More on Muslims in Europe.


This is a rather long winded read but quite interesting and I believe important too. Living in the isolation of Canada’s smallest Province we do not often see what is happening elsewhere in the world. It is also a follow up to my previous blog regarding the Russian policy toward Muslim immigrants.

Wilders is a politician from Holland and is best known for his criticism of Islam, summing up his views by saying, “I don’t hate Muslims, I hate Islam”. Wilders’ views regarding Islam have made him a controversial figure in the Netherlands and abroad.


Dear friends,
“Thank you very much for inviting me.

I come to America with a mission.  All is not well in the old world.  There is a tremendous danger looming, and it is very difficult to be optimistic.  We might be in the final stages of the Islamization of Europe.  This not only is a clear and present danger to the future of Europe itself, it is a threat to America and the sheer survival of the West.  The United States as the last bastion of Western civilization, facing an Islamic Europe.

First, I will describe the situation on the ground in Europe …  Then, I will say a few things about Islam.  To close I will tell you about a meeting in Jerusalem ..

The Europe you know is changing.

You have probably seen the landmarks.  But in all of these cities, sometimes a few blocks away from your tourist destination, there is another world.  It is the world of the parallel society created by Muslim mass-migration.

All throughout Europe a new reality is rising: entire Muslim neighborhoods where very few indigenous people reside or are even seen.  And if they are, they might regret it.  This goes for the police as well.  It’s the world of head scarves, where women walk around in figureless tents, with baby strollers and a group of children. Their husbands, or slaveholders if you prefer, walk three steps ahead. With mosques on many street corners.  The shops have signs you and I cannot read. You will be hard-pressed to find any economic activity. These are Muslim ghettos controlled by religious fanatics. These are Muslim neighborhoods, and they are mushrooming in every city across Europe .. These are the building-blocks for territorial control of increasingly larger portions of Europe , street by street, neighborhood by neighborhood, city by city.

There are now thousands of mosques throughout Europe .  With larger congregations than there are in churches.  And in every European city there are plans to build super-mosques that will dwarf every church in the region.  Clearly, the signal is: we rule.

Many European cities are already one-quarter Muslim: just take Amsterdam , Marseille and Malmo in Sweden ..  In many cities the majority of the under-18 population is Muslim.   Paris is now surrounded by a ring of Muslim neighborhoods. Mohammed is the most popular name among boys in many cities.

In some elementary schools in Amsterdam the farm can no longer be mentioned, because that would also mean mentioning the pig, and that would be an insult to Muslims.

Many state schools in Belgium and Denmark only serve halal food to all pupils.  In once-tolerant Amsterdam gays are beaten up almost exclusively by Muslims.  Non-Muslim women routinely hear ‘whore, whore’.  Satellite dishes are not pointed to local TV stations, but to stations in the country of origin.

In France school teachers are advised to avoid authors deemed offensive to Muslims, including Voltaire and Diderot; the same is increasingly true of Darwin .  The history of the Holocaust can no longer be taught because of Muslim sensitivity.

In England sharia courts are now officially part of the British legal system. Many neighborhoods in France are no-go areas for women without head scarves.  Last week a man almost died after being beaten up by Muslims in Brussels , because he was drinking during the Ramadan.

Jews are fleeing France in record numbers, on the run for the worst wave of anti-Semitism since World War II.  French is now commonly spoken on the streets of Tel Aviv and Netanya , Israel ..  I could go on forever with stories like this. Stories about Islamization.

San Diego University recently calculated that a staggering  25 percent of the population in Europe will be Muslim just 12 years from now.  Bernhard Lewis has predicted a Muslim majority by the end of this century.

Now these are just numbers.  And the numbers would not be threatening if the Muslim-immigrants had a strong desire to assimilate.  But there are few signs of that.  The Pew Research Center reported that half of French Muslims see their loyalty to Islam as greater than their loyalty to France .  One-third of French Muslims do not object to suicide attacks. The British Centre for Social Cohesion reported that one-third of British Muslim students are in favor of a worldwide caliphate. Muslims demand what they call ‘respect’.  And this is how we give them respect.  We have Muslim official state holidays.

The Christian-Democratic attorney general is willing to accept sharia in the Netherlands if there is a Muslim majority.  We have cabinet members with passports from Morocco and Turkey ..

