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| Po Rubel's Letter from America |
| Dear Mike Merry Christmas (late). We are trying to establish a more secular state in America and I think you should get rid of the C of E. One last religious cry: "Those whom the gods would destroy they first make mad." The book you sent "This is WAR" by Georg Bush is bound to be a best seller. Our election campaigns go on for ever. We develop Attention Defecit Disorder in self-defense. The hit list in the book is deficient; what about Canada and Mexico? But the tide is turning against Bush and the therefore the well-being of the world is assured as long as you are able to get rid of Tony the poodle. The poodle's spy-network is what is not doing badly, though, I hear, compared with ours which is so clean that it is truly sterile. I am against everything French except the Riviera and the most expensive champagne if you pay the bill. Time has passed, it is now 5 Jan 04. Hillary [Clinton] has been saying George Bush is notlooking after Homeland Security: for instance 30,000 containers arrived and there are only spot-checking. Frightening to live here. May I go to the Hebrides (or Devon) and feel safe? At least until the election is over in November. We are facing bravely: - Mad Cow Disease. - Michael Jackson brouhaha - Peterson murder case - Mud slides in California which are due to forest fires which are due to not clearing out the forests which is due to environmentalists who say nature must be allowed to take its course. That's why I go for the gods who make us mad. LONG LIVE ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM Editor's note "This is War by Georg Bush as told to Dr Parsons" is reviewed, and may be purchased by clicking on the book image |
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| Some news items you may have missed: (click to view) Donald Rumsfeld announces Osama bin Laden has been found United States invaded by Liechtenstein Iran's election results in full: the conservatives mullah it over |
| This month sees the first anniversary of the monthly message, and indeed this website. I think it's come along a bit, even if I say so myself. One of my correspondents and occasional surfers has even been moved to comment "The website is looking top banana again. A few months ago I said Nick Park need not lose any sleep. Now I'm not so sure. I bet he'd papper his trollies if he saw what you've been up to." High praise indeed, and from a doctor to boot. I only worry that he is going to e-mail this month's animation to a psychiatric department. I have to confess that I am getting ever more lost in things virtual these days. It's just as well that I live alone (Clanger excepted). Just imagine the thermonuclear response to a comment along the lines of "I can't go to the garden centre/ B &Q/your mother's with you just at the moment dear, I've got to finish animating my snowmen..." I am not at all sure if this is a recommendation for the single life or not. The truth is though, that this computer is becoming a little bit like a very large raspberry meringue in a fridge that I can't quite keep avoid returning to, just to feast on yet another slice. It's an imperfect analogy as the raspberry meringe keeps getting bigger and bigger no matter how much of it I eat. Do keep up- this is making sense to me anyway. What's more, I do wish that more people would make the effort to run their own website. In fact, just imagine what the world would be like if we all had to put up with the rigours of doing this. There is an element of self-censoring discipline, and even though I might louse up and upset someone from time to time, I really don't intend to. I am delighted to be joined this month by Mike's Very Sad Little World's commentator on American affairs. The BBC may have Alaister Cooke, but I am proud that my grandfather, Charles Rubel, a potential Gore Vidal of the Right now has another mouthpiece available for his view on the world. This month, in what I fear may become a regular feature when all inspiration deserts me, I have raided what passes for my archives to bring you a diary entry from nine years ago, when I was coming to the end of my six-month stint in Moldova, and judging by the slightly exasperated tone of most of it, I don't think I would have lasted much longer there. I also don't think much of the standard of writing in it, which I haven't bothered to edit. To think that those 475 pages once had a perfectly happy aboreal life somewhere before they were pressganged into recording my drivel... |
| Anyway, click on the map of Moldova to access it, and don't say I didn't warn you. |
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