Tuesday 6th June 2017

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it-always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi


I’m not sure I’m altogether convinced by Gandhi’s words, but what else is there to say in the wake of yet another atrocity carried out by evil men who hold dear an evil ideology? The only thing to hope for is their defeat. The people who do these things claim to do so in the name of God, but they lie. They have no humanity, no religion, no country and no God. They are defilers who serve only their own evil egos.

Think only of the victims. The cowardly scum who took their lives can’t take away the love and joy they gave and the love and joy they received from their friends and families. That’s why I watched the Manchester concert. It was good to see so many people enjoying themselves, despite everything. It’s the only way we can stick it to the miserable ranting religious pricks that want us draped in black and cowering on our knees in relentless prayer. Fuck their joyless piety. Fuck their sick minds and cruel hearts.

It’s a pretty grim day here in Blighty. The rain is pissing down. There’s no pleasure in going out in such weather, so I’m having a bit of a bake off. The smell of baking cakes can brighten even the dullest of days. I made a dozen fairy cakes this morning, but by the time I got them out of the oven and onto the cooling rack there was only six left, so I baked another couple of dozen. I’m gearing up to decorate them now. The kitchen will look like a gang of kids has launched a stealth art attack by the time I’m done with food colourings, edible glitter and icing sugar.

Ciao for now, Peeps. Stay strong, eat cakes and sing songs.


JULY

 

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