Muslim demands are supported by unlawful behavior, ranging from petty crimes and random violence, for example, against ambulance workers and bus drivers, to small-scale riots.   Paris has seen its uprising in the low-income suburbs, the banlieus.  I call the perpetrators ‘settlers’,  because that is what they are.  They do not come to integrate into our societies; they come to integrate our society into their Dar-al-Islam.  Therefore, they are settlers.

Much of this street violence I mentioned is directed exclusively against non-Muslims, forcing many native people to leave their neighborhoods, their cities, their countries.  Moreover, Muslims are now a swing vote not to be ignored.

The second thing you need to know is the importance of Mohammed the prophet.  His behavior is an example to all Muslims and cannot be criticized.  Now, if Mohammed had been a man of peace, let us say like Ghandi and Mother Theresa wrapped in one, there would be no problem.  But Mohammed was a warlord, a mass murderer, a pedophile, and had several marriages – at the same time.  Islamic tradition tells us how he fought in battles, how he had his enemies murdered and even had prisoners of war executed.  Mohammed himself slaughtered the Jewish tribe of Banu Qurayza.  If it is good for Islam, it is good.  If it is bad for Islam, it is bad.

Let no one fool you about Islam being a religion.  Sure, it has a god, and a here-after, and 72 virgins.  But in its essence Islam is a political ideology.  It is a system that lays down detailed rules for society and the life of every person.  Islam wants to dictate every aspect of life.  Islam means ‘submission’.  Islam is not compatible with freedom and democracy, because what it strives for is sharia.  If you want to compare Islam to anything, compare it to communism or national-socialism, these are all totalitarian ideologies.

Now you know why Winston Churchill called Islam ‘the most retrograde force in the world’, and why he compared Mein Kampf to the Quran.  The public has wholeheartedly accepted the Palestinian narrative, and sees Israel as the aggressor.  I have lived in this country and visited it dozens of times.  I support Israel , first, because it is the Jewish homeland after two thousand years of exile up to and including Auschwitz , second because it is a democracy, and third because Israel is our first line of defense.

This tiny country is situated on the fault line of jihad, frustrating Islam’s territorial advance.   Israel is facing the front lines of Jihad, like Kashmir, Kosovo, the Philippines , Southern Thailand, Darfur in Sudan , Lebanon , and Aceh in Indonesia .   Israel is simply in the way, the same way West-Berlin was during the Cold War.

The war against Israel is not a war against Israel .  It is a war against the West.  It is Jihad.   Israel is simply receiving the blows that are meant for all of us.  If there would have been no Israel , Islamic imperialism would have found other venues to release its energy and its desire for conquest.  Thanks to Israeli parents who send their children to the army and lay awake at night, parents in Europe and America can sleep well and dream, unaware of the dangers looming.

Many in Europe argue in favor of abandoning Israel in order to address the grievances of our Muslim minorities.  But if Israel were, God forbid, to go down, it would not bring any solace to the West ..  It would not mean our Muslim minorities would all of a sudden change their behavior, and accept our values.  On the contrary, the end of Israel would give enormous encouragement to the forces of Islam.  They would, and rightly so, see the demise of Israel as proof that the West is weak, and doomed.  The end of Israel would not mean the end of our problems with Islam, but only the beginning.  It would mean the start of the final battle for world domination.  If they can get Israel , they can get everything.  So-called journalists volunteer to label any and all critics of Islamization as a ‘right-wing extremists’ or ‘racists’.  In my country, the Netherlands , 60 percent of the population now sees the mass immigration of Muslims as the number one policy mistake since World War II.  And another 60 percent sees Islam as the biggest threat.  Yet there is a greater danger than terrorist attacks, the scenario of America as the last man standing.  The lights may go out in Europe faster than you can imagine.  An Islamic Europe means a Europe without freedom and democracy, an economic wasteland, an intellectual nightmare, and a loss of military might for America – as its allies will turn into enemies, enemies with atomic bombs.  With an Islamic Europe, it would be up to America alone to preserve the heritage of Rome , Athens and Jerusalem …..

