A Christmas Sense

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Subject: A Christmas Sense
Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2010 10:25:40 +0000

              Is there plenty of food available? Do we need to walk the length and breadth to celebrate Christmas? Why is Christmas so special, and what is the sense of it? We want Chrismas to be extra-special, happy or happier, to spur us into sentiments that we can look back to. It is another bonus to life, whatever that means. We rush around, not even knowing what to buy, what to plan;  we think about  tinsels gleaming brightly, the cold weather in Europe and other northern parts. We go to  Christmas plays and feasting in nice restaurants,  the dance, the ball, the children romping around in their nice outfits. The drinks and drinking, the beautifully-wrapped presents and opening them with sheer excitement,  the carols and hymns played in shops, homes,  the bearded  fat men in red and white outfits ho-hoing and smiling at children running to them for sweets, and a hug.Risa 
 
            Whatever it is about the beauty of Christmas must be the joy of the celebration itself. Of course we know it is now highly-commercialised, but who cares? Adults and children love Christmas. We all look forward to this season. It is inexplicable to doubt the glorious effect it has on the majority of people around the world. How can we shove Christmas to one side when it is one season where we can share gifts, love and joy? Where we see the glee in children's faces, their wonderment and purity of acceptance. Sonrisa
 
            The emotion felt by kids receiving their Christmas presents is another plus in an otherwise bleak year for many families. All over the world, we see pockets of war, poverty, violence , natural catastrophe. But Christmas also brings a moment of peace and harmony. We can all share in the sadness but at the same time, Christmas can also be an engine of new-found inner peace and understanding. The sense of Christmas is having Christmas each December. We all await this special time of year without the usual guilt we keep in our thoughts.
 
            There is no stopping Christmas. Even in the Islamic world, they celebate Christmas with the Christian world. Christmas brings us all together. It keeps the tills going; it employs people; it puts money in people's pockets; it may bankrupt some, temporarily, but that's just the way it is, in the five continents that love and celebrate Christmas. It gives meaning to an otherwise drab month. Christmas makes sense and it is this that gives us the sense to understand better about us, too.SorpresaSabelotodo

A very very Happy Christmas to you all! May 2011 be just as good or better, happier. Above all, may it be another peaceful, more prosperous and doctor-free, dentist-free year!Sonrisa
 
(unedited version) 

Democracy is a sham in the 21st century--true or false?

Join us at the new community page, Democracy is a sham in the 21st century--true or false? http://fb.me/DCcWGNs4 and discuss its shortcomings, its advantages and disadvantages, its treachery, its flaws as well as its beauty. Give your insight or opinion why democracy is becoming questionable and why it is failing many countries, especially in the Developing World.

Cheers!

Part 2 - A Collection of Quotable (?) Quotes, by Hill Roberts (copyright 2010)

 

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Subject: Part 2 - A Collection of Quotable (?) Quotes, by Hill Roberts (copyright 2010)
Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:06:14 +0000

As promised, here is "Part 2 - A Collection of Quotable (?) Quotes".  I may have failed to mention it before,
but some of the lines in my Part 1 Collection were lifted from my original poems which I had given specific
themes for each quotation.  I have thoroughly enjoyed writing these quips and Parts 3 & 4 will be published
in July and August, respectively.
 
Each part will be allotted fifty quotations
so that there's more time to savour and enjoy each theme. I've also tried to make each quotation short for memory recall. Here are the new fifty Quotable (?) Quotes.
 
1. Insight: a prevailing hiccup that refuses to stop with noise.
 
2. Yearning: it's a steady retrenchment of aimless flightwithout which, the earnings fall short of the outcome.

 
3. Conscience: a gnawing element that requires you and I to recant, when we can, without the guilt that hammers the mind.
 
4. Penance: it keeps returning to haunt and blight showmanship, especially when kneeling while going to church.
 
5. Feeling trapped: you make no amends to nasty chasms while whistling endlessly without being listened to.

 
6. Heaven: don't condemn yourself to something unforeseen, especially when no one's there to
                greet you.
 
7. Helping someone: a kindly offer but rarely a blood compact.
 
8. Betrayal: the squeamishness is registered into disks without your knowledge of course.
 
9. Adventure: it's an interception more than a revelation of what you are.
 
10. Morale: it's a matter of pure embitterment especially when morals are questionable.
 
11. Confidence: it can be regained even more with a few con tricks but finding them is trickier.
 
12. Momentum: just don't utter nonsense in silence, otherwise you'd lose your balance.
 
13. Difficult times: they're harder to mask in front of phoney accomplices.
 
14. Blame: you're not supposed to delve deep into the disappearing abyss of self-infliction.
 
15. Essence: only if you know the difference between ember and  smoke for it is that
                   aspect of life where things could go wrong.
 
