Meghan Markle: Tim Burton Character

June Sarpong’s discussion point on Sky News’s The Pledge this week was Meghan Markle: claiming the British media are negative towards her, and that it’s mainly because of race. If I criticise either it will be put down to race.

June Sarpong So Wrong

The main thing I don’t like about June Sarpong now is that a couple of weeks ago she laughingly admitted to claiming she was still vegan to get a big money media assignment – admitting fake news lying journalism with no hint of shame.

The second thing is that she always goes on about race; not the colour of her skin for me, although that is her big issue.

Now though, after fighting Multicultural Fascism for twenty years, and the terrorism and grooming that have benefitted from it, and that I’ve seen and experienced in Leeds, I wouldn’t want a relationship with her.

The things I like about her is that she can be moderate, such as admitting the grooming epidemic did have a racial factor, and supporting Joe Root in the cricket homophobia row. Before I saw her on The Pledge I saw her on Investigation X; a series that included investigating UFOs at Area 51, my current main interest at fmpoetry.wordpress.com, that they concluded were human technology; so respect she was been a good investigative journalist in the past.

Meghan Markle: Bad Role Model

Watching the Meghan Markle show as I think she wants to be seen, I think she wants to be seen as a Tim Burton tragic fairytale; that’s what she reminds me of anyway. I just saw that what I must have most been thinking of, The Corpse Bride, has one of its main taglines: ‘Marriage as a vehicle to wealth and a higher social status.’

I think Meghan sees herself, and wants to be seen, as the heroine of the film, who from what I remember of it, beats the posh blonde expected bride: Cressida and Chelsy?

I don’t know about Chelsy, but Cressida seems a much better role model for women, putting her career first: before becoming a princess with all that wealth.

Meghan the Merciless

Meghan seems more of an advert for ruthless women; the kind of career women you see on The Apprentice, bitching and backstabbing their fellow contestants (including other women) for a few dollars more.

She also hasn’t criticised Prince Andrew at all, happily sharing a balcony with him above the common people, despite allegations by her fellow American young women – the main one was blonde, so maybe she doesn’t count!?

Didn’t Like Diana: Attempted Murderer?

For those who want to put my criticisms down to race or anti-Americanism, I didn’t like Diana either. I watched a documentary about her step-mother Raine recently, and wasn’t surprised to see Diana’d pushed Raine down a stairs, badly injuring her, after being horrible to her for years; which could be seen as attempted murder!?

Diana was treated badly, and did some good work for charity, as Harry and Meghan do, but it is expected of them, and they are well rewarded for it.

As I’ve said about the Queen, she has been a great one and person, but can never be as good as a poor person leading the same moral and virtuous life, while struggling with financial and social problems too; I’m not one of them!

Kate and Meghan: Angry Birds 

While I prefer Meghan’s animal welfare and environmental concerns, I think Kate seems the nicer person, or maybe it’s just that she seems the more natural and sincere, because she’s being herself, rather than an actress in another country and culture.

When I heard she’d bought a shotgun to shoot birds for the first time recently I thought it was probably to get back at Meghan, or feeling that she was being pressured by her, after reports of them arguing surfaced.

I think that’s the kind of detrimental effect someone being too pushy can have, and why I try to keep my campaigning moderate. There was a pushy American character in a meal-ticket relationship that seemed to parody Meghan in the latest series of Cuckoo on the BBC. 

When critics apparently say Meghan is no Diana, I think she does have a lot of similarities, but it’s not a compliment!

Princess Kate – no matter how much Meghan annoys you, please give up the bird-killing; it doesn’t become you!

Enlightened Writer Shares Freethinking Genius Sparks – Ancient Sun Civilisations, Scientific Study and Modern Culture

In yesterday’s spontaneous prose stream of consciousness blog I thought little of adding that the i of Blighty isn’t in the symbiotic middle, as the Y of greenYgrey isn’t, in contrast to the precision aimed for by ancient cultures such as the sun-worshipping ones in modern Egypt and Peru that had similar thoughts and architecture despite being on different sides of the Atlantic and not having any known contact with each other.