Dear friends, liberty is the most precious of gifts.  My generation never had to fight for this freedom, it was offered to us on a silver platter, by people who fought for it with their lives.  All throughout Europe , American cemeteries remind us of the young boys who never made it home, and whose memory we cherish.  My generation does not own this freedom; we are merely its custodians.  We can only hand over this hard won liberty to Europe ‘s children in the same state in which it was offered to us.  We cannot strike a deal with mullahs and imams.  Future generations would never forgive us.  We cannot squander our liberties.  We simply do not have the right to do so.

We have to take the necessary action now to stop this Islamic stupidity from destroying the free world that we know.

Please take the time to read and understand what is written here, Please send it to every free person that you know, it is so very important


Told you it was long winded!!!

God Bless and keep reading


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Appreciating Your Wife!!!

Ah! you say, that age old problem of trying to prove to your wife that you still love  her. That you still think of her as the beautiful young girl who walked down the aisle to give her hand to you in marriage all those years ago. You have tried through all the years of strife and petty quarrels, of not speaking to one another, staying mad for days.  Forgetting to take out the garbage, failing to cut the grass, oily finger marks on her best table cloth, having one too many on Friday night!!. You husbands know what I’m talking about eh!! Keeping the wee woman happy. Its a difficult and life long task, but having said that, it remains as something I would do over and over again. That lovely girl that once lived with you has aged just as you have, her hair has turned grey just as yours has, she may have added a few pounds just as you have, maybe a little slower just as you are. But could you ever live without her, I know I couldn’t. So here is the point of my blog today. Birthdays! We have them on a regular basis yet they seem to lose significance with each passing year. But they also remain important even if we deny it. Each year I search for a unique birthday gift for my wife because I do truly love her. Trust me it gets harder as the years go by. In the past I have helped keep Harley Davidson in business buying expensive accessories for her current motor bike. I have lavished her with diamonds and gold, chocolates and flowers, clothes and washing machines!. However this year I have truly out done myself and found what must be the most unique gift of our 43 years of marriage. Linda mentioned she would like a totem pole! not a huge 40 foot pole, just a small one that could stand out on our deck.  If any of the husbands reading this think they can outdo this amazing gift please let me know. There are many more birthdays to come and after this one I may need some future help.. And now to reveal this fantastic and unique gift, a five foot totem pole.totem pole  My youngest daughter Susannah says it looks a lot like me????? but her glasses are always smudged

God Bless and keep reading. Oh!! and happy birthday Linda, Love you always

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I Don’t Agree With Everything Russian But!!

putinndexI do not always agree with everything Russian but in the case of Islamic immigration demanding we respect them, their traditions and laws. Then I’m whole heartily in agreement with President Putin. All western nations should adopt the same policy across the board. If Islamic fanatics are elected to positions of power in the various governments Europe could be lost. See his speech attached below.

August 04, 2013:> Vladimir Putin, the Russian president, addressed the Duma, (Russian Parliament), and gave a speech about the tensions with minorities

in Russia:…..

   “….In Russia, live like Russians. Any minority, from anywhere, if it wants to live in Russia, to work and eat in Russia, it should speak Russian and should respect the Russian laws. If they prefer Sharia Law, and live the life of Muslim’s, then we advise them to go to those places where that’s the state law.

Russia does not need Muslim minorities. Minorities need Russia, and we will not grant them special privileges, or try to change our laws to fit
their desires, no matter how loud they yell ‘discrimination’. We will not
tolerate disrespect of our Russian culture. We better learn from the
suicides of America, England, Holland and France, if we are to survive as nation. The Muslims are taking over those countries and they will not take over Russia. The Russian customs and traditions are not compatible with the lack of culture or the primitive ways of Sharia Law and Muslims.

When this honorable legislative body thinks of creating new laws, it should have in mind the Russian national interest first, observing that the Muslims Minorities Are Not Russians….”


 It is time our government did the same!!! I came as an immigrant in 1964, there were no handouts, no grants, no special housing or allowances. Yet I managed very well, I worked hard and lived by the laws of the land. Canada has been good to me and in turn I have endeavoured to give back to the land I call home. I did not demand Canadians respect me or my Irish traditions, instead I earned the respect of my neighbours and friends, and that should be the goal of all new immigrants to this great land.

