The Assyrians are coming like wolves on the fold, their agenda to render and plug every hole. They’re using the backdoor of calling it a “right”; that is their speciality, who dares to fight?
It seems not only the Assyrians, but the activists for gay “rights” are on the warpath. Peter Wickham on Sunday, B.C. Pires on Monday.
And when David Cameron threatens to cut British aid to countries which don’t toe the homo line, Dr Adrian Daisley says D.C. is neither bully nor dictator, but instead represents “just absolute genius”. Wow!
Actually if Dr D checked his history, he would realize that Britain can’t “give” aid to Barbados or many of the countries which Daisley labels “spongers”. At most she would be but returning a modicum of the vast fortunes she fleeced during centuries of colonial exploitation.
Interestingly enough, Libyans discussing the way forward on a recent BBC programme were emphatic that homosexuality would not be tolerated. Britain just spent £1.75 billion to aid the revolution there. Different strokes for different folks?
But what is the real issue?
Barbados, as mentioned before, has no laws against homosexuality. There is a law against buggery. And that’s where the present discussion needs to be centred.
The act of buggery involves contact with faeces, a substance known to spread diseases, including E. coli, salmonella and cholera. Buggery is undoubtedly to blame for the early spread of AIDS as only omos were affected.
The medical fraternity can’t have it both ways.
They can’t insist we wash our hands assiduously after even remote contact with that substance while at the same time calling for anal intercourse between men to be legalized.
Dolly, a Barbadian nurse, who worked in England for many years at a clinic where the buggered were treated, told dread tales of their plight. At first apparently they might suffer only with psoriasis.
But after repeated entries into a portal never designed for two-way traffic, the muscles lose control (hence, “openly gay”) and the clinic would try, first with alum, later with surgery to “rectify” the situation. This they termed “gay bushing”.
If this is what David Cameron and his local comrades-in-arms want legalized, let them say so. The present law can be justified on health and hygiene grounds alone.
It can potentially save more lives than the seat belt law. Let it stand.
Enough of that. Now to a more pleasing topic.
Did you know the prophet Mohammed loved cats? So much so that when he awoke for prayers and found his favourite puss Muezza sleeping on him, he cut off his sleeve rather than disturb her. He too it was who gave cats the ability to always land on their feet.
You women out there looking to give your main man the ultimate thrill, why not go for the mostest? Like, a Cat all for himself all Saturday, all Sunday! And for only BDS$493.
My wife obliged last weekend. And wow!
Talk about a happy old geezer.
At first I just went forwards and backwards. Then up and down. Finally got the courage to work in some left and right movement and do it all together. Everything controlled by two “joysticks”.
Of course I’m talking here about a Cat skid-steer or “Bobcat” type loader, those little demons you see skittering around construction sites.
Those operators do wheelies and fancy stuff, but not me. I’m the slowest Cat handler in town. Take my time and enjoy. Even dreamt I was driving one and awoke to find myself manipulating a most convenient “joystick”.
Trust me, you too can drive a Bobcat. My seven-year-old grandson now thinks he’s a pro. He even took Grannie for a drive. Says Raffie: “The hardest thing about a Cat is getting on.”
That boy is learning fast!
In other great news, Miss Bishop of Greenwich sent her dairy lady to borrow a milking machine part. She’s Guyanese and in return made me a delicious pepperpot.
Praise the Lord I don’t have to worry about pepper in the pepperpot. Nor in the vaseline.