Rider on the POP (PinkyOrangePurple – paraphrasing Doors’ Riders of the Storm) Horizon

My imprecision could be symbolic of my ADHD mind, and I would have been happy to just write that before, but now I think the double-negatives will take it the wrong way, or at least spin it negatively: that my imprecision is not an easygoing self-parody joke, or something I noticed afterwards, it’s something I tried to do but failed, proof of my ineptitude and stupidity; that I shouldn’t have been made a Phd etc; an example of white/male privilege to the non-whites/non-males, positive discrimination to the higher classes, or a Jewish conspiracy to the far-right (who don’t know that Judaism is a form of monotheism – what I’ve been criticising the most in my creative writing, because I think it causes a lot of conflicts and wars; although the ‘peaceniks’ who fight for Islam won’t believe me!).

At 8.10am the above pales into insignificance, for there is a peautiful (new word meant) POP horizon, with grey cloud made purple providing the base, below white cloud made pinky-orange. Above that, the sky is big sky blue, apart from a few small clouds made POP.

Y Spark of Grandmaster Genius (GG reminding my of the original Greenygrey)

After writing yesterday’s blog post I went for a run, and was delighted to see some sun in a mostly cloudy sky. After lunch I watched The Grandmaster for the second time, realising towards the end of the first time that I hadn’t taken it in enough.

Doing the work for the double-negatives, as I’ve often done before, to make our ‘battle of wills’ (The Grandmaster inspiration) more even, they will probably make out that it’s because it’s a Weinstein movie (seeing it was his company’s movie as well as Southpaw made me realise they’ve made some great movies, not really knowing of him until the scandal) or that I’m just watching it for the fighting/action.

In fact, I was more interested in the relationships and philosophy of Gong Er (played beautifully by Ziyi Zhang with the help of typically Chinese (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon etc, also Ziyi Zhang I just noticed!) evocative filmography – on a par with the Nordic blonde and English rose types for my personal taste).

During the movie; one of the reasons I didn’t take the subtitled film in enough the first time is that I daydream like this; I suddenly thought that after yesterday writing in this blog that Blighty isn’t precisely in the middle of Egypt and Peru like the symbiosis those cultures aimed for in their architecture, that Iceland was much more in the middle of them than Britain, and that is of course where I ended the greenYgrey story, directed by the muse (maybe my mistYmuse, but I can’t remember off-hand if it was written between the 21sts of November and March).

Moreover, I’d started focusing on the I of Blighty, following a stream of consciousness from the I of me, and I is of course the capital letter of Iceland! I think that’s what made me think of Iceland during the movie – first of all thinking about the I.

Y-I North-East Comedy Spark

The above happened at about 3.30pm, and I thought that would be it for the day, and my ruminations on the blog. However, at about 8.45pm, while watching The Secrets of Quantum Physics on the BBC for the second time I suddenly thought that the Y-I focus of the blog post sounded like the ‘why-aye’ used to enthusiastically say yes in the north-east.

I think I learnt the phrase most from The Likely Lads, only finding out recently after he’d passed away, that one of them, Rodney Bewes, was a Yorkshireman.

Moreover, the subject of the documentary, how light photons are a law unto themselves, beyond scientific control, proving Nils Bohr right above Albert Einstein, made me wonder if my post-blog thoughts had been sparked by my time in the sun on my lunch-time run: fresh enlightenment to refresh the foundation.

Had the new light particles stirred the old up, sparking new life, beyond my control or planning, sending new neural connections down into my conscious mind, like the snow scenes in The Grandmaster, where Gong Er learnt from her father by observing and learning.

I’d recently commented on an article about how biophotons work when we’re sleeping, but still didn’t know exactly what they are until watching the documentary again last night. I think there’s quite a lot available on YouTube if you can’t watch it on the BBC (only UK).

 

Australian Snowy Mountains Fiction Followed Fact: My 1 Skiing Day

I’ve only skied one day in my life, and that was in Australia. I don’t think I even knew there was skiing in Australia until I went there, and maybe not even until the weekend was suggested. I’d flown into Darwin, and travelled east to Townsville before heading down to Sydney, but the Snowy Mountains was the farthest south I went.