God Bless and keep reading—and if this sign off offends,  Tough!!!!!

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Poor Health/Government on PEI

zflagpeiThere has been much talk of late regarding the fish kills and the chemical sprays being so freely used all across the land. However, by talking about fish kills we have missed the more looming and critical issue of human health. We presently rank at or near the top in many health issues. We have the highest cases of asthma and cancer just to name a couple. At the same time we have a dangerously short supply of doctors and health care workers. We have a government holding huge loans/mortgages for big corporation. Since when was it governments job to be in the local hotel business (Homburg). Would this same government give you or I a property tax break by forgiving $34.000 in back property taxes. Not a chance! unless of course you were a big corporation owing the tax payers of this province millions. Recently Ghiz stated if we don’t pay good salaries we can’t get good people to work in government! Well son! your theory is not working, we presently have the worse and most useless collection of politicians in the history of the province. There are lots of good people out there, but they are turned off by the disgusting partisan politics rampant in the province. The entitlement, self importance and the “I’m alright Jack” attitude of most elected members. I am adding a comment received from a friend who follows my blog and shares very similar views. Indeed the views of the majority of Islanders.


One aspect I’d like to bring up is that people depend too much on political honesty not realizing that it doesn’t exist, to a large extent. Another consideration: are the politicians forced or worse, influenced by big business. Yesterday morning I had a phone conversation with a very close friend – a long time cancer victim from PEI. She is well aware of how rampant cancer is in PEI. But how many people are aware of this unless they have been or are in contact with a family member, relative or other close contact? The research is done but the people are not being educated on the statistics or on the proven causes. Maybe if this was being published there would be a more spirited public action. It’s scary what will happen to economic society in general if we take action to decrease cancer but I have the impression that the politicians will be the last to make that move. And they will make it only by being severely pushed


Its time for the islanders to take real action, stop following the traditional old party lines,. Liberal/Conservative and vote for change. Vote for the Green Party or the NDP, stop these successive liberal/conservative patronage parties.  By adding a few Green/NDP members the power cycle will be greatly reduced along with the patronage appointments. Just my point of view, but remember the next election is not too far off and if you really want change you have to get rid of the old party cronies .

God Bless and keep reading


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Fish kills Fall on Deaf Ears

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On August 11th 2014 I sent this mail to the following members of the Provincial Government, Robert Ghiz, Premier, Janice Sherry, Minister of Environment, and Sonny Gallant, my local MLA. Guess what? not a word, nothing in response, just silence. I suppose its what I should have expected, after all what can any one of them offer as an excuse. There is no excuse for what is happening to this Island, to the land, the air, the water, the fish, the wildlife and of course us, the Islanders


How much longer can this go on for, there must be an end to fish kills in our rivers

Will this government finally act to prevent these poisons being used by big corporate potato growers from entering our earth, our air, our streams and rivers. Successive governments have continually turned a blind eye, have made weak excuses. Trotting out the same old excuses- no real proof found that it was toxic run off etc etc. It cannot go on much longer, we are killing fish by the thousands plus untold numbers of other wildlife, birds,bees butterfly’s earth worms and God only knows what else.  Please do the jobs you were elected for, do the right thing, have some courage for a change and face down these murderous greedy corporations and their all important spud size. Islanders cannot continue to live like this, our children cannot live like this, it must stop now. How much longer can we and this beautiful Island survive?

Talk about Silence being Golden!! it seems this Provincial Government have the market cornered on silence. Shame on our elected members, Shame on Robert Ghiz.

God Bless and keep reading

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Alcohol in the Royal Navy?