16. Redemption: it can hit us like scary, planted gnomes, without  the immediacy of forgiveness
                       notwithstanding.
 
17. Forgiveness: an element that means nothing to you and me and where empty words
                        don't sound as good as a smack across the face.
 
18. Truth: we're not so apart in judging people, just wait until judgement day.
 
19. Hatred: it seems to grow each time we breathe.
 
20. Life: just one aspect that events can't overreach without having to live to see it.
 
21. Gesture: it helps keep the conversation going--just make sure you don't point
                  that finger at my face.
 
22. Sympathy: I don't need the loss to toss it back at you.
 
23. Fate: it's a lonely length to the cause of heartache.
 
24. Humour: it's  hidden in those thick elbows rather well, until you realise no one
                 actually finds it funny.
 
25. Innocence: it supposes understanding but not its fervent coming.
 
26. Survival: tomorrow, another new crook will come around and prey.
 
27. Hell: it's lukewarm when there's no one to welcome you to fire you up.
 
28.Constituents: they see fiction and truth while cowering behind rags and filth.
 
29. The Economy: secret fat payroll will  greatly be reduced.
 
30. (Personal) Appearance: they insist on good grooming without the punch and substance.
 
31. Dirty Tricks: it may either swing or sway, depending on your stoic stance to dirt.
 
32. Misery: there's no protection from unwarranted strife.
 
33. Power: it's a lifetime gem of greed, and the occasional hit list to put people in line.
 
34. Generosity: a few lousy tips from corporate creeps remind us to be on guard all the time.
 
35. Virtue: it's virtually nil in people who profess to possess it.
 
36. Value: its true meaning would be badly-erased with the question, "How much?"
 
37. Winning: dimensions begin with the usual promises they undertake while forgetting the promises before they had won it.
 
38. Society: only if, only when, and only they will attest to what it is all about.
 
39. United Nations: they harness diplomatic ties to prolong their employment.
 
40. Baloney: disengage this skill and your own bounty increases.
 
41. Caution: goodwill rebounds in excess.

42. Danger: it can be made easy by way of massage, just mind the contagious diseases lurking around.

43. Greatness: just share the spoils without feeling rejected.
 
44. Cronyism: it formalises the dictum without the vacuum.
 
45. Pain:  all things considered,one must endure without the nurture.
 
46. Childhood days: just the sort of stuff you could all foresee in a wandering glee.

47. Misjudgement:  it can cruelly be so near that moment of challenge without the revenge.
 
48. Pretension:  it's a partner in our bone marrow--just make sure no one notices it.
 
49. Saying Adios: godspeed my dear, don't ever unpack!

50. Compromise: please don't rub in the consequent  uprising.

(Note: Those who wish to use My  Original Quotations are welcome for as long as credit is given to the author. Thanks.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Afghanistan: The Longest, Hopeless Invasion

 


 


This essay began as a thread that I originally started on June 26, 2010 on Facebook, based on my comments as posted  on BBC 4 The Today Programme. I decided to put it into essay form here for others interested  to know  what's going on in one of the poorest, most inhumane countries the world has ever seen in recent memory. The essay retains the original wording of my comments on the BBC 4 Programme, which can be found on the BBC 4 Radio page on Facebook. - Hill Roberts

 
Five years is a hell of a long time to get out of Afghanistan. It's not a proper war the Brits and Americans are fighting for, rather, a culture and a deep misunderstanding and ignorance about the country's culture and thinking. This country has always been tribal, insular, with deep-seated beliefs no Western mind will ever understand. Forcing these people to think like the West is like forcing forceps into their bodies. It is the West's quest to insist on their own passion for "democratic principles" that will always remain putrid and unwanted by the Afghanis. Resistance has grown twenty-fold for the very reason that the West's presence was forced upon them...and why should they?
 