It was suggested by others on the trip, as most of the domestic ones I went on in and after university were. But all my creative writing is mine: I revisited the area just over twenty years later through fantasy rambling by mostly Google Maps and Wikipedia; along with memories of my travels in Werewolf of Oz.

In 1989 we stayed in Jindabyne, while the Werewolf of Oz highlights included characters from the Perishers cartoon strip in the Perisher Valley, berry poetry in Berridale and a pigeon cooing story from Western Australia re-emerging in Cooma, linking back to the start of the rambling storyline.

Jindabyne Skiing, Snowy Mountains

Getting kitted out:

It was the end of the season there, and the ski lifts etc weren’t working, so it was a case of hiking around and up the hills/mountains:

And then skiing/falling down, reminiscent of Eddie ‘the Eagle’:

 

We also had to walk across a river at the end of the day; I led the way, knowing a shower wasn’t far away!:

6-5-4 Devilish Dairy POP Countdown

Manchester United beat Newcastle 4-1 yesterday, with lots of satanic connotations, as one might expect from the Red Devils. While the goals total didn’t reach 6, the Number of the Beast, the Red Devils did score four, the same amount of letters in evil. Moreover, Newcastle scored the first, providing the D: D-evil.

I don’t believe in it myself, and it’s just a bit of comedy wordplay. Manchester football does seem a bit like heaven and hell at the moment though, with City playing nice free football, while little madman imp Mourinho has surrounded himself with big men that look like stereotypical demons… like I can do now too, showing I’m not trying to demonise others and not myself! He reminds me of The Cult’s Lil Devil:

POP Sky in the… Example of Different Fields

My POP (PinkyOrangePurple) paradigm shift in twilight colours from red has nothing to do with football, although it’s a funny and convenient coincidence, and is firmly rooted in nature and science – therefore providing an example of how I’m writing about lots of things, above and beyond the grass roots topics of sport, race and sex; I may write about them too, but they are not the be all and end all.

My POP paradigm shift was purely accidental, as a result of observing the sky quite a lot, and writing a book with a pop art theme at the time. My POPolutionaries, created generic name, for some imagined fans, mostly parodying Russell Brand’s revolutionaries,  followed on from that… and calling fans of the greenYgrey greenYgreyliens. I don’t know of any POPolutionaries or greenYgreyliens, and joking about it probably means there won’t be, but I think my writing is good enough to have some ‘fans’.

Should the old proverb ‘red sky in the morning/night, shepherd’s warning/delight’ be changed to ‘POP sky…’? I don’t know, but don’t think books should be recalled and pulped because of it.

Dairy Friends Theory Better than Veins

In another example of different fields converging, but being separate, this is about friends, using an analogy, but it does bring up material from another topic I am quite passionate about.

A few blog posts ago I wrote that extracting yourself from negative friends was like taking fat out of veins so you can breathe better, but that was a spontaneous prose stream of consciousness thought, and I’d thought of one I consider better before, and remembered it again afterwards.

Over the last fifteen years I’ve been trying to eat healthier, and had acquired a few maxims from the internet, such as eating foods containing vitamin C with iron foods, which are nuts and green leaved veg for me. However, years after I read that, I read that eating foods containing dairy with such iron foods can have as much of a negative impact as vitamin C can have a positive impact.

Readers who think I’m trying to convince them to eat healthily or veganly will probably be thinking I’m trying to get them to stop eating dairy, but I’m just about to add that eating dairy and other fats with tomatoes is supposed to be beneficial for releasing lycopene, the beneficial compound within.

Are Friends Dairy (referencing Are Friends Electric? by Tubeway Army

I have now become a bit of an androidesque human, reminding me of a documentary about Gary Numan (Android in La La Land) in 2016, where he seemed a bit like Chris Packham in his Asperger’s documentary. I liked AFE, in my year 1BR (1 Year Before Rock), 1979, but not enough to become a fan. Totally opposite to the scruffy bedlam of rock and metal looking back on it:

Friends Analogy Update, but not Paradigm Shift (like twilight colours)

So I was thinking it’s the same with friends as it is with dairy: some friends bring out the best in you, and some diminish you; but they might do the opposite for other people, as dairy works well with some foods but not others.