_Ltcdr Astute76940186_65047736Ryan donovanYou might recall that on 2nd August I blogged about Black Tot Day that took place on 31st July 1970. The last day of the issue of rum to members of the Royal Navy.  All members having reached the age of twenty years were entitled to one issue (tot) of rum per day. I also stated in my blog that I thought the Admiralty had miss an opportunity to ban alcohol aboard all vessels of the Royal Navy. Unfortunately it didn’t happen, crews are allowed two cans of beer per day (35mg per 100ml)when off duty. When handling fire arms the limit is 9mg per 100ml. Surely when handling weapons it should be zero tolerance. In the wardroom, officers have available a selection of wines, spirits and beers. While this sounds like a moderate ration, the problem of drunkenness still exists. What happens when one sailor gives/sells his issue of beer to another shipmate, suppose several do this and now we have a drunk on the ship. The same applies to the wardroom especially when alongside. Not a good idea under any circumstances, even dangerous on a modern warship or submarine. It is dangerous enough drinking and driving a car so imagine driving a nuclear submarine/ship. I have posted two photos pertaining to a tragic event that took place in 2011. The first is Able Seaman Ryan Donovan, the second Lt Cdr Ian Molyneux. In April alongside in Southampton Donovan was armed and extremely intoxicated aboard the nuclear submarine HMS Astute. He shot Molyneux killing him, and injured two other crew members before being apprehended. Lt Cdr Molyneux 36, leaves behind a wife and four children. Donovan has been sentenced to life, and must serve a minimum of 25 years. Here we have a completely unnecessary waste of two lives all because of alcohol.  Two young men have had their lives destroyed, one is dead and one in jail for the rest of his life.  I wonder if now the Admiralty will have a rethink, surely weapons and booze do not mix, they should never be available at the same time and in the same place. A warship is exactly that, it is about weapons and is very dangerous. In my opinion the navy afloat should be dry. It saddens me that this is what today’s navy has come too. I served for 24 years with pride, and I’m still proud today. As an old submariner I have the greatest difficulty imagining one shipmate shooting another. This is a dreadful tragedy, and an indelible blemish on the once grand and elite submarine service, indeed on the entire Royal Navy. In my day at noon we heard the pipe “Up Spirits” tot time, now in 2014 my spirits are very low, I feel the shame as do so many of my old comrades. My sympathies are with the family who in the blink of an eye lost their father. What a dreadful waste and how easily it could have been prevented.

God Bless and keep reading.

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Caroline! Babyhood to Soccer Star!!!!

002001004005006007A Pictorial history of Caroline from baby to Soccer star.caroline 1_0003Caroline with her new bikeHistory of Girls Soccer on PEI






You might recall Caroline registered a complaint that I was portraying her younger sister as the soccer player in the family, when in fact Caroline was and still is our resident soccer star. Its difficult for a father to always maintain an even balance between two daughters, giving both equal blog time and featuring their many talents fairly!!!.  So today I will attempt to bring Caroline’s talents more into line with her younger sister’s.  Sometime in the mid 1960’s(sorry not allowed to be more specific) she began life rolling around on the living room carpet, later graduating to a baby chair. She discovered a taste for ice cream and learned to travel on four wheels. She sometimes became threatening if things didn’t go as planned and she would wield her rattle at whom ever was nearby. As the years passed she found two wheels as a more suitable means of conveyance (plus training wheels) , and she liked to pose in front of classic cars. Living in Sudbury Ontario Caroline could read labels in stores. She discovered LION (loin) chops at the Dominion meat counter. In the 1970’s she became a right winger for the under 12 girls team, she had a great right foot  placing the ball in the goal area time and again. As her birthdays came and went she moved from girls league to senior women. In the 1980’s Caroline accepted the coveted Seagull Trophy from Ian Wallis at the Cornwall finals. Caroline is still playing soccer today in Halifax NS with a senior women’s team. It kinda reminds me of the great Sir Stanley Matthews who played in British first division football until he was 50 years old!!! Way to go.  Caroline and Susannah you will always be the stars in my life. Love you both.

Alas, in 1991 my little shinning soccer star was all grown up and left me for another man!!!

God Bless and keep reading009

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Watch for tomorrow’s Blog

003Be ready for a interesting and historical retelling of my eldest daughter Caroline and her rise to soccer stardom. She was ever so slightly miffed that Susannah (Budge) was getting more blog time than her. So folks, tomorrow I shall attempt to rectify my errors. Stand by for an exciting account  of Caroline from baby to the soccer fields of Bedford.

God Bless and keep reading.