Who are they to do it? There are equally worse countries doing the same, inhumane things to their citizens--Somalia, Yemen, the Middle East, Burma, etc., yet, the meddling into Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iraq pale in comparison. We know why, don't we? Burma, thank goodness, is one stubborn country not to give into the US and the UK. OK, it's human rights record is apathetic, to say the least,but  by not allowing the West to meddle in its affairs, problems are localised and no spread of so-called revolutionaries have been formed. Too bad the CIA has failed in its attempts to meddle and plant their own self- proclaimed democratic new leaders (wide grin). Shame they managed to do it in Pakistan, Iraq, Afghanistan, the Philippines. Haven't you noticed that each time the US meddles, trouble brews and worsens? Does the US really expect Afghanistan to change when all throughout the centuries, they've always been insular? 
 
Barbaric or not, it's how they want it to be--the West just can't barge in and impose their so-called "democratic principles". So, why force it on them? The US/UK have their own backyard to clean and clear, too. They should start there. Look at the billions of dollars and pounds spent on a country that has no wish to adopt their "democratic principles". The Russians tried it for twelve long years, to no avail. No one will ever succeed in Afghanistan. No one, not in a million years!
 
Above all, look at the needless deaths of young soldiers--and for what?? For what??

 
Indeed, it may be very frustrating to see Afghanistan that way, but there's no one who can do it than the Afghanis themselves. The West are just wasting their time, money and effort--a futile exercise in the 21st century. Time to re-think their policies as well as their mindset re eastern culture.
 
I don't think it's a question of victory. This is where the problem lies, that word is, in itself, a subscribed arrogance. Just what kind of victory do we expect from this when this war has nothing to do with Western values? This war has all to do with protecting the West's interests, so let's not be fooled into believing that they care about those ordinary Afghanis. If they do care about people and their rights, we only need to look at India's catastrophic Bhopal accident, where, to this day, those poor people haven't received a penny. Why on earth do they have to be in Afghanistan when securing the individual's country's borders is a better answer than a stupid invasion? This inexplicable invasion for the good of "democratic principles" is one big rubbish heap! Are the Western countries really there because of democracy and to impose it on them? For starters, democracy is an idealism that would need to be updated in the 21st century. Like it or not, democracy is a bad idea--it is corrupt, time-consuming, pretentious, arrogant.
 
Democracy, for me, is a misnomer. Look at India--boasting to be the world's biggest democracy. Oh, really? 650 million with no proper toilets and houses? Why?
Democracy would need countless people to approve a single economic project--and politicians waste their time signing/making legislations--better not to have elected political officials. Things move on an awful lot quicker. China, Singapore, Vietnam come to mind. Let's not pretend that democratic countries do not have torture chambers. Whatever we say, no one, but no one, can solve Afghanistan's problems, ills, they way they treat their women. Frustrating to the core but that's the way it is in that country: the more the West meddle, the worse reaction it is from them--it's as simple as that--and it has nothing to do with anything, just bloody human nature passed through each Afghani generation--and never to change, ever! As for their women, the majority close ranks with their men for fear of reprisals--and for fearing fear itself. They, too, have helped encouraged their men to be what they are, or what they have become, since they allowed these narrow-minded folks to control them. It is control and obedience they impose.
 
As for victory, there are no victors in this--only victims--on both sides. I'd say "subscribed arrogance" because this is what the Western governments employ, pretending to be something else. The long view would be OK, if governments worldwide update, and I emphasise the word, "update"--their policies and re-think how to deal with countries dissimilar to their own. Somehow, their policies are 19th century!
 
"Subscribed arrogance" is what they employ and have been employing to justify their reasons for invading Iraq, Afghanistan and other poorer countries. Result? Needless death, billions of dollars and pounds and nowhere near their planned agenda and rhetorical hummings.
 
Will they learn? I doubt it. They want to rule the world, that's why, with tragic, tragic results.

 
(Note: Union Carbide supposedly settled $500 million--but hardly went to the victims of that horrendous accident in Bhopal, India)


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Bill Clinton: Philanthropist


Subject:  Bill Clinton: Philanthropist
Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 17:25:25 +0000

What you are about to read has been lifted from my Facebook page. The comments here are printed verbatim and I hope you'd enjoy the hilarious comments. This is the first time I'm transferring a Facebook page because I truly found it so funny. We are all adults here so let's just savour the moment when fb friends reply to one another, on my status on Wednesday, 23rd June 2010.

