I got this mail a wee while ago from my friend John Maher. It is a fine example of the POWER OF THEIR LORD. We both thought the first of these two posts was a spoof, kind of....... but no, this guy's for real & is apparently the Postie in Uig, on the Isle of Lewis.
........And changing the subject....... Have you been following the anti gay B&B letters that have been flying around on Heb news and one of the island blogs?
maybe you've seen this already but if not, check it out. It was posted on Heb News but got pulled after a couple of days.......

Sirs,

The reluctance of some Western Isles B&B owners to allow two homosexual men to share a double bed on their premises was amongst the contentious topics raised at the recent Scottish election hustings The subject was raised by the well regarded Mr Murdo Murray, former island authority dept head who now provides B&B accommodation in his family home.

Mr Murray's legitimate concerns were brushed aside by Western Isles MSP Alasdair Allan who tersely rebuked him with the words " If it's a B&B then it's none of your business what people are and you shouldn't be asking."

Imagine then a bearded dark-skinned gentleman siting at a B&B dining table putting the finishing touches to a lethal explosive device while Mr Murray innocently vacuums breakfast bread crumbs from the carpet, Mr Allan's advice still ringing in his ears. Or in the next room, a drug pusher preparing his addictive fixes as a silent Mr Murray offers a cup of herbal tea, still heeding Mr Allan's warnings.

We can see immediately that Mr Allan's unwise advice is not to be trusted by his B&B owning constituents. So might I suggest some alternative strategies ( all perfectly legal) to avoid the highly undesirable situation Mr Murray speaks of.

Before offering temporary lodgings, an appropriate carefully worded question put to the accommodation seeker would illicit the necessary information about their room partner's gender. Depending on the reply,our B&B owner could then decide on what in their opinion is the lesser of two evils -to open their family homes as a venue for sodomy, or to fob off the gay couple and decline them accommodation thereby infringing current UK laws.

That decision should be a personal matter for the B&B host. Alternatively,would any other mortal human being be so arrogant as to claim the right of dominion over our B&B owner's conscience in this matter and make that decision for them - any volunteers willing to step forward ?

But let's assume our B&B owner is targeted on their doorstep by two aggressive homosexuals well versed on their rights, demanding a double bed. What then ? This is where advance preparation in making ones home ' heterosexually friendly' can act as a deterrent, without breaking any laws.

Double room bedding,towels and toiletries could be labelled 'His and Hers,' complemented by romantic pictures of famous heterosexual couples from fact and fiction strategically positioned in hallways and bedrooms. Add appropriate music playing discreetly in the background - some songs for consideration 'When A Man Loves A Woman, ' 'Romeo And Juliet' or 'Lay Lady Lay.' Creative B&B owners could use their imaginations to further enhance the heterosexual ambiance.

In addition to minor modifications to their home decor, island B&B owners could also take more assertive action by directing disparaging remarks at the accommodation seeking couple about their relationship. Though these may seem rather unpleasant tactics, expressing a personal view critical of homosexual practise is not illegal ( yet ?) and no B&B owner can be charged with any offence or evicted from their own home for doing so.

Should our island B&B owners need a role model from the hospitality sector who's an expert practitioner of verbal unpleasantries, they could do no worse than take as their example that fine upstanding ambassador for the English tourist board, the venerable Mr Basil Fawlty (now retired)

So who could possibly object to such reasonable measures taken by Western Isles B&B owners in modestly altering their home furnishings to reflect their personal attitudes to homosexuality while verbally conveying a similar opinion ? Step forward the zealots who worship the God of political correctness.

And what a jealous God he is, demanding total allegiance from his followers, who believe their 'religion' should fully encompass equality in the world of home furnishings and musical tastes They would even wish to instruct us on the human activities we should allow in our own homes ( homosexual practice).

Never did the staunchest bible-bashing Hebridean church minister seek to foist such impositions on his parishioners homes and freedom of expression as do the PC zealots, whose fundamentalism makes our island clergy seem like laid-back dudes by comparison.

A few of my fellow islanders who look down on the church from a great height peddle the extraordinary notion that, with the exception of a few much maligned church elders, all islanders are homosexual-hugging admirers of all things gay.

In debunking that myth, I'd simply state that I'm just one amongst numerous Western Isles residents who would think it a considerably less odious prospect spending the night in the close proximity of a leaking septic tank than play host to an overnight visit from a sexually active gay couple.

Iain M Macdonald

Miavaigdays.

But that's nothing compared to this guy.......
here's another...........

