Monday [14 to 17]

(1042) Elevenses. (1144)

 

17. Irish weather


16. In the “couldn’t imagine anything worse” category, no?

What would possess a human bean to actually go down to that on a hot day to bathe in other people’s body fluids, then fry to a state of lobsterhood, whilst being poisoned by sun lotion (see recent posts)?


15. DAD

DAD translation:

A slap in the face for Macron? By Brigette?

Hanoi, a video of Emmanuel and Brigitte Macron exiting the plane is going viral: was it a squabble, a knowing gesture, or a blow to the face? 

In Vietnam, images of the first lady appearing to punch Emmanuel Macron in the face before getting off the plane have sparked numerous comments. The images filmed on the evening of Sunday, May 25, 2025, by the American news agency Associated Press at Hanoi Airport in Vietnam are making the rounds online. They show the door of the president’s plane opening and the silhouette of Emmanuel Macron appearing, still inside the aircraft. At that moment, two arms appearing to be those of his wife appear, though we can’t see her in full, and she quickly brings her hands to the president’s face, in what may have looked like a small blow.

The ‘hands’ appear to be wearing a bright red jacket.

What was Brigette wearing when she descended – a bright red jacket.

[Best seen on a full screen.]

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JH: Just another hubby v hubby brawl? Could we expect any better?

14. Microdave wrote

“We’ve largely lost the South African contingent”

Soon to become part of your US readership?

He must have known I was about to write this post item on South Africa … plus I had a discussion with MMutR about it.

Right … much of what I write here comes from an Afrikaner I met, plus Chuckles and haiku from Zwazulu Natal, plus Chessalee in brolls over to the right.

The thing which surprised me was we’re apparently not to call them Boers but Afrikaner, according to the English speaking South African. Thus, it seems the ANC hate and wish to kill the Boer (spoken pejoratively as it was that lot who were rough on the blacks). They also had a war with the English which the latter called the Boer War.

There are four groups … the Afrikaner, the English speaking whites, the Zulus … over in Natal, Durban, Joburg, over that way … and then the troublemaking savages. These are Bantu in origin, coming into the area after the Europeans were already there, they speak Xhosa and are the second largest ethnic group, after the Zulus.

Now, the Brits were silly marching into the Rorke’s Drift thing as the Zulu are not particularly antagonistic and that battle was a show of strength and later mutual respect. In fact, Rorke’s drift was quite unnecessary … an ego trip for the commander.

So, in this whole situation, who then are the lowlifes, the psycho savages? The Bantu of course, just like a certain death cult in the middle-east, now spreading across the world. Live in peace and harmony? Not a chance … genocide of all others not them, atrocities, mass underage rape etc. Examples include Winnie Mandela and her love of necklacing her victims, Nelson and his mass murdering ways … and you see the legacy today, which DJT pointed out.

Strangely, the Bantu are not chanting kill the English speakers … it’s kill the Boers … for now.

Some Afrikaners have taken up Donny’s offer but the overwhelming mood is : “It’s our land … not English, not black … why should we leave?” The sort of logic you see in the Ukraine and among the left, plus the Fenians.

Last thing is Shaka Khan … well yes, he was a bit savage.

14 replies on “Monday [14 to 17]”

  1. Apartheid was introduced by the Boers when their party won an election after The War.

    The blacks in place when the Dutch first arrived were what were then known as Bushmen (hunter-gatherers) and Hottentots (drovers). There was no arable agriculture at the Cape and therefore no Bantu.

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    • Extraordinary: there are tons of beaches accessible from Sydney.

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      JH: A reader says: “India – Maha Kumbh Mela Hindu 45 day festive 400 million attended. Coming soon to an Australian east coast city near you.”

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  3. I’ve been meaning to write this after War Room’s Ben Harnwell mentioned St. Augustine last week and a video of Kathryn Tickell playing Northumbrian pipes appeared at the same time. Together they triggered a memory of reading about Paulinus, one of the monks who came from Rome with Augustine:

    ‘I saw them march from Dover, long ago,
    With a silver cross before them, singing low,
    Monks of Rome from their home where the blue sea
    breaks in foam,
    Augustine with his feet of snow.’

    To cut a long story short Paulinus was in Northumbria with a Kentish royal bride betrothed to its king – this goes back thirty years earlier, to 597 AD, when the Jutish ruler of Kent had requested a group of Roman monks to minister to his queen, a Christian princess from Gaul. As a consequence King Ethelbert was baptized by Augustine and thousands of his thanes and warriors followed suit. At this time the Northumbrians were no different from their southern cousins, the Saxons, pagan headbangers from across the North Sea.

    Paulinus came with a message of hope and used language they could understand. He spoke of Jesus, a leader who was brave and true, who offered his follower’s a freeman’s choice between good and evil and a hero’s reward for those who were faithful. The virtues that Jesus had shown were not merely those the English honoured, but others they had never regarded as virtues at all: Paulinus’s message offered the English hope beyond the grave.

    The King’s counsellor would later say: ‘The life of a man, O king,’ he said, ‘is like a sparrow’s flight through a bright hall when one sits at meat in winter with the fire alight in the hearth, and the icy rain-storm without. The sparrow flies in at one door and stays for a moment in the light and heat, and then, flying out the other, vanishes into the wintry darkness. So stays for a moment the life of man, but what it is before and what after, we know not. If this new teaching can tell us, let us follow it!’

    What followed were thousands being baptized in Yorkshire streams at the hands of Paulinus, signing foreheads with a cross of water. I’ve always been interested in the beginnings of the Faith in our homeland.

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    JH: Preserved at UHC.

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    • “Monks of Rome from their home where the blue sea
      breaks in foam”

      Rome isn’t a sea-side town: what’s he blethering about?

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      • It doesn’t say it is, it says ‘Monks of Rome’, which is where the man who sent them to Britain, the Bishop of Rome, resides. Their ‘home where the blue sea breaks in foam’ is the region they are from, which is almost entirely surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea. You just can’t help yourself, can you? The words by the way are from a poem called The Dying Patriot by James Elroy Flecker – another verse of his is on the clock tower at 22 SAS depot in Hereford.

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        • So you claim that he claims that the monks come from the seaside – not very specific, is it? Why allude to it of you don’t, in fact, know where they are from? He was just searching, rather clumsily, for a rhyme, wasn’t he?

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          • I don’t ‘claim’ anything, and nor would he I think. It’s a poem not a travelogue. Ever heard of poetic licence? You’re such a pendant If you read Wordsworth you’d probably faint. Get a life mate.

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            JH: Steve, I’m going to reply as a post item, too long for here … also it will be item one today.

  5. #125: M. Micron hasn’t had much luck with intrusive cameras recently, has he? First a mysterious paper object to grab and hide and now a mysterious push in the mush. I do hope she didn’t hurt his nose.

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