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Welcome to maltbyblogger2 ... Since posting on   http://www.maltbyblogger.com   (see below) I find that I now have no access to the site/domain as the owner and can not post there at all. Rather a shame as I have had and paid for this site since 2011. I have therefore created another site (this one) which hopefully my followers/readers of the original over the past 10 years can access, read and comment as before. I intend to repost various discussions from there which will, again hopefully, find a new audience as well as welcoming back the old. Posted on  November 19, 2021  by  maltbyblogger For the past week I have been trying to “recover” my account at maltbyblogger.com after being told by WordPress.com that it has been deactivated as the details I have tried to log in with do not match their records. To rectify this, I need to provide a transaction ID, the original activation link, or an email from the address with which the site was registered. As I do not h...

                  It was the last night of my four night visit to Rome. I'd walked myself to the verge of exhaustion again and was having a final cup of tea in the bar/restaurant next to my hotel. Some new brick paving was being laid on the street and the bar was struggling to keep down the dust, even after the builders had finished for the day and the air conditioner was doing it's best to pump out some cool, moist air onto the tables and customers sitting outside with food and drinks. Emerging from the haze of cold air combined with concrete dust, was a woman, glasses hanging lopsidedly from their cord around her neck, speaking a combination of English and Italian, from which we customers understood that she had something annoying in her eye.  She lurched across to my table and asked if she could "leave this here a moment" , laying down an A4 notebook, whilst squinting and protesting about the "something" in her eye as s...

The Sacred Cure: The Final Revelation of Truth, Healing, and the Vaccine Deception PART I  THE GLOBAL LIE  The Silent Weapon: How Vaccines Became the New Battlefield The origins of inoculation. The early colonial experiments. The dark roots of “public health."  Manufactured Consent: The Psychological Blueprint of Medical Control Edward Bernays and the art of mass manipulation. Media programming, school indoctrination, and behavioral engineering. Injected Betrayal: A Timeline of Vaccine Atrocities A century of failed vaccines. The polio cover-up. The HPV sterilization campaign.  COVID-19: The final dagger.  The FDA, CDC, WHO & NIH: Agents of Disease, Not Health A breakdown of institutional corruption. How regulatory bodies are captured. Paper trails, whistleblowers, and internal memos.  Bill Gates, DARPA, and The Techno-Biological Takeover The rise of the bio-eugenics elite. Funding trails from vaccines to depopulation. The Gates Foundation’s hidden hand...

Dear Jake Richards, I am among many constituents who have signed a petition to cease and desist from undemocratically imposing Digital ID (Britcard) on British Citizens. My passport is my identity and is safe under lock and key. It won't disappear when the battery runs out on my phone or when electricity goes down, or when the signal is poor. The same with my driver's license. I can prove my identity with my British Passport and therefore confirm my National Insurance number. In every job I have had I have proved my identity in person to my bank. The bank should not require any further identity and certainly not Digital Identity. The same goes for my Driving License. I totally reject any need for a paperless, easily hacked digital identity. My bank account, purchasing records or my medical details are not for state consumption which have nothing to do with any state official. Not a single person on this planet should have power over my privacy.  My life is my own and I will not...

  An online friend has blogged about changing the coffee that she usually drinks and the place that she drinks it.  She feels like she has been cheated ( auntagnes.wordpress.com) Good luck to her, I say. Change the place you drink your coffee every day and tell me when you find somewhere that serves coffee - just that, plain and simple coffee.  I  know I'm speaking in the vein of the "grumpy old women" here but it is a fact of life that you can not go into a cafe these days, ask for a cup of coffee and get it without a barrage of questions about the type you want. I can handle Cappucino and Espresso and Latte. I think I even know what an Americano is.  But when they start on Doppio and Macchiato and Frappe then my mind wanders.  They even seem to have little biscuits that go with the coffee that you are having. They ought to have a list of what goes with what because I like those stick ones with the chocolate inside but am not so keen on the wafery ones....

  Seasons of the Sea   Springtime found me by your shores in the stubbly marram grass. I picked cowslips, ladies’ fingers and clover, holding the stems so tightly that the sap oozed from the stems leaving my hands wet and sticky. The sound of your waves lapping on the beach, close and comforting,helping me in my task. The deserted stretch of cliff top pasture above gives refuge to the thousands of sea birds homing here. When Summer came, it brought with it the invasion of fair weather trippers with their swarms of children making incessant noise. I resented their intrusion and scorned their excitement as they ran to your water’s edge, screaming as you touched them if they dared to venture too near. I kept to the secret places – the caves and niches which were ours alone and waited for the twilight to have you to myself. Then, I could be engulfed by your swell and float, undisturbed, in and out of the rocks.   As the weather changed and Autumn’s chill kept visi...

"I don't really ask for much. I don't dream of big changes in my life or crave for anything extra. To sit with myself and feel thankful for what I have, for the peace that's slowly finding its place in my heart.  I used to feel restless, in m any ways wanting more and trying to fix things in my life. But lately I've realized that peace doesn't come from having everything, it comes from accepting what you already have and making the most of  it " Not my own words, but the words of Sthitipragyan  Mohanty, who I came across online this morning.  I don't have any info on the writer but found that this resonated with me today, as much as any day.  No particular reason or no more than any other day when I feel the need to write down my own thoughts - for no particular reason. Anyway, last night was my youngest grandchild's "Prom" - the event that celebrates the year elevens, some who are leaving school to work, some to go on into the sixth form...