It’s up to you to find out what works for you, but like food nutrition it probably doesn’t make that much difference while you’re young. With friends, you’ve probably got enough choice of friends and locations, in bigger places anyway, or the freedom to go elsewhere. With foods you’ve probably got enough health to not have to worry about nutrition, although there are unfortunately exceptions.

I didn’t start worrying about either that much until I was about 40, when health concerns meant eating healthily and cutting down on socialising meant the two kind of converged, or were allowed to converge by me, looking back on it self-analysis philosophically!?

Only For Those Wanting to Eat Better

That’s the friends analogy over with, and this is actually food nutrition, feeling I should mention it, but thinking I’ll probably get the same reception from most as Greg Davies’s protagonist in Man Down this week as he tried to inspire a thirst for knowledge!

While I thought I was eating quite healthily for most of my life, advances in scientific nutrition now suggest I wasn’t. Other people have lived to old ages eating ‘traditional food’, so I’m not trying to preach here. Showing I’m trying to provide the full picture, maybe the feel-good mental health factor of food you like the taste of will release endorphins etc that will outweigh the nutritional benefits of foods you don’t? I used to miss some foods, but don’t any more really, as I find there’s enough choice, but that’s a long process.

If you do believe in food science, the latest advice on how to get the best out of fruit and veg seems to seems to have been captured in one book by James Wong: How to Eat Better, which I am trying to follow, especially the storing and cooking parts, as the different types is constrained by availability and cost.

Danish Dynamite Alright on the Night

I’m old enough to remember when Denmark shocked the football world in 1992 to win the European Championships after only qualifying because Yugoslavia was at war, and couldn’t take part. I visited Copenhagen in 1995, travelling down to the Viking Museum in Roskilde, staying with a traveller I’d met in Rio de Janeiro. I also spent a comfortable (almost hygge: trendy Danish concept for cosy; adding a little parody comedy to my Scandi sychophancy!) night in beautiful Copenhagen airport returning from heavenly Helsinki last year. I’ll try and bring you some Danish dynamite photos soon.

Scandinavia3 Qualify from greenYgrey3

Denmark was of course the setting for Beowulf, with the protagonist joining the greenYgrey ramblers there into Sweden, but not as far as Iceland; those three Scandinavian countries have now qualified for the 2018 World Cup.

To celebrate Denmark qualifying for the World Cup here’s some football photos from Rio of Copacabana Beach, where I played just after Brazil won the 1994 World Cup, and the Maracanã Stadium; followed by a Danish episode of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity:

Love Reunion

This episode sees part of the greenYgrey protagonist reunited with anagram star Love the mixed-up vole’s one-parent offspring, supporting such parents, without recommending it, and a classic story from Beowulf of him fighting a dragon adapted to modern Copenhagen through a theme park rollercoaster story.

There’s some great gYgPOPing (greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple) images on the Wikipedia page:

Chapter 8 Episode 10

‘Gee, it’s great to see you again, Lovus and Lovulus, and you too g,’ I said.

Back together as greenY, we democratically elected to tell that story from the point of view of my reenY rather than my g. In fact, it was a unanimous decision, as my g liked the way my reenY had followed the voles by throwing in a Gee at the start of their reunion exclamation; I used the plural their before reunion counting reenY as five separate letters rather than one word.

Tivoli Titanic Beowulf Battle

I was just about to ask Lovus and Lovulus where they’d been, when there was an almighty sound of crashing and banging behind me. I looked around, and could hardly believe my eyes.

The Bjergbanen and Dæmonen rollercoasters were locked in a titanic tussle, wrapped around each other like a boa and python fighting to the death. I looked at the others, wondering what was going on. Chris looked as puzzled as me, and Be was still nowhere to be seen. Lovus and Lovulus had taken cover under the Waltzers.

