IN SUPPORT OF MULTI-CULTURALISM AND TOLERANCE OF EVERYBODY, APART FROM THE ACTIVE UKIPPERS

                                                                                   

      I am writing this short article following an impassioned debate in my writers group, as the Trump-Brexit era approaches.

     It is essential for us to protect and defend our multi-cultural Society, since without this our vibrancy and future creativity will be lost. Over harsh immigration measures, and demands that immigrants should be forced to speak English all the time or over-conform to some stupid sense of Britishness, would lead us into a desperate vacuum where we are left to further machinations by the manipulative politicians and Faragians,

    Ethnic minorities should be enabled to develop and enhance their own cultures, while interacting in  positive ways with everybody, They should not, I personally believe, be permitted to rule themselves according to their own legal systems or to coerce their women or young people in socially unacceptable ways.

    I believe that their is too much brainwashing of our children by religion, in particular Christianity, in many parts of our Society, I believe that our children should be taught human values instead, and I have recently resigned my membership of St, Andrews and St, George's West Church in Edinburgh, for this and related reasons, (Please see my on-line Google Two Star Review for more details) Maybe only adults should be taught about religion, and then in a comparative manner which brings out the best, common factors from all religions e.g, mutual empathy and support for the whole of humankind,

    How should we treat people who we regard to the right of us? We should of course accommodate and seek to influence them for the betterment of human kind, unless of course they are arch-Tory politicians, raving Ukippers, T-party Republicans and the like, I would regard House Speaker Paul Ryan from Wisconsin as falling somewhat beyond the acceptable borderline, since he wishes to abolish food stamps. If we were ever to achieve a Utopian democracy, then the key test of its credibility would be as to whether it would tolerate a diversity of views within it.

     Would we need frontiers between countries or communes within a Utopian democracy? Unfortunately, we would probably need them for our World Society to be able to function efficiently in practical terms, Meanwhile the teachings of the Anarchists gain more and more credibility. Many scholars think that Christ himself was an Anarchist, and that the Synoptic Gospels (Matthew, Mark, and Luke) were composed as liturgies by a Jewish grass roots group who vehemently opposed the Establishment of the day.

               

PHYSICAL SOURCE FOUND FOR PAIN FROM FYBROMYALGIA

                                                                             

                                     NEWS FROM INTEGRATED TISSUE DYNAMICS

  Now, a breakthrough discovery by scientists at Integrated Tissue Dynamics LLC (Intidyn), as part of a fibromyalgia study based at Albany Medical College, has provided a biological rationale for this enigmatic disease. The small biotechnology research company, founded by neuroscientists Dr. Frank L. Rice and Dr. Phillip J. Albrecht, reports on a unique peripheral neurovascular pathology consistently present in the skin of female fibromyalgia patients which may be a driving source of the reported symptoms.
“Instead of being in the brain, the pathology consists of excessive sensory nerve fibers around specialized blood vessel structures located in the palms of the hands,” said Dr. Rice, President of Intidyn and the senior researcher on the study. “This discovery provides concrete evidence of a fibromyalgia-specific pathology which can now be used for diagnosing the disease, and as a novel starting point for developing more effective therapeutics.

JUST TESTING

On the History of Edinburgh's Botanic Cottage

                                                                             

                                     BOTANIC COTTAGE, EDINBURGH

                                    BOTANIC COTTAGE RE-OPENS


                                     SIMPSON AND BROWN ARCHITECTS



Last week I attended the official re-opening of the Botanic Cottage in its new location in the Royal Botanic gardens, with members of a reading group organised by the Scottish Poetry Library. Unfortunately, we arrived just in time to see Princess Anne disappearing behind a hedge, However, the architects were much lauded during the reception. I got into conversation with an important looking young architect who I took to be William Kay, the man who I knew had completed most of the historical research about the (Sir John Hope) Cottage in its previous location between Leith Walk and Hopetoun Crescent Gardens. However, it turned out to a case of mistaken identity, William Kay is now a private consultant, and he doesn't seem to have been given much credit at all for his magnificent accomplishments.