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Chapter XXI Armageddon

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Chapter Seventeen

The Escape





A loud trumpet suddenly blared getting everyone’s immediate attention. Soldiers jumped smartly to attention, officers saluting with right hands across the chest. Coming down the stairs was a most elegantly dressed man wearing fine linen robes trimmed in gold. He wore the most beautiful golden bracelets on his wrists; they were enhanced with rare stones, probably emeralds and diamonds. On his hands several large rings glinted in the sunlight and on his head, a small golden laurel wreath glowed like a halo. Adam didn’t need to guess; this was Pontius Pilate the Governor of Judea. He gracefully lowered himself onto the cushioned bench and scanned the two prisoners standing before him. For what seemed like an age nothing happened, no one dared to move as they waited for him to speak. A young scantily dressed slave boy stood behind Pilate slowly moving a large fan back and forth. To his right stood the smartly dressed officer, and it was to him Pilate now turned. “So you have brought me two spies from this upstart King of the Jews”? “Yes Consulate General, our soldiers arrested them attempting to escape the city”. Pilate turned back to look at Adam, “what have you to say in your defense? And I warn you not too lie to me, we have measures to make you talk”. Adam said, “Sir we are not spies, my wife and I are merely travellers passing through and looking for work”. Pilate shifted his position and looked hard at Adam, “Enough of these lies, we will get the truth one way or another, it is your choice. Let me enlighten you as to our methods, you will be chained to the whipping post”. Pilate indicated with a wave of his arm to where the blood stained post now stood empty. “While we chastise you the brave soldiers that captured you can amuse themselves with your wife. The whipping master is an expert; he will lay open your skin inch by inch until you either tell us what we want to know or until you are dead”. Adam made one last desperate attempt to make Pilate believe him. He realized it was futile and considered grabbing for a gas canister but hesitated, a sudden movement on his part would be instant death. The four soldiers still stood directly behind them with their swords drawn. Pilate rose from the bench, “Enough of this strip them”. The soldiers rushed forward to rip Eve’s clothing from her body; Adam didn’t wait for them to reach him quickly dropping his robes to the ground. The sudden and collective gasp at first surprised him; the eager soldiers were backing away from Eve. Adam reacted to the opportunity. He and Eve had created a strange sight, and the Romans were clearly afraid. They stood in the center of the courtyard wearing only Madam Malysheva’s sensible Fruit of the Loom underwear. The brown dyed lower legs arms and head and shoulders contrasting to their white skin must have been quite a sight. Not forgetting the equipment belts around their waists. Adam realized this was his opportunity. He moved fast to pull the Polaroid projector camera from his belt and pressed the flash at Pilate. Next he hit the project button and aimed the camera at the shaded wall under the canopy. Almost instantly Pilate’s image appeared on the wall. Soldiers fell to their knees wailing in fear, Pilate who had his back to his image on the wall, looked alarmed at his soldier’s reaction. Slowly he turned to see what was scaring them so badly. His shock was obvious. His arm trembled as he raised it to shield his face. Adam slowly edged Eve back toward the courtyard entrance, still waving and pointing the camera like a weapon. The cowering soldiers raised their shields to protect themselves from this strange and frightening weapon.