  A first page waiting,  clean, virginal yet hopeful. Craving profound thoughts.  BG Nothing Ever Happens - Del Amitri

  I came across this poem in a discussion online and was not as familiar with this as other "War Poetry", so looked into it's background. The discussion was a debate on the topical and political climate as it appears to the "public" in the UK today and the current Prime Minister's statement this week that "We are on a war footing". And today, on  81st anniversary of the Normandy landings,  D-Day.  The Beginnings It was not part of their blood,     It came to them very late   With long  arrears  to make good,     When the  English  began to hate.   They were not  easily  moved,      They were icy-willing to wait   Till  every  count  should  be proved,     Ere the  English  began to hate.   Their  voices  were even and low,     Their eyes were  level  and straight.   There was  neither  sign nor show,...

Recently I have been reposting some of my long ago posts from this blog, with a view to remind myself of them and also to see how, my views/observations of life in general have changed, if at all over the years. It seems that I am being helped along with this by those who have not only read and commented on the re - posts but have also been reading other posts from the past, which is very nice. Thank you. Here is the post from 2011 which I had certainly forgotten I had written, and my comment for today is only that I am now only just over two years away from the "three score years and ten" that I mentioned back then, as though it were a lifetime away : "One day, Clifford T Ward will be mentioned in the same breath as Rupert Brook and Dylan Thomas, for he is as quintessentially British and poetic as they were. Like them too his life was tinged with great  sadness and unfulfilled promise and was ended far too soon."  So reads a comment on You tube on the link to a per...

Sometimes, what you are thinking or have thought has already been written down by someone else, perfectly. This is one occasion for me.  "On the day I die a lot will happen. A lot will change.  The world will be busy. On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.  The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone. The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me. All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard. The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me. The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.  All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.  My many nagging regrets will ...

 Thoughts - A Poem My best thoughts come while washing up ...  Perhaps they feel for me, the tedium of the chore, as they wallow in the murky depths, of the sink. They try to  take me by surprise, and send me rushing to find a pen  before the idea disappears, leaving pools of dirty dish water on the kitchen floor. Another job to do.  Perhaps my epitaph will read  "Here lies the makings of the world's greatest poet. Thoughts lost for want of a towel". Brenda

Thank God It's Friday  - A Supply Teacher's Lot  Monday                                                                                                                                                      I'm scheduled to teach "Key Skills" (English, Maths, Basic Information Technology) to a class of   prospective` of  prospective plumbers and painters & decorators - aged between seventeen and twenty   one years old. " I left school to get away from all this,” says one. “I wanna be a plumber not an English  teacher,” says another.  We practise writing job applications an...

A few things happened in British history, on this day.  In 1080 - William Walcher Bishop of Durham & Earl of Northumberland, was murdered. As revenge, William the Conqueror ravaged the area and took the opportunity to invade Scotland and build the castle at Newcastle Upon Tyne. 1727 - Thomas Gainsborough, English painter and founder of the English School of portrait & landscape painting, was born. 1796 - Edward Jenner became the first British physician to carry out a successful vaccination on an 8 year old boy against smallpox. His pioneering work laid the foundation for modern immunology techniques.  1847 - HMS Driver  completed the first circumnavigation of the world by a steamship when it arrived back at Spithead on the Hampshire coast. 1881 - The death of Mary Jane Seacole, a British-Jamaican business woman and nurse who set up the "British Hotel" behind the lines during the Crimean War. She described it as "a mess-table and comfortable quarters for sick and ...

  As we are currently having a lovely spell of warm- even hot - weather, I looked back at what was happening in Mays gone by, according to this blog, anyway. Seems I was referring to myself as an old person then, so no further comment needed on that. Apparently in May 2012 it was very warm too, so here are my thoughts from back then, not so different from today, thirteen years later .                                                      It's probably just me, but I don't think I'm so unique.  I am old though and many things get on my nerves, most of the time.   I get on my nerves most of the time, so I do sympathise with everyone else on this.  So, the sun is shining brightly and there's hardly a cloud in the sky and it's definately, hot. Great ! In this country we're always waiting for hot weather, and when it comes we do try to...

 Mind, Brain, Soul - Who we really are ... Most of us prefer to think that we possess something which is greater than the sum of our neurons; something which animates us and makes us the human individual we are. But much of what used to be classed as mind turns out to be brain and some part of all that must surely be the soul.  If we question who we are in these terms, we soon discover that we are not only our minds, but something else - and maybe everything else - at the same time. And is the soul one entity or are we all separate souls ? One of my favourite topics for questioning and discussion is memory, and how we define and recall our memories and many much greater 'minds' than mine have, over millenia, investigated and debated these issues.  A memory, at the cellular level, is a particular pattern of cellular changes on particular spots in our heads. A mood, however is a compound of neuro transmitters and if there's too much acetylcholine and not enough serotonin, t...