The younger and more powerful Dæmonen looked to be getting on top, but then the Bjergbanen seemed to use its age and experience with a loop the loop move, locking its nightmarish nemesis in a hold that proved to be the deciding blow in a short but scintillating scrap.

Bjergbanen Brings Bodvar Biarke By Beowulf

After regrouping, I finally asked Lovus and Lovulus what they’d been doing since we parted, way back in Wurzburg. They told me they and their mother surfaced in Hamburg, and made their way north to Copenhagen. They felt right at home when they reached Tivoli.

After a day or three, Love had wanted to ramble, but they weren’t ready to leave. Love had seen they were so happy amongst all the fun exciting rides that she’d agreed to let them stay when they asked.

I was about to say it was a lovely heartwarming story when I thought I heard Chris welcoming Be behind me.

I turned around and saw it was Be, although there was something about him that looked a little different. Maybe it was because he looked like a bear.

‘Hi guys,’ said Be. ‘I know you’ll understand greenY, being a chameleon werewolf who changes appearance a lot; and I think you should do too Chris, being a naturalist who knows a thing or two about metamorphosis. I have now shapeshifted into my Swedish version of Bodvar Biarke for our journey into my Geatland home. My father was a bear, so you could call me a werebear. It wasn’t a straight shapeshift this time though, for I was the Bjergbanen fighting the Dæmonen, as my Beowulf character has to tussle with a dragon foe after Grendel and his mother. Now, my story is up to date, and I can take you to the great Geatland in peace.’

‘Thank you Bo,’ I said. ‘You still look like the same berserker to me. Welcome back into the fold, and please let me introduce you to a couple of my vole companions, Lovus and Lovulus.’

O What Wordplay

The new acquaintances got on like a Viking funeral longship on fire. I loved seeing the young voles all confident and grown up, but that did make me miss their mother even more. I also liked Bo’s new look, and related to him even more as a werebear. He had seemed like a monotheist before, but a nice one, like the Mildly Monotheist Moby in Oz.

Thinking about it, Moby’s two middle letters spelt backwards are bo, which corresponds with Beowulf’s new old abbreviated identity. As Oz is upside down to this world, maybe they are mirror characters.

Moreover, if you combine the first two letters of the voles’ names with Bo it spells lobo, which is Spanish for wolf, and a commonly used word in the English language too.

References

The classic version of Beowulf and Grendel was written by Christians in the eighth century, but it was set in fifth-century Scandinavia, and influenced by folklore of that place and time.
Wikipedia: The standard view is that, if Beowulf himself has a ‘cognate’ character in Rolf Kraki’s story, it is Bödvar Bjarki (Bodvar Biarke), who also has a younger companion, Hjalti (Hialte) – perhaps matching the Beowulf character Wiglaf. Beowulf comes from Geatland (= Götaland) and one of Bödvar Bjarki’s elder brothers, Thorir, becomes a king of Götaland. Moreover, like Beowulf, Bödvar Bjarki arrives in Denmark from Götaland (Geatland), and upon arriving in Denmark he kills a beast that has been ravaging the Danish court for two years. The monster in Hrólf Kraki’s saga, however, is quite unlike the Grendel of Beowulf; but it does have characteristics of a more typical dragon, a creature which appears later in Beowulf. Just as Beowulf and Wiglaf slay a dragon at the end of Beowulf, Bödvar Bjarki and Hjalti help each other slay the creature in Denmark.
Proponents of this theory[who?] argue that both the names Beowulf (lit. “bee-wolf”, a kenning for “bear”) and Bjarki are associated with bears. Bodvar Bjarki is constantly associated with bears, his father actually being one.
In some of the Hrólf Kraki material, Bödvar Bjarki aids Adils in defeating Adils’ uncle Áli, in the Battle on the Ice of Lake Vänern. In Beowulf, the hero Beowulf aids Eadgils in Eadgils’ war against Onela. As far as this Swedish adventure is concerned, Beowulf and Bödvar Bjarki are one and the same. This match supports the hypothesis that the adventure with the dragon is also originally derived from the same story.
Hrólfr Kraki, Hroðulf, Rolfo, Roluo, Rolf Krage (early 6th century[1]) was a legendary Danish king who appears in both Anglo-Saxon and Scandinavian tradition. His name would in his own language (Proto-Norse) have been *Hrōþiwulfaz[2] (famous wolf).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hr%C3%B3lfr_Kraki

Are Your Friend Filters Full? Or do you think they’re ‘Foolters’, Clogging Your System!

