Back in Blighty

Back in Blighty, Turklandia now a memory
but not forgotten.

Then Again

If this is the Future of Europe perhaps I have it all wrong and Kebablandia here I stay

"Every person has a right to life and deserves respect and help, including one who - lost and scarred - has given into homosexual tendencies.
"The solution is to help those who suffer and to provide them with the cure that they expect us to deliver."

Polish MEP Witold Tomczak

A Democracy Called Turklandia

Here in the land of endless Kebabs, and rivers of Humus, things seem to have moved into the land of farce, one side vs the other. All claiming some sort of Democratic high ground. Of course the reality is not one of the sides has a fucken clue about the first thing about democracy, that is unless democracy is all about shutting the opposing view up. Funny I always thought that each and everyone had a 'democratic right' to slag whoever they wanted to off, and that we the recipient's of this bile had to just roll with it and await our turn to likewise vomit our views on those who disagreed. But then this is Turkey and the army is close at hand to deal a swift blow to the chops of anyone attempting to exercise his or her, secular democratic rights. Of course the response to this from many of my hosts would be 'You just do not understand' and perhaps they are right, but something tells me that I likewise never want to understand.

Tea Anyone

Das Capital

Ankara the capital, center of Turklandia, on the hill over looking the city is the greatest of all architectural feats, The Mausoleum, the spiritual gravitational center of Turklandia'a existence.
Here I am to pay homage to attempt to seek the center, to look into the eye.
Bums this is the point I turn my head and look over my shoulder to look at who is watching me write. In this place one has to be on ones guard. The silly becomes the serious and the serious becomes really silly.

Back to Kebabs

Back to Kebabs and Youtube, Turkey rejoins the world

Yep

Yep, it has been high time to spout a little of the bile that whelms up within me every now and again. My sight on Tonguewag seems to have fallen into the black pit of cyberspace thus a new soap box needs to be carved.