Once outside he and Eve began running fast to put as much distance between them and the soldiers as possible. Adam quickly realized he had no idea where they were heading. While being marched into the city by the soldiers he had been more worried about their capture than making note of the route they had taken. Now they were hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of narrow streets and alleys. It would only be a matter of minutes before the Romans recovered and gave chase. They were not only lost but in their present state of dress unlikely to blend in with the local population. They slowed to a walk desperately looking for something familiar to give them direction. Adam knew if they were recaptured there would be no further chance of escape. Indeed little chance they would even survive another capture, the soldiers were frightened and would most likely kill on sight. The endless narrow streets all looked alike as they frantically searched for a way to safety. They hopelessly moved from street to street, Adam was sure they were going in circles. Suddenly Abraham appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and beckoned for them to follow him. He quickly led them through a maze of back alleys to emerge at the rear entrance to his home. “You must not try to leave the city until darkness, Roman patrols are everywhere looking for you. I must hide you in the stables with my sheep I dare not bring you into my home. Soldiers are already searching door to door and will soon be here. Lay down behind the feeding trough and I will cover you with straw”. “Abraham we are very grateful but what will happen to you and your wife if we are discovered?’’ “Do not worry about that my friends these stupid soldiers will not look too closely in the stable”. Once Abraham concealed the pair under heaps of straw he set about spreading manure all around the area. In the oppressive heat the stench in the stalls was almost unbearable. Adam and Eve lay very still and quiet hardly daring to breathe for what seemed like hours. Suddenly there was a noise of voices, the sheep stirred and began moving around the pen. Adam pressed harder into the ground trying to hear what was being said. Roman soldiers were in the yard with Abraham. They were railing Abraham for the filthy condition of the stables. The spreading of manure had worked; the soldiers were reluctant to look very closely. After what seemed like hours the patrol finally left. Abraham came out and told them it was safe to come inside. It was a relief to escape the heat and stench for the cool interior of the house. Miranda had prepared a meal and laid out a few articles of clothing for them to wear. Adam’s new robe was not much more than a flimsy rag but at least he felt much less conspicuous wearing it. Eve’s clothing was little better but she realized these kind people were giving them things they could ill afford to give. Abraham said “eat and relax, you must wait until it is late. The whole city is on alert and soldiers are everywhere. It is going to be very difficult and dangerous to slip you past the sentries unnoticed. The gates will be closed at sundown and guarded by at least two sentries. But fear not we have a plan. As I’m telling you this my brother is headed for the gate with two jugs of wine pretending to be very drunk. The empire is so stretched these days the legions are often short of soldiers. For this reason they often hire mercenaries to help fill their ranks. These mercenaries are usually slovenly, lazy and often drunk. Fortune has smiled on us, for it is two of these oafs guarding our gate tonight. They will almost certainly confiscate my brother’s wine when he attempts to pass through the gates. By morning and with Gods help they will be in drunken stupors. Adam was concerned about the time already lapsed; he remembered Terry’s warning of twelve hours being the maximum. It was still daylight and they needed at least an hour to walk back to the capsule. Abraham suggested that they should try to rest; it would be safer to leave in the early morning hours just before dawn. Adam still worried that with guards at the gates slipping out unnoticed would be extremely risky and dangerous. Abraham told them to trust in the Lord and all would be well. The guards will be sleeping off their wine and will not hear you pass. But you must also consider it will still be dangerous once you are out in the open. There is nowhere to conceal yourselves once you are on the road. When you leave you must be absolutely silent and make all haste to get as far away as possible. The Romans have skilled archers and mounted troops, if they spot you your chances will rest in Gods hands”.


Some time later Abraham woke them and said it was time to go. Adam, who was instantly alert, estimated the time was around 4 am giving them a little more than an hour until daylight. As they prepared to leave Abraham’s home they hugged the two good people who had risked everything for them. Adam paused in the doorway to dig out the few coins he had brought along. He handed them to Abraham, though he felt it didn’t seem like much for the risks these brave people had taken for them. A quick final goodbye and they were out in the cool early morning air. They began walking as fast and as quietly as possible. Not easy in their flimsy leather sandals. They were certainly not Nike running shoes. At the gate two soldiers lay against the wall heads buried in their cloaks to shield them from the cold morning air. As quiet as mice the pair silently slipped passed the two sleeping sentries. As Adam eased the heavy gate ajar it creaked there was a moment of anxious tension as one soldier moaned then moved his position to scratch his crotch. They froze on the spot not daring to breath. After what seemed like a lifetime the soldier apparently had remained asleep. Adam cautiously pushed the gate open a crack more, just enough for them to squeeze through. He guided Eve forward silently passing the two sleeping forms. Adam’s body gave an involuntary shivered as he felt the cold sweat on his brow. Clear of the gate and breathing a little easier they picked up the pace and hurried toward the capsule. Adam told Eve to pass him her two gas canisters. They did not notice the lone soldier standing in the shadows of the upper wall. He watched them for a moment then turned in the direction of the garrison, lighting a lantern he sent his signal.


They had travelled about half way back to the capsule without incident and Adam prayed their luck would continue to hold. Moments later they saw the ridge behind which the capsule was concealed. They excitedly quickened their pace, their hearts were pounding but they were going to make it. So far so good, nothing stirred across the silent land. Adam prayed silently for just another fifteen minutes without discovery and they would safely reach the capsule. With about three hundred yards to go he heard the first faint sounds behind them. The sounds quickly increased to the heavy tramp of many feet and the clinking of metal on metal. Adam turned to peer through the gloom; at first he only saw the flash of torches. Slowly focusing his eyes he saw the glint of armour flashing off the torchlights. Following him at a rapid pace was a large troop of Roman soldiers; and they were closing the distance rapidly.


