
Else also I shall end in desperate straights.
AESOP
Theognis lazy indifference creates
His wife's, mother's, father's fates.
Copyright James L.S. Carter January 2016, Edinburgh
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
JAPANESE ART IN EDINBURGH
The Victor Morita Art Trust *****
Trust Achievements
The Friends of Morita
Morita Art and Craft
Current Progress
***** The pictures in this blog post are taken from the Internet, rather than the private Morita collection
Saturday, 16 January 2016
A FRIENDLY WRITERS CLUB IN LEITH, EDINBURGH
EDINBURGH ALL-COMERS WRITERS CLUB (Website)
We meet at 7pm every Tuesday in the backroom of Sofi's Bar in Leith, Please
bring eight copies of up to six pages of your work to read and discuss.
PLEASE CONTACT US ON FACEBOOK
LINKS TO SOME OF OUR WRITERS AND POETS
AN ANTHOLOGY OF SCOTTISH CONSCIOUSNESS
A collection of poems composed by the Leith Walk Rhymers
Celtic Prayers for Joy
A Celtic Prayer on Joy
As the hand is made for holding and the eye for seeing,
You have fashioned me for joy.
Share with me the vision that finds that joy every...where.
In the wild violet’s beauty;
In the lark’s melody;
In the face of a steadfast man;
In a child’s smile;
In a mother’s love;
In the purity of Jesus.
A Maclean, Hebridean Altars, Moray Press, Edinburgh, 1937
Modified
n IRISH BLESSINGS AND PRAYERS
MORE IRISH BLESSINGS AND PRAYERS
Modified
n IRISH BLESSINGS AND PRAYERS
MORE IRISH BLESSINGS AND PRAYERS
Thursday, 14 January 2016
Excerpt (B) from THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX
CHAPTER 2: THE OLIGARCHS MEET IN COUNCIL
Copyright: Thomas Hoskyns Leonard January 2016
PRELIMINARY DRAFT VERSION
Princess Natasha was awoken the next morning by her Trinkon slave boy
when he came gingerly into her bedchamber with a mug of bongvole
bovril and three poached ostrolight eggs.
“Throw that grease-ridden tray over the piano,
slave-runt,”she commanded, “and how many rioters and terrorists
did the Praetorian Guard leave for dead on the palace lawns
yesterday?”
When the slave got rid of the breakfast tray it crashed into
a dusty framed portrait of the British ambassador which was leaning
against the wall.
“Only thirteen, Sister Natasha,” he replied, quite
forlornly. “The Daily Inquisitor reports
that the soldiers showed
considerable constraint
and expressed a modicum of
sympathy for the victims.”
“Good,---hummmm---
Osamu. You
may advise the Vestal Virgins to bring my Robes of State.”
“Yes, Sister Natasha,”
replied Osamu Mangasarian,
more assertively. “Three bags
full, Sister Natasha. And one for the little chump who starves
down the lane.”
“Funny ha ha!”
How empathetic of me, mused Natasha, to acknowledge the
little runt's Christian name. It was fun watching my narcissistic
twin brother putting him through his paces on the patio yesterday
afternoon though. And didn't I have a superb time in the steam room
and the St. Margo of Mystique Chamber later? Oh happy, happy, days!
Prince Adam of Eden was at his most excited, and feeling young for
his age, later that morning, when he met with an august group of VIPs
in the Lotus Room. Princess Natasha was among the last to arrive,
flourishing a hippo-horse whip and hauling her husband Prince Hamlet
along behind her on a chain attached to his metal-studded leather dog
collar. When she sat down on the Peacock Throne, the
determined-looking young man dutifully knelt at her feet and squashed
a couple of roaches with his bare hands.
“Sock it to them, Hammy!” yelled Adam, only to be gently
cuffed in the ear by his Aunt Ophelia.
Hamlet was muscular and bare-chested with ruffled raven hair,
and he was scantily dressed in a ragged grey kilt and wooden Dutch
clogs. In contrast, Natasha was attired in flowing silver robes and a
sapphire-ridden gold headpiece inset with three red reinmooses'
antlers.
A human beefeater with a gap in his teeth knocked on the door
with a mace and, after being bidden to enter by the princess,
announced, “Your Imperial Highness, I address you as the Chair
Wizard of this esteemed Council of State. The Grand High Yin requests
your permission to enter and lead the meeting.”
“So granted,” replied the princess, swishing Prince Hamlet's
scar-ridden back with her whip.
Prince Adam gasped when the cat-like felixian Trithagoras
Tullius Cicero strode into the room bearing the red boxes of office
and sat himself down on the Yin's High Chair at the far end of the
Oval Table of Caliburn. He looks as if he's running the show, thought
Adam.
“Your Imperial Highnesses and esteemed colleagues,”
announced Lord Trithagoras. “We all sadly grieve for Felixius, the
courageous Republican leader, and for the thirteen Citizens of
Qinsatorix who perished in such noble causes in Trivoli yesterday
afternoon.”
“May they rest in peace and rise in glory,” cried Prince
Caleb of Trystonia, to fairly general murmurings of approval. Adam
endeavoured to restrain himself from hissing.
“Perhaps we could initiate the proceedings by inducting
three new members into our Grand Oligarchy,” continued Trithagoras.
“Would the Prince Consort, the Prince Infanta, and Professor
Angervast Friedman-Kissinger please approach the Imperial Throne so
that they may be put to everlasting endurement by the Sacred Blessing
of Nebbararthurius? I also call upon the Prince Imperial to bring
forth the Dagger of Galahad with his hand on its resistant brand and
hand it to our much revered Chair Wizard, the Goddess of the
Antlers.”
Prince Hamlet of Denmark didn't have far to go. When he
swivelled around on his knees,
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