 Here is my status:

Bill Clinton>> "I did not have sex with that woman." So he said, with conviction, in 1997 and I believed him...until the famous Gap dress did the trick for us, and made Gap famous worldwide. Truly a stroke of luck for the clothing/retail company and a curse for gorgeous Bill...What do we think of Bill now?
 
HR: The finger gesture was when he faced the world, emphasising that, "I did not have sex with that woman..."
 
Marissa: Hi! Hi! Hi! The finger gesture? He should have used his middle finger to make it more convincing....Hahahahhaaha!
 
HR: Hahahhahhaha!
 
Lamberto: From Monica Lewinsky: "It was a great pleasure to have served you, Mr President."
              From Bill: De nada, hija, de nada...It was my pleasure as well."
 
HR: I'd imagine that was the conversation they were in, albeit in just one language.
 
Marissa: like, my pleasure is yours, Mr President....bwahahahhahahhhahaah!
 
HR: ...or with a "breathy(?)" voice, she said, "When's the next one, Sir? He replied: "Now, darling, now!"
 
Marissa: Hahahahahaaha!
 
HR: I thought it went on for eight months...OK, was it off and on? hahhahaha..
 
HR: What about those other women? Whatever happened to them....Miss Flowers?
 
Marissa: she became wilted.
 
HR: ...or perhaps, she was turned into dried flowers by Monica and still on display around the corner of her living room.
 
Brian: The first thing I thought of was the corpse Flower: http://en.wikipedia.org/wi
 
Lamberto: After Ms Flowers was deflowered, she became an endorser for Miracle-Glo.
 
Marissa: a big chuckle over here...BWAHAHAHAHA
 
HR: I just had a look at your link. Thanks. It was indeed displayed in London in 2005 five years ago. Hmm, I wonder if she looks that way now,
      Miss Flowers?
 
Brian: HAHAHA. Hilarious! Let's hope she knows her pistil from her stamen by golly...
 
HR: Bert, he certainly was that way, but, isn't Miracle-Glo for grass, to replace the weeds? Unless of course, she also turned into weeds.......err.......
      grass, as in, "supergrass" for the CIA/FBI?
 
Brian: More like crabgrass--oh, I was thinking of Linda Tripp.
 
Lamberto: Good link, Brian. Now I know the Indonesians call it "Bunga Bangai", exactly how we say it in Tagalog, or "flower of a cadaver". I like the ring to
"amorphopallus", scientific, yet erotic.
 
HR: Aw, Brian, that was the name that escaped me. (referring to Linda Tripp). How could I forget? She tripped, certainly after her declaration.
 
HR: ...or a flower for a cadaver, then, Bert? Giggles over here...



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Part 1 - A Collection of Quotable (?) Quotes, 2010, by Hill Roberts (copyright 2010)

Since joining Facebook, I have noticed many fb users quoting famous dead people. Of course, I myself found it irresistible doing
the same thing since quoting famous lines always attracted attention. Somehow, that got me thinking to write my own, at least,
just a few silly ones. The idea to make my own stemmed originally from an argument I had with a former fb friend, who, each time I opened
this person's page, the wall was littered with quotations from unknown (?) obscure writers...perhaps, I've been naive myself not
to be reading high-faluting books since leaving college, ages ago. Still, having the initiative to sit down and do some quotations
--tongue-in-cheek, of course, has given me the courage that doing it is a worthwhile effort after all. While not many
readers would care about quotations, I know that quoting people is still being done, with or without acknowledging the author of that
particular line or quotation.(...although it is only polite and proper to acknowledge its authorship.)


So, here is Part 1 of my Collection of Quotable (?) Quotes(76 quotations) which I started writing and collating in late February 2010.
 
1. Corruption - it is a byword for laboured trial and error blunder where scandal of expenses are concealed.
 
2. IQ - I used to be a pretentious intellectual myself, until I was told  I had an IQ of nought.
 
3. Hardship - It would have been  a bygone era if mankind stopped devouring it--more so, with false teeth.
 
4.The Last Supper -a)  I dread sitting at the table confronted with the ultimate truth.
 
                          -b)  A big cause of family spats, hatred and anger, just when I was looking forward to a sumptuous meal.
 
5.Climate Change - a) I'll buy the biggest parasol.
 
                        b)  Al Gore may not agree, but he changed his marital status anyway.