He told Eve “Run, get the capsule ready; I will try and slow the soldiers down”. Eve hesitated, “I don’t want to leave you” “Go for Gods sake, we don’t have time to argue” Eve realized he was serious and dashed off as fast as her feet could carry her. Adam now turned to face the onrushing soldiers. When the leading ranks saw he had stopped and was standing facing them they stopped too. Their abrupt halt caused the ranks following to collide with them in a clash of bodies and armour. As the Romans started to sort themselves Adam breathed a sigh of relief. Eve had reached the top of the ridge where the capsule lay hidden.

The soldiers quickly regained their composure and were on the move again. They were moving forward more cautiously now, just one step at a time with shields and weapons at the ready. Adam stood firm waiting for them to close the distance; he tensed when he spotted a dozen or more archers at the rear. For the moment they were still carrying their bows and he prayed they would continue to do so.


The forward ranks were now only a hundred or so yards from where Adam stood. His hands were damp with sweat and he was trembling badly as he held tight to the Eve’s two canisters. Taking a deep breath he hurled the first canister at the leading ranks of the soldiers. They saw it coming and in one impressive motion raised their shields to form a protective barrier. The canister merely bounced over the metal shields landing in amongst the soldiers. It immediately exploded spraying tear gas in all directions. Adam flung the second canister further into the body of men. In seconds the orderly soldiers were in chaos; men crashed, fell, and screamed trying to escape the clouds of gas. Adam wasted no time and ran for his life toward the ridge. At the top of the ridge he saw Eve had already managed to enter the capsule. These Romans soldiers were not at all like the slovenly ones who had captured them earlier; they were obviously a very elite and well-trained troop. They were the soldiers of the Roman Legions that had captured most of the known World and established an Empire. The gas had slowed them but had failed to stop them. They had regrouped and were once more coming on fast. Adam heaved his two remaining canisters, but this time the well-trained troops were prepared dividing left and right almost completely avoiding the gas. It only slightly slowed them down this time


. As he hurled himself down the side of the gully the first arrows flew over his head. He dived into the capsule head first as a second wave of arrows struck and skidded across the glass sides of their capsule. The arrows caused a few heavy scratches, but to his relief no cracks appeared. The Romans were now on the ridge and looking down in stunned silence at the strange craft below. “Hit the recall Eve, get us out of here while we are still in one piece,” yelled Adam. He’d managed to get himself into an upright position after his hasty and unorthodox entry and had pulled the hatch shut. The soldiers still very wary were slowly advancing down the slope toward the capsule. Two very large soldiers carrying what looked like heavy axes were directly approaching the capsule while the others began forming a circle around them. If either of these Romans had time to administer a blow to the glass it would be all over. “What’s the hold up Eve’ for God sake hit the recall” “I did, twice, nothing happened; I’m setting the manual switch just give me a few more seconds”. The largest of the two axe wielders had reached the capsule and was raising his axe preparing to strike. Adam desperately and repeatedly pressed the flash of his camera at the oncoming giant, all to no avail



In that moment Adam suddenly crashed forward into the console landing on top of Eve. They were once more falling through the blackness of time. They untangled themselves from the console and found their seats. In the hasty departure neither had had time to fasten the safety belts. The tension of the last hour drained away as they realized they had survived and was safely on their way home. “My Goodness Eve that was too close for comfort, another split second and we were done for”. “Relax Adam, in just a few seconds we shall be safely back on the launch pad”. Adam took a long deep breath, when we land I hope Angus has a large glass of Irish waiting for me, I could surely use one”.


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Arsenal First win of the New Season

arsenal pennentIn their usual heart stopping performance Arsenal finally inched the second goal into the net at minute 91 the first minute of stoppage time to win over Crystal Palace 2-1. I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining, the first games are always touch and go, players are a bit rusty. Plus we had three new signing on the field today. It will take time for them to fit with the Gunners style of football. However they got the job down and that’s all that matters. Its onwards and upwards with 37 league games still to play. Go Gunners Go.

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