     This evening, I met up with the real William Kay one more time in one of my favourite restaurants, He is most impressive in professional terms, He had for example, determined that

                                                  JOHN WILLIAMSON,

the head gardener at the old Royal Botanics was MURDERED in 1780. Furthermore, William's ancestor John Kay was the artist of the only known painting of the first Regius Keeper John Hope, and John Williamson also appeared in the painting

                                      CELEBRATING HOPE---see page 8 of THE BOTANICS

Without William Kay's detailed historical researches, which he'd described to me at length during previous years, the new version of the Botanic Cottage wouldn't look anything like it does today

   

ON THE PRAGUE SPRING OF 1968

                                                                             

                                         WHAT SOCIALISM, WHAT HUMAN FACE?


                                                                   SOLIDARITY p.d.f


                           When the Russians invaded Czechoslovakia in 1968, I was hitch-hiking in Germany with my girl-friend, and taking a ride between Munich and Stuttgart when the news came through on the car radio,

                                                                   LIBCOM.ORG

                    A website containing numerous anarchist and liberation left articles, A very rich resource. See, for example The SNP, Scottish Nationalism and the Class struggle: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

INVASION THROUGH THE WITTGENSTEIN WORMHOLE

                                                                               

     Here is an excerpt from my novel 'THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX' which has been published on

                                                     KINDLE EDITION

     A fortnight later, a Spanish interloping beam diverted twenty-four drone-triangles and created a window in the magnetosphere through which it was relatively safe for the Icarian spacecraft to travel. The technicians in the space station in Castile placed bets and stayed glued to their monitors, all eager to see what happened next.

General Spunk Spitfire picked his yellowy green gnashers as he took off from Gatwick in the first of twelve mega-ships. A total of 60,000 well-seasoned troops were travelling with the space fleet. After completing a couple of orbits, the fleet headed for the magnetosphere.

Stan, the affable Apollo gorilla pilot, grinned. “We're approaching the window of divine opportunity, Sir.”

Spitfire smiled. “Top ho'!”

Stan growled, “Whoops!”

A stray drone-triangle took off the tail of the third mega-ship in line.

In Castile, the Spanish technicians laughed their heads off when they saw the troubled spacecraft burst into blue and red flames.

Stan grimaced.

“We've lost one, Sir,” he said. as the mega-ship hurtled in a fireball through the exosphere.

“There's eleven left,” snorted Spitfire. “Put your foot on the peddle!”

To Spunk's utter relief, there was no further incident of note for fully seventeen space hours. His legs were beginning to cramp when he saw a bright blue patch beyond Bellatrix Minora.

“There she blows!” bellowed Stan.

Spitfire guffawed. “Way to go! It's the Shepherdess of Orion.”

Thirty seconds later, the space fleet entered the not-so-black hole and streamed smoothly through the Wittgenstein Wormhole before emerging into the psychedelic razzmatazz that was the Universe of Transfiguration.

“This is where the dreams in your head merge with the dreams in the stars,” said Spitfire, waxing lyrical.

Stan twisted the pilot stick. “I didn't know we were going on that sort of trip.”

When Spunk Spitfire saw Sigma-Psi looming bright green behind the Scorpion Sunstar he asked Stan to guide the fleet closer, to take a peek. To his surprise, he saw a shining, silver space station orbiting the Planet of the Dragoks. Upon closer scrutiny, he determined that the space station was Castellos.

They've undoubtedly seen us too, realized Spitfire, and that could scupper the devious plans that I've been keeping bottled in the back of my post-Neanderthal skull.

But Spitfire looked back while his fleet was soaring through the Mousy Way. Castellos had come out of orbit, and was heading in the general direction of the Kronecker-Delta planets.

Thank goodness for that, enthused Spitfire. Now I can now put plan “Strike 'Em Hot” into operation, and humpty-dumpty Caleb won't know the fuck. I'll destroy his ghastly siblings and take the throne of Qinsatorix by right of conquest. King Emperor Spunkius the First, here we come! My poor, dear father would've been so proud.

THOMAS'S PRIMARY SCHOOL CHRISTMAS BIKER RUN

                                                                                 

Probably about 100 little primary 1s and 2s all singing merry Christmas to us yesterday.
The atmosphere was so lovely!
Kids had huge smiles and were so well behaved!

This was PirnieHall Primary School in Pilton.
The toy run was done by Saltire Suzuki and Alba Customs.
10 bikes consisting of Harley Davidsons, Kawasaki, Victory, and Yamaha took part.
The run went from Saltire Biker Village aka Gasoline Alley at Chesser, zigzagging across town to Pilton.

Afterward, we retreated back to Gasoline Alley where hot soup and bacon rolls were waiting