 
6. Martial Law - Declare Martial Law and I'll force everyone to wear a deodorant.
 
7. Political Commentators - They love themselves more than they love talking about the nature of politics.
 
8. State of Mind - It depends on the quality of  your Bank Acccount.
 
9. Choice -  You have no right to be choosy, not even in national elections.
 
10. USA - Land of dreams, dullards, and dollars, and, if I'm allowed to add, some dimwits.
 
11. Commitment - It's like an obscure prison house: once you're in it, your movement is limited to a few walks
                         a day, albeit with a dog --or not.
 
12. Idle Gossip - a) A cluster of lips bounded by disguised camaraderie.
 
                      b) It is unassuming in its recklessness.
 
13. Being Childless - A reality borne out of fear of natural birth, notwithstanding excruciating pain for others.
 
14. Clocks - I wish I could turn the clock back--I could have kept all my teeth intact.
 
15. Ageism - Separating those who had cosmetic surgery and botox, and those who couldn't afford both.
 
16. Rules - Advicing people to pay attention only to rule themselves out for the entire period.
 
17. Debates  a)- A fine detail only when you win it...
 
                b) - When an uncontrollable environment embraces aggression, not assertiveness.

 
18. Internet - a) Engaging and getting to the primary cause of not having saliva wasted.
 
                 b)- Just fingers needed  to re-inforce one's ideas and thoughts.
 
19. Payback - It doesn't come back quickly enough.
 
20. Being Superb -  It's a belief that one's own finery becomes rudimentary in the face of awesome
                          retribution and failure.
 
21. Holy Week - a) A week of blood-letting, cumbersome costumes and false piousness...
 
                    b)- It's one of boredom, in the guise of reckless intrusion and onion-assisted crocodile tears.
 
22. Thinking - Instigate it with gender-bender accuracy either by necessity or choice.
 
23. Being Profound - If it's utterly empty, it's because the vessel taken was rusty.
 
24. Security - a) It adds elegance to people's sense of fear.
 
                 b)- Those gates are too high to climb and social climbers will fall flat begging for attention.
 
25. Sentimental Value - When all else fails,  get rid of it, otherwise, you devalue your own sentiments.
 
26. The Academe - a) When counting grades, accidental bias, favouritism and significant rubbing of elbows
                           come to fray.
                       
                         -b) A place where too much reading of famous people's works becomes a sore point in
                            your backside.
 
27. Soundbites - Politicians are known to wise-crack all the time. When the bite happens, the sound
                       reverberates like a sling shot to their insensitive ways.
 
28. TV/Radio Presenters - Hell, politicians aren't my cup of tea anymore than having rude presenters
                                    overplay their mission to deafen the interviewee and the listeners.
 
29. Footballers - Highly-paid, basically semi-illiterate, whose wealth will never exceed the number of
                       cells in their tiny brain, unless they give some of their money to us, respectability
                       will always be a sporting mission.
 
30. Celebrities - If they celebrate in a normal way, it's up to them to tone down their exuberance.
                      It's an effective treatment for their unnecessary pursuit of bad behaviour--off and on.
 
31. Facebook - a) It overrides belief that you're judged first before you're seen.
 
                   - b) It's when intelligence comes second to popularity.
 
32. Getting To Know Each Other - Not in our lifetime!
 
33. Mobile Phone - It conflicts with nature as we know it while getting attached permanently to those
                          stubborn ears, yelling secrets for others to hear.
 
34. Arguments - Too noisy to share, too violent to show, too frank to accept but endearing in its concept.
 
35. Product/Brand - Half of mankind would either eat it or spit it out, but Tiger Woods' Nike ball will still do the talking.
 
36. Liars - They are aware theyr'e lying to their teeth, and if that's anything to go by, go check them...no,
               not the teeth.
 
37. Mental Illness - It's  like listening to our guts explaining the rudiments how the vital organs sound and work.
 
38. Courting -a)  If courting is corny, wait until you see the judge in court.
 
                 -b)  The judge sees the couple part ways after a day in court.

 
39.Revolutionary Change - Secrets are exposed and conclusions begin.
 
40. Dictators - From disgrace to oblivion, they're handed quietly to shadier links.
 
41. Dialogue - It will never be a sting, without clinging to unwanted spies.
 
42. Business - They change tactics, ideals and dogma, while flaunting their antics.
 
43. Political Reform - It's a piece of paper that promises no bounty.
 
44. Democratic Countries - All democratic countries have their own torture chambers. Let's stop
                                    pretending they only run sweet shops.
 
