What is it about the so-called land of the free that breeds young gun-toting criminals, who blast their own mother in the face, killing her, then go on the rampage to massacre a nursery class, slaughtering twenty-eight innocent young children?
With two handguns, a high-calibre rifle, and wearing a bulletproof vest, Adam Lanza stalked through classrooms and corridors firing mercilessly on pupils and teachers.
Why are psychopaths allowed to roam freely with blazing guns in a land where the rule of law seems to have evaporated, to accommodate a powerful lobby of gun-slinging Americans who believe that the constitution gives them the right to arm themselves to the teeth – and thus exercise a freedom act which is totally and utterly reprehensible in a modern democracy.
It makes the most powerful nation in the world look, in the eyes of the rest of us, a barbaric society whose moral values are settled by the gun and where nothing is sacrosanct – even one’s own mother.
This is not the first time that such savagery against young schoolchildren has occurred. In fact, its repetition is becoming a fearful trend that is sweeping the US – and unless something drastic is done more of the same will happen.
It will render schools an easy target for deranged criminals, and there are many of them about, to make the threat a real worry for the whole education system. Parents will be fearful of sending their children to schools or universities and this will certainly have the effect of lowering the standard of education to a critical point.
Staying alive will become the motto if such criminality is not severely dealt with.
Instead of merely shedding tears while addressing the nation, President Obama should henceforth compel both houses to ban the free trade in arms and make possession by members of the public illegal. It is time the US proved to the world that the land of the free is not a myth but a reality. Its image is already tarnished and quick action is now required to arrest further damage to its standing in the world from taking root.
Pull your finger out, Obama, and show us the mettle you are made of.
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Victoria Beckham, otherwise known as Posh, is unlikely to change.
As she grows older she becomes more wooden and if she were to venture a smile her face would probably suffer a side effect.
It is a great pity for this haughty human being has many qualities to commend her. She is determined and pursues her ambitions with a rare diligence, and yet has shown to be a caring mother as well.
Having said all that, her personality and behaviour is akin to a bygone age of royalty who believe to be above their own environment and live in a humourless world where they reign supreme.
Every time you look at her she is dolled up to the eyeballs more like an inert sculpture bereft of human vibrancy. She betrays no emotion and looks bored and discontented and gives the impression that she would rather be somewhere else.
How the amiable David Beckham puts up with her moods is beyond comprehension. She must have a secret seduction weapon to make him drool in private as a recompense for her outward cold appearance.
At the launch of the new Spice Girls musical, ‘Viva Forever!’, Victoria’s behaviour showed contempt for her former bandmates. While Mel B, Geri, Emma and Mel C all turned up smiling over their good fortunes, Posh could hardly have made it clearer that she found the whole event beneath her. To start with she appeared late for the photocall on the red carpet, presumably to avoid having to share the limelight.
Her message was very clear: ‘I’m the star, don’t bother with the rest of the group.’
She has obviously a very short memory. She was the least talented of the group and if it were not for the others she would not have been catapulted to fame in the first place. How sad that no one close to Posh has had the courage to tell her where to get off.
This woman must learn to inhabit the real world we live in and turn human again. Falling from grace will make her realise that friendship and the acknowledgement of others is the key to a happy and contented life.
She is also well advised to remember that it is better to go to heaven in rags than to hell in embroidery.
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Is donkey cheese the new caviar of the rich?
At £1,000 a kilo it is the most expensive cheese in the world and is bound to become the most sought after when the mega rich get the taste for it. For them it will represent a symbol of their great wealth and a rare commodity that they alone can afford to indulge in without feeling any financial pressure on their food budget.
Who would have thought that donkeys would become more treasured than the sacred cows of India and revered for their delicacies? The wonderful thing about our world is that it never fails to surprise us. The donkey is now the flavour of the month and has been elevated from an animal of burden to that of a purveyor of epicure’s delight to grace the tables of the lucky few.
But the question is, why is donkey cheese so expensive? An average dairy cow can produce more milk than one hundred and thirty donkeys can generate in a year. In fact, it requires twenty-five litres of donkeys’ milk to make one kilo of cheese.
No wonder Cleopatra needed a pack of seven hundred just to run a bath of her fabled ass’s milk. In the time of the Pharaohs, donkeys’ milk was used as a substitute or supplement to breast milk, which they believed had the same nutritional qualities.
Are we by any stretch of the imagination related to donkeys without being aware of it? What other similarities exist between us apart from stubbornness? As nothing appears to be inconceivable, given man’s capacity for discovery is endless, would a mother’s breast milk be in line next to become the most succulent variety of cheese to stun humanity’s comprehension? I dread the thought of the unthinkable.
All this donkey cheese-making is taking place in Serbia in a farm owned by MP-turned-conservationist Slobodan Simić. Donkeys’ milk has been used before in France to make soaps and face creams, which I discovered three years ago and have been using ever since. They certainly have a soothing quality to the skin and a glowing nourishing effect.
As for donkey cheese, I have yet to taste it. In the meantime, I’ll reserve my judgement.