The Ghost part 3

Discovering Michael Chapman, from Hunslet, Leeds, via Cornwall, John Martyn and Roy Harper. 

I have mistaken May for summer and now it's raining and I have no jacket to wear. I've written up yesterday's journal over a filter coffee and a refill and the free wifi that makes that Jewish hegemony worthy, just.

Mum's new guy is taking her to Otley. She's taken her Vivitar par excellence hd movie camera on this grey and wet day.

(We sell boxes
We box sellers
We boxers sell
Our unused gloves
Eventually.)

I think that the whole second world war was staged so the Yanks could take over the planet. Why did Hitler declare war on the USA when he was fighting the soviet Russians and British Empire already? What a stupid man or was it a vast plan for the slow tortoise to be there at the end when the blitzkrieg went nowhere and didn't succeed in the time necessary for the policy? Shear weight of numbers and resources won the war in Europe.

The evilness of the nazi regime could or should never have been allowed in 1923 and in it's foundation.

All reparations used at the conclusion of ww1 sparked a cultural meltdown in Germany, which need never have happen, leading to a cultural and social revolution. The 'losing' factions of ww1 were no clearer victors than the 'winners'. In a war of stalemate and attrition internal politics defeated the German military machine. With Russia out of the war shouldn't Germany have won? Why punish anyone for the bloodbath of ww1. So many wonderful progressive young men died for nothing. Maybe the war was fought to purge the Edwardian era of the radicals and the growth of radicalism. Put to death all radicals for naught. Were we so childlike and juvenile to build larger and larger dreadnoughts like boys playing conkers in the autumn school yard.

I have to tell you now that no such undertaking has been received and that consequently this country is at war with Germany. Solemn Neville Chamberlain you let it happen. All politicians since 1919 let it happen.

The gauntlet gloves were off in 1919.

Timothy Taylor's for a change. Very nice 

Looks like my sick, and therefore my DNA, all over Wetherby and perhaps the world? I hope it is worth the acrid?

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