When you’re young you put up with some rubbish ‘friends’ because you want to have company, someone to go out with, and to go to good places and parties etc, to not seem a friendless loner; as they get persecuted of course, as Chris Packham described he was in his Asperger’s documentary.

Friend groups can be great, but usually decline in importance as you get older, as most of the hippy communes soon fell apart in the 1960s, as described by Adam Curtis in one of his liberal left-wing orientated documentaries.

In Defence of the Department of Youth (Motley Crue Memories of My Youth)

As I described in my recent article about the Scottish Highlands on TravelThruHistory, I now liked the way all the people on the holiday, who were oldish, kept to their set places on the bus and dinner tables. I don’t think this is a sign of being better, just the way it is, because of age: both the physical and mental properties of humans; body, mind and spirit.

Young people are full of energy, and everything is new to them, so they are both driven by their physical properties and desire to learn about life to move about a lot; in social conditions this means they naturally feel like moving about and interacting with others, whereas older people don’t have that energy drive, or interest in others, as they’ve been there and done that.

The above is an attempt to provide a philosophical insight into why there is often generational conflict, in line with my position as a PhD graduate, and as a peer of Adam Curtis. I propose that the reason is not more physical or mental, but a combination of both. Recent science has also shown that younger people naturally like to sleep later, which has over the years been interpreted as laziness or rebellion; hopefully, such new knowledge will help humanity understand each other, across generations and other social demographics.

I’ve tried to have such conversations with some of my friend groups over the years, but they usually lower it to sex and race, which is why I had to free myself from them, and am eager to escape to my peer group now. However, hopefully you’ll be able to understand this, and interpret it correctly.

Stormy Seas – Clouds of Culture – Friend Foolters

Over the last few weeks I’ve proposed that the masses are kept ‘below the surface’ of knowledge by continuous waves of mass immigration, and the clouds of culture they bring, with the countries that are affected, such as Blighty, continually having to have the same social debates and arguments; such as race, gender and sexuality; as new cultures arrive from the ‘developing world’.

One of the reasons I gave up my friends was that I was bored with their conversations, and thought I could learn more and be more entertained from documentaries on television. If you have friends groups who you really relate to, and that are very knowledgeable and funny, you may find them more stimulating than television, and first-hand spontaneous comedy built on years of ‘local cultural knowledge’ can be better than planned, as seen on television, but overall, the most talented people can usually be seen on television.

Documentary ‘Gas Giant Gravity’ 3G Entertaining Knowledge

While I’m often critical of the ‘establishment’ and the ‘BBC‘ I am probably a product of both more than anything, as I declared recently in my gas giant gravity (3G) theory, and watching Blue Planet II and Sky at Night recently I feel like they are providing the most up to date confirmed information or scientific theories information available.

On a more sensational level, Quest’s ‘The Unexplained Files’ and ‘UFOs: The Lost Evidence’ provide the latest unconfirmed theories and evidence.

If ‘immigrants’ are watching such programmes with open minds, and learning the latest science, then it would make mass immigration look better. However, many/most seem more interested in hiding away from it, maintaining their Middle-Eastern monotheistic myths, to keep their families and communities under their manly monopoly.

If you filter that as my gender and race prejudice, then you are just like one of the foolters I cleaned out of my system, like fat from a clogged artery, to help you breathe better. Some of those foolters were university graduates, but weren’t humanities or social science students, but thought they knew everything about it.

I think I’ve learnt the latest knowledge about the above science subjects from the documentaries, but know I’m no expert in any of them; but also think that makes me quite wise, remembering that 2500 years ago in ancient Greece, Socrates said that the wisest were those who know they know little.

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