45. Trust - It is relative. We can be trusting to the point of stupidity, and trustworthy to the
                point of desperation.
 
46. Democracy - Just another paper trail, the odd sip of brandy and smuggled Cuban cigars.
 
47. Writing History - Another waste of ungodly hours,embellished lies, wild imagination with
                            fancy semantics to force  you back to sleep.
 
48. Vulgarity - It's not an open suggestion, rather an action that's easy to emote.
 
49. Third World - a piece of this, a piece of that, politicians' lips hardly get dry.
 
50. Norm of Diplomacy - a) The country they serve aims for higher gloss.
 
                               -b) It's a refuge for duplicity, encountering all its flaws.
 
51. Emigrating - a) Cultural differences slam the distinction and done at random.
 
                    -b) Where entry of the moneyed legals clearly pleases authorities' faces.

 
52. Thoughts of Dying - It's when you lie in bed imagining it as a rebuff.
 
53. Nobody - The feeling is like a piece of abandoned remnant.
 
54. Social Friends - Watch their usual smile and pretense, observe them sit and get intense.
 
55. Big Minds - Demand no shallow reason, often, they're ahead of what's affirmation.
 
56. Small Minds - Starkly ignorant of a puzzled exchange.
 
56. Growing Old - Declining years oversee the pensioners' queue.
 
57. Husbands - Happily around when things go right, sending the mood makes a quiet rebound.
 
58. Third World - Noodles and French fries not easy to get hold of, while those in power share
                        nothing but cold and cough.
 
59. Flirting - An outcome so delicious, magnifying sensation.
 
60. Diplomacy -a) The veracity of bad news is imposed by its wake.
 
                    -b)  Handling warfare and welfare can be a grave mistake.
 
61. Fine Mess - The deeper you get it worsens, acknowledge that rotten mound instead.
 
62. Poetry-Writing - It is sharpened intellect, outsmarting all nonsensical marketing.
 
63. Emotion - You are an object of some low esteem.
 
64. Retirement - You gaze at nowhere, mindful of the task.
 
65. Falling On  Hard Times - Oh! for heaven's sakes, it's real!
 
66. Third World - Countries impound corporations, sealing them with chrome.
 
67. Time-out - For reasons unknown, it becomes deplorable.
 
68. Peace - It can only be achieved, piece by piece.
 
69. Poverty - The inside dealings and handshakes between the poor and the powerful nicely co-exist.
 
70. Religion - Its true meaning needs no room for predilection.
 
71. Family Planning - It's no more than an extra pep talk.
 
72. Politicians -When they need people's vote, they're around, constantly smiling. 
 
73. Wall Street - Indifference and expediency clash with so much pity.
 
74. Hunger - People expect everything to be handed in a Chinese wok.
 
75. Fighting Spirit - It's what you often stress.

76. Thoughts - All thoughts are recycled.

 

(Copyright 2010, Hill Roberts, Marbella, Spain)

(Anyone can use quotation with proper acknowledgment to the Author )

Permission will be granted to use my quotes who seek it. Thanks!

Indifference - A Poem, written in 1991, by Hill Roberts

                 
 
(From, "A Collection of Contemporary Poems" by Hill Roberts)
 
All told, one couldn't care less...
 
  You'll never be able to ruffle beyond a tether,
  in any case, does it really matter?
  Can anyone be so shallow-minded...
      never mind, never mind, never mind...
 
It whispers quietly and gently,
      aloof, so aloof, pacing about nonchalantly.
 
Care to read these silly thoughts?
     They can never be guessed or bought.
     You'll never get, never ever get any sympathy...
     in this domain, nor love, nor care, nor touch
         nor shared pain.
 
Your sense of humour,
     hidden in those thick elbows rather well,
     if you complain and mope,
     you're beginning to know...
     fat chance, who wants to give it a go?
 
You asked once, you asked twice
    but never will you make thine bite...
 
It's like a pebble...cool, refreshing, tiny, by the sea.
    No one can touch these thoughts, this spirit, this hindrance---
   What nonsense,what indifference?
   Often, a certain gasp, win or lose...times lapse.
 
The loathing, the fondness, the gripes...
   the frown, fed up with so much sweet talk
   that mask has finally come down.
 
Nothing and nothing will make it balk.

