TONY ON CRASH, MOON & MORE

Including One Single Impression and Manic Monday.
Have you had a go yet?

So, the G7 finance ministers have met. Notice, that’s G7 – no Russia. And what have they done? Well, they issued a statement. Wow!! We can now rest easy as the world enters global recession, and possible Depression. You see, it’s too late to avoid a Crash. It has already happened.

We have entered a new world.

Yes, most savings will be saved, but pension funds, mortgages, jobs, etc, are on the change. And those savings have been saved by nationalization by another name. Left to their devices, the banks would now have gone. The system has had its day.
There have been some strange happenings. Britain’s rescue plan of last week will end up costing £500 billion, and it all went straight down the black hole as the FTSE lost another 10%. Hence, there is nothing left in the pot for the coming hardships.

And did you know Iceland is a terrorist haven?

No, seriously. The Icelandic economy has virtually collapsed, resulting in £8 billion worth of Brit investments being frozen. Britain has therefore used recent legislation to seize Icelandic money in this country – legislation devised purely to snatch terrorist’s assets.
We were promised this legislation would never – ever – be used for anything else but terrorism. LIARS!!!
I’ve spoken often of this rotten system of Super-Capitalism, and Iceland’s problems exemplify its heinous heart. A country has been bankrupted by less than 30 people out to make a quick buck. This is the kind of power this corrupt system places in unelected, undisciplined and unseen megalomaniacs.
And it gets worse. The trillions being lost in the markets doesn’t actually exist. It is value placed on confidence. This has gone, and what is happening is the result of tantrum and fear. In any other field, this would be viewed as a self-harming psychosis.
Such is the madness at the centre of globalization. I hope that out of the present troubles, proper capitalism grows once more. But I’m not holding my breath.
Next post, Tuesday. Hope to see you then.

© Anthony North, October 2008

JUST LIKE GOLD

I’m like gold, so perfect and all,
wherever I go, I enthrall;
I’m so famous I’m known round the world,
they see me and say: ‘There’s that girl;’
In every way my beauty shines,
to perfection, I’m a walking shrine,
achieved by cosmetics, knife and pill,
and only quarter million, the bill

She’s like gold, so perfect and all,
wherever she goes, she enthralls;
I try my best to live up to her,
no matter what cost I may incur,
‘cos perfect is the way to be,
to emulate such celebrity,
but if only once my mind had gleaned,
perfection is an impossible dream

(c) Anthony North, October 2008

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THE FULL MOON – Horror Fiction

When the full moon comes I know he’s going to change. I know with more certainty than I’ve known anything before. A gentle man, kind, almost without fault, he is popular in his community. Although often keeping himself to himself, he always has a smile and a word for anyone he happens to meet on his rare excursions out of his house.
I met him on one such excursion. A bit of a loner myself, our eyes seemed to meet naturally as we passed on the street. And although we exchanged pleasantries, I had a deep sense of despair should this liaison continue.
The next day, I waited at the same spot, but he never came. However, the day after that he did, and we got talking, all the while a depression seeming to hang around us.
I could sense the danger with great acuity, yet despite this, I was drawn to the man, and it wasn’t long before a kind of friendship developed. And when it was pointed out that I was homeless, his natural kindness offered me shelter.
I know I should have refused. I have an instinct for such things, you see, and I knew without a doubt that this man would eventually change. Indeed, it was so absolute a conviction that a fear began to replace the depression. I even tried to get out of the liaison, go off to some park bench or other rather than be there when the full moon came and he changed.
But he was insistent, and it seemed that there was little I could do, for now I had begun to feel the empathy, the mesmeric bonding that surely had to be a precursor to the inevitable change.
Well the day of the full moon came with an air of trepidation in every thought I had, and as twilight turned to the dead of night, irrationality seemed the only mind state I could grasp.
I looked upon him, sat before me, waiting for the inevitable change to come, as I knew it would. My breathing became heavy, at first with worry, but then a kind of primeval instinct emerged, and bit by bit, he began to change, no longer my friend, but now the source of my growing frenzy. And even as I could feel the madness rising I felt an urge to warn him before it was too late. But …
… it already was.

© Anthony North, October 2008

THE ROMAN EMPIRE

This is a website as well as a blog. The pages (top) link
to lots of essays in my research archive, written and
re-written over 25 years (many are excerpts from as yet
unpublished books). You’ll find a sample below. Why not
come back when it’s quiet? Or even check out the pages.

Rome is a city first built on 7 low hills by the Tiber in Italy. Legend says the first settlement was built on the Palatine Hill by the wolf-raised twins, Romulus and Remus about 753BC.
The region was inhabited by Latini tribes, thought to have migrated from Asia Minor. By the 7th century BC an Etruscan culture had become dominant, headed by the tyrant- kings, the Tarquins …
… read more …