Bridging a gap

For all those contemporaries, who do feel their holiday spoilt all inclusive (sic) when f.e. noticing a wheelchair in the opposite corner whilst having breakfast: Here you find a good news.

Those who would not dare to claim money back, as some of those addressed above did in the past, - yet without success - might be inspired to ask themselves, what may have been the root of the kernel in which this very market gap dozed from the very beginning of time, until a homo sapiens sapiens in the labour room of his brains bore an idea to bridge it.

The Peace of the Night!

Final is final is . . .

In respond to an alarming report Australia's Prime Minister John Howard decided to seize control of Aboriginal land in the Northern Territory. Banning alcohol and pornography and sending military seemingly are thought to cure a "national emergency".

Well, there have been quite a few reports in the past 30 years.
One, released by the parliament in 1977 (Parl Paper Number: 299/77) was titled.

Final report on alcohol problems of Aborigines.

Tit for Tat

The Pakistan Ulema Council bestowing the title of Saifullah (Sword of Islam) on Osama Bin Laden in response to a British knighthood for Salman Rushdie let arise three humble questions:
- Where will the inauguration take place? And when?
- Why did none of the purported 2.000 members of these undoubtedly extreme honourable Islamic scholars inform the Leading Source of Pakistan first, so that it readers had to content themselves with 18 lame lines refering to two foreign resources?

Right now my closest friend - a writer who wouldn't write for reasons I shall possibly never understand - murmured:
"When there is no god, there exists no blasphemy, would you agree?"

And now - with thanks to the Monty Pythons - for something completely different.

Karl Krauss would probably say:
"Where the sun of wisdom is sinking deepest,
even dwarfs are casting gigantic shades."

Nothing new under the sun :)

Actually, I should like to see Turkey with all their Armenians, Greeks, Jews, Kurds, Laz etc. - entering the EU within my lifetime.
For quite a few reasons.
For the beginning the first:

Such promising politicians are nothing new under the sun.

As the first lesson almost any politician seems to learn:
Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. *

XXIII

I love a girl more fickle than a straw: like other girls there's no relying on her faith more than the word of the mouse that fell from a beam into the beer.

The mouse leaped in the new-brewed beer, and what did the good gray cat do, but spring into the vat where the mouse drowned and lift up its head out of the beer? But the cat did not leap in lest the mouse should drown, but because of the oath he swore, when he was lifted out of the beer, to please the cat before returning up into the thatch. But when the mouse was out, he went up among the laths, and taking refuge in the roof, said noth­ing from up there.

"Mouse, keep your word : you've gone too far!"

"The oath I gave in the vat, does not bind me here: and a creature I trusted when I was drunk, I do not trust next day."
And so, my dear, there is no trust in mice, and so indeed Gwen, he who trusts them is deceived.