Part 2-- White-Collar Crime, Fine Police Force, Fine Town

My husband and I didn't hear from the Police Force until we decided to go to the Comisaria de Marbella (National Police)on
the 18th May 2010...
We sat and waited for almost an hour, until we were told to go inside one of the tiny rooms. There, I explained, once again,
how we got swindled by this con artist, John White, a British national, whom we met during one of his road shows held in
Marbella on the 16th-19th December 2009. Let me remind you that this Mr White wasn't operating on his own: he was with
two young assistants, one a certain English girl called Zoe and a mixed-race man who spoke with a British posh accent.
They were there showing us video clips, and jotting down all our items, which included World War I medals, very old coins,
jade pin, gold heirloom watches and a few other items which we put under "coins".

  Anyway, the man in charge of this sort of "denuncia" or complaint was a young, pleasant policeman who , as soon as I
recounted to him about Mr White, told me to go to another office and there, Marcos will attend to me and my husband.
Again, we sat in the lobby, waiting for him to come out. After an hour or so, we inquired how we could speak to Marcos.
It was then noon and Marcos would be able to attend to us  only by phone in the afternoon, or see him again, early morning,
meaning, having to queue with the rest to explain,once again, our predicament.

  Still, the man was kind enough to give the phone number of Marcos. The following day, I managed to speak to him and
yes, they were able to locate him! and yes, he was booked! and yes, he was sent to the Juzgado #3,where he was
remanded in custody. This was after a fortnight or so after we lodged our "denuncia". Great, I expressed my delight to
Marcos, who was more than willing to tell me what transpired after he was arrested. John White didn't resist arrest on
the 22nd February 2010. He was handcuffed, sent to the Comisaria and questioned. Then, he was processed and remanded
in custody the following day. But, guess what? The police couldn't keep him since the Judge could only request for bail!
He was told to report every ten-fifteen days, according to Marcos, but John White absconded!! Que? What? Yes, he is now
in hiding...but, wait a minute...Marcos added another strange story. While he  absconded, and hid, of course, three men
pounced on  him and beat him almost to death. Yes, the words of Marcos himself. I was both happy and equally surprised
that someone beat this guy up. Did they know he was a con artist? Did they know that he had also conned a number of
British people? For the first time, I felt elated. John was not at all happy since he couldn't even get his money back,let alone
the family heirlooms and other items which were in our possession for decades.

  So, to recap: John White's real name is John Allan White, born in 1952, English. He was arrested, then he absconded. Meanwhile,
some guys beat him up. But guess what? Mr White went to the Comisaria to report the incident and filed an official complaint
about these three guys who left him blue and black. Meanwhile, I also mentioned to Marcos that he claimed to have owned a large house
up in Beverley Hills, Hollywood. I could hear Marcos sigh and break into a laugh. He said that he owed his landlord  thousands of Euros
of unpaid housebills! He left that villa owing him and his family a huge amount of unpaid rent.

  Meanwhile, we wait--again. He is in hiding, that's for sure. I will remember his face, Zoe's and that other assistant's. I will look at
each face entering a resto or a cafe. These guys can't go far.. They are, in effect, fugitives from justice. I am quite certain that
over a short period, we will get the justice we deserve. The moral of the story is: smooth talkers are the biggest con artists you'll
ever meet. Don't be deceived by soft-spoken people who are trying to convince you that they'd be able to dispose of you family
heirlooms.

  Yes, we ended up with egg---even mud--on our faces, but we are stronger and wiser. They will find John Allan White, and when that
happens, Marcos will inform me and we will see John Allan White again, face to face.

A Fine Mess

 

From: hillrob53@hotmail.com
To: post@iftruthbetold.posterous.com
Subject: A Fine Mess
Date: Sat, 22 May 2010 09:55:26 +0000

Written in 1990, by Hill Roberts
 
A fine mess you're in,
 
      try getting out--
 
you're boxed in:

swirling like a lost soul,
 
defending your wisdom and call.
 
lurking in the  dark
 
     find your way out--

squeezing and fighting,

yelling and shaking,
 
     it's what is all about.
 
aim and shout, "Ah!"
 
     forget the sudden jolt,
 
     acknowledge that rotten mound.
 
perceive and accept the mess
 
     as an alternative to circumspect-
 
     the deeper you get, it worsens.
 
     determination can't be hastened.
 
alas, you manage to sneak out.
 
     Your way in could be a lost bout--
 
retrieve all hidden virtues,
 
     forget those awful dues.

