Saturday, 25 May 2013

Homophobia


Russia, May 2013: Vladislav Tornovoi, a young Russian man of 22, is stripped, abused with beer bottles, and then beaten with a concrete block. As if that wasn’t enough, his killers also try to set his body on fire. Two men are arrested for his murder and, according to the authorities, they are Vladislav’s friends. With friends like that who needs enemies?
When asked by investigators why they killed their friend, one of the men says, “Because he was a fag.”
Vladislav’s injuries were so severe that doctors advised his father not to see the body.
There are talks that young Vladislav Tornovoi wasn’t gay and that his killers only said that to gain public sympathy because, in Russia, being gay is considered to be a crime.
Unfortunately for many, homophobia is still a problem in the present day. Not being gay myself, I have no problem being among gays as a few of my friends are homosexuals.
Activists will now attempt to hold a gay pride in Moscow, and this is a real hard thing to do in Russia because such things are banned there. The activists have already been warned that they will be breaking the law.


In modern Russia, the government has decided the children don’t need any education about gay rights. In order to 'protect their morality', the country’s parliament is in the process of passing a federal law that will deem all such information ‘homosexual propaganda’, and punishable by a hefty fine. It is unlikely to challenge attitudes in a country where, according to the latest polls, more than three quarters of the population already think homosexuality is either a bad habit, a disease or the result of trauma.

The hate never ends…
Don’t we ever learn?


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Friday, 24 May 2013

What the hell is happening to Britain?


A man preaching hate against our way of life walks the streets freely, praising even the killers of our soldiers, but if we rise our voices to protest against this we are called racists, Far Right and criminals. Why is that? Is being British and fighting for our freedom now a crime?
One of these hate preachers, Anjem Choudary, has even been invited to go on telly where he refused to condemn the killers of Lee Rigby, the British drummer crushed by a vehicle and then hacked to death with machetes, and he even suggested that ‘one man killed in a street’ was hardly proper vengeance for those killed by ‘Britain and the U.S.’ in wars overseas. He claimed that most Muslims support that view and implied that the killing was the result of British prejudice and racism towards young Muslims.
Is that so?

When challenged about his views, Choudary was unabashed.  ‘People are living in anarchy,’ he said. ‘There is a rape every minute. Islam has the answer to everything. It is a deterrent. If you steal, you know you will face having your hands and feet cut off. Why should I not invite the British people to embrace Islam and save themselves from punishment in the hereafter?’
Bloody hell, the blind leading us to our end.
As usual our government won’t do a thing about this, which means things will only get worst.
This fanatic wants says he wants Britain to become an Islamic state itself, believing that Muslim immigrants will eventually out-breed the native British population. He gives Medina in Saudi Arabia as an example, pointing out that once it had just 200 Muslim inhabitants, but went on to become the second city of Islam.  His mood will no doubt have been buoyed by new figures this week showing that one in ten of under 25-year-olds living here are Muslim.
He hopes this rise in numbers will pave the way for the implementation of a brutal form of sharia law that forces women to cover themselves completely in public and bans them from education and employment. 
It all sounds like madness to me.
Soon we will have to arm ourselves before we leave our homes to go to work because I don’t see our leaders doing a thing about this problem. 


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Looking back



My 41-year old self looks back in time and sees the younger me making so many mistakes and he covers his face in shame and embarrassment, and then comes the fashion statements of my younger self, the looking in the mirror and wondering why I couldn’t be as cool as Simon Le Bon or Nick Rhodes (yes, I was –still am- a Duran Duran fan, and Arcadia too) or as talented as Proust or Dickens. Then my 41-year old starts retracing the past while my 14-year old (just reverse the numbers) starts looking ahead, and every year is filled with mistakes and the same old questions: “Why did I?” “Why didn’t I?”, and so on and on.
The disappointments in love aren’t many but that’s because I was never that lucky in love, but, funnily enough, once I got married all of a sudden women started to pay attention to me and asking me out. The disappointments in life –and the mistakes- are on big numbers, but then, looking back –and ahead, I realise that I walked on my own for so long, with no one to guide me apart from my mistakes, and I come to the conclusion that I didn’t do so bad after all. Apart from me, no one was hurt from my actions, and I sure didn’t steal or lied (a lot). Looking back, my 41-year old smiles at my 14-year old and they finally make peace with the past. Now a bit of Proust  (and Duran Duran) to keep me going for another 41 years, give or take a year or two…


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