HELLoo
TURDS & DEATHLY SEX DESEASES SPREAD BY HOMOSEXUALS SODOMITE CLUB

LEARN THIS HISTORY BEFORE YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF & OTHER PEOPLE CHILDREN ALL AROUND THE WORLD BY YOUR CRIMINAL ACTED LIKE SODOMI

&

YOUR DEATH WILL OPEN
GATE OF HELL TORMENT FOREVER TO BE YOUR LAST RESORT OF LIFE IN TORTURE PAINFULLY

YOU WILL MEET YOUR HOMOSEXUALS FRIEND IN THE PIT OF HELL TORMENT CREATED BY ALLAH

LIKE

ANCIENT DRUNKARD HOMOSEXUALS MONKS/NUNS
OF SODOM & GOMORAH

&

FIRST DEAD HOMOSEXUAL MAN
ON EARTH BY
VIRUS HIV AIDS
HE WAS HOLIWOOD
FILM STAR
CALLED
ROCK HUDSON

ETC

& WE ALL KNEW

ALL OF HOMOSEXUAL’S LIFE UNTIL HIS DEATH
COULD ONLY PRODUCE
TURD & DEATHLY SEX DESEASES

BECAUSE THAT HOMOSEXUAL ACTED WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GET PREGNANT LET ALONE HAVE ANY CHILDREN

SO

BEWARY PLEASE
BOYS & GIRLS FROM
ALL OVER THE WORLD

DON’T LET
HOMOSEXUALS SODOMITE CRIMINAL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU GROW BY THEIR DEATHLY
SEX DESEASES LIKE VIRUS HIV AIDS

OKAY

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OF CANs & CAN'Ts                    septic sickteenth 2011

I can put together things of beauty
& I can put my whole self into them
I can believe in others' Abilities
& Achievements
but I can't trust them

I can define & design
what it is I should do
& I can understand how its achievement
can lift me
but i can't believe
& I can't engage
&i can never allow myself
the Simple Luxury
of time to indulge myself
in happiness

I can always find a reason
not to admit
who I am
I can always find a way
not to appear to need help
but I can't give up the ghost
& I can't believe that anyone
really care
I can see where I want to be
I can see how I can Achieve that
I can even laugh at how hard
I make it for myself

I can't see an end
I can't see a different way
I can only imagine
there must be
a Different...
a better
way

but I can't talk about it
& I can't stop thinking about it
I can be Brilliant
& it really shouldn't matter
that I can also fail

Fauxpa

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The Hobos were drinking thier drugs out of cans again. Got e'm wholesale. It's he only way to do it. These are times of discontent. Not that you'd know it just by looking around. Just a whole lot a fat floaters un the surface of the big pool.
WE walk back and forwards looking for wheelchairs. Anything to break the monotony, to raise an eyebrow, to break a leg. Those brief moments you remeber you were once a child and nothing mattered, and even if it did you could laugh it off.
To be honest, i don't give a dam, because i do it'll just be a damn shame.

But if i was a hobo i'd light a big fire just so i had no choice but to try to keep ahead of the flames.
NO, this is a time of alcoholics in bed socks with punch bag heads. Sometimes i can be fooled into thinking  that sometimes someone's going to play it fair. Above board. Where all the pieces were actually on the table instead of being hidden in dark holes that are hidden in even darker people. We become silent voyeurs. We were never asked what it was we wanted, we were just told, in black & white, what - we wanted to be.

Nightmare Hobo wakes up hurting worse than most of you would know. But he could smile and run at the drop of a hat. Nothing to cancel. Nothing to have that isn't truly yours. Fuck your 50 kilos of samsonite luggage for a few weeks away at our house by the lake. Nightmare Hobo wakes up and knows exactly when to start and how fast and how hard to push up if he's climbing aboard or how hard to cling before waiting for the strength. It's amazing how much strength you find when you know for a fact you're going under the wheels.

What's the temptation?
What's the love gone wrong?

We spent an aftrnoon with a couple who are soon to celebrate their Golden Wedlock Anniversay. Thought the idea of a 'party' was not one for us. I 'm riding a line with just about as much mindfuck i can use. We talk MS, we eat fish pie. Of a strange and distressed chilhood. Of death and their dog with a bloody paw. Cleaning and Sticking and bandaging, seemed somehow i was vet in charge. And i gave them a 35 billion year old stone i'd found high on  hill. then sculptered with a diamond bladed grinder, made striped light down it's spine and ground through to the pink stone inside. And i wondered how many women, or couples seem to want to tie themselves down to that moment in time, The time to start planning a new kitchen.

The eat and die brigade. How many are out there? Are they the majority the carriers of mankind's torch.
Seems fitting to me.

There's a new General just taken over. Gerneral Apathy; the last white hope of the great ape.