White-Collar Crime, Fine Police Force, Fine Town

Marbella is indeed a fine town. There's hardly any crime here, save for a few drug dealers from South America,
Russia UK and China. Even then, we can safely assume that crime in this town is few and far between. How boring
is this town when compared to other towns and cities in the US, Britain, Russia and Mexico?
 
This town has a fine police force: they are split into three >> the Local Police,  the Comisaria (National Police)
and the Guardia Civil.Yesterday, we went to the Comisaria to report about a Coin Collector who held a "Subasta" or Auction in one
of this town's finest hotels, El Fuerte in November 2009. The company's name, Coin Master  Auction,S.L. has its
base here and the gentleman running it goes by the name of John A White. He is British and two young assistants
work for him. They claim to be professional people and experienced in handling old and ancient coins, as well as
antique medals and antique gold watches.
 
We went there for the purpose of informing the police that to this day, Mr John White has not forwarded or returned
the money due us. He rang us up to say that the Cheque was on the way, and that was the last we heard of him.
He may have also defrauded other British people living here but it is the gullibility in our manner that got us into this
problem. We trusted this gentleman with our life, thinking that he could dispose of the items.
 
The policeman attending to us had been polite, non-intrusive and very attentive when I explained to him the reason why
we were there...Marbella is a small town, hence, crime too is not very common. Having reported this incident, and
filing an official report was not something I do everyday. But,yes, it was my first time, and it was indeed a relief
that my husband and I got it off our chest.
 
We have been calling up Mr White and never replied to our phone calls. We sent him emails, to no avail. We checked
his website but there was nothing to suggest that his company was active in Coin Auctions. Yes, we also found out
by simple detective work that he was using a fictitious name because John Alexander White was indeed a Coin Collector
who lived almost 150 years ago or so...yes, we were conned. We were defrauded by an Englishman who also boasted
that he owned a big house in Beverley Hills, USA.
 
As for the policemen/women here, we have only good words for them: fine, diligent people of the law. In fact, one of them
rang me up  today to inquire if there were other British people who had been conned by a smooth-talking man called John White.
I replied that I couldn't specify for sure but I do know that there were other clients in that hotel with their items to be
shown or presented to this Mr White. I felt sure now that all those in the hotel banquet room were  conned.
 
I have found out too that because this town hardly has crime, the policemen here are doing their best to find the culprit.
They are excited too that they've got something to do, other than the mundane, desk job that they have been accustomed
to---until now...No, don't get me wrong.They do have jobs, only, these jobs are not as challenging or as dangerous as one
would find in Los Angeles, New York, London, Rio de Janeiro, Mexico or Manila.
 
Should we bemoan the fact that Marbella is such a boring, uninteresting town? No. Far from it. But yes, we do appreciate the
time we spent there with a tall, young, good-looking cop who was polite and unswerving in his job as a member of the
National Police Force (Comisaria). We felt so relaxed telling him about how we allowed ourselves to be conned by an Estafador.
 
So, guys, if you have been had, and it happened in my lovely town, you bet you will be entertained by the polite cops here.

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A Socio-Political Poem called: "Land Mines">>Silver Medal at the International Society of Poets, Washington, D.C. 2000

(Abridged Version, a requirement at the Competition...The Unabridged Version has twenty two stanzas...)

They crawl, they beg, they lie about in cases,
The peace and quiet and ugly open spaces,
Giving up that hope, giving up a dream,
Their knowledge of life is limited to a scream;

So near, yet far, estranged and no help,
They try to reach out, they can only yelp,
The barking, the mooing, as if there's no more hell,
A donation, a clasp, and nothing more to quell;

That tunnel of hope reminds you and me,
It brings forth truth but nowhere to see,
It brushes the tone of moderation and diplomacy,
While the real victims of land mines recognise no supremacy;

"Spell it out why we need those mines,"
Suppliers survive, factories an endless spine,
The real angst of victims is their own uselessness,
Dutiful Red Cross always ending up to assess;

One, two, three, four, make a million more,
Five, six, seven, eight, add up to the fore,
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, forget unlucky thirteen,
The nth victim of that mine, lay unconscious, unforeseen.

"Published in the anthology, "The Woodland Echoes", The International Library of Poetry, 1999. Also integrated in a cassette tape along with other nine other best poems, 1999. Voted Editor's Choice Award, 1999. The unabridged version of "Land Mines" has 48 lines.

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