The Entertainer Continues

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”


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If Donald Trump has done nothing else, apart from entertaining us, he has raised some uncomfortable truths for Americans to face.

For too many years people in America have had the luxury of sitting on the fence, avoiding taking stands on moral issues, or issues affecting minority groups in their country.

They’re frightened.

Frightened of looking like cranks.

Frightened of pseudo-intellectuals (who really know very little) mocking them.

Frightened of not being part of the herd.

Frightened of not appearing ‘nice’.

Lower that Confederate flag and raise a white one, quick!

Dear help us.

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Confederate flag comes down at South Carolina Capitol after half century

People, and not only in America, have been conditioned to act the same, buy the same gadgets, watch the same TV shows and even dress the same. If it continues they’ll all be dressed in similar suits like China in the days of Chairman Mao, only with little red smartphones instead of little red books.

More importantly than all these, the people are being conditioned to ‘think’ the same. ‘Sheeple’ are easier to control than ‘free thinking people’ and as we know it is all about control.

When I said they’re ‘frightened’, I meant Americans have been conditioned into being afraid to stick their own heads above the parapet.

But when occasionally someone does it for them then they secretly cheer – but not too loud mind you in case someone hears.

That’s why Trump enjoyed a surge in the polls after his remarks about illegal immigrants and how they are not all perfect human beings. Everybody knew it but were afraid to say it.

The political elites, most of them anyway, would never be caught saying what they really think – in public. Admittedly Trump said it in his own brash and loud style, but at least he said it.

You don’t have to agree with him – far from it – but you do have to acknowledge that he said what many thousands of ordinary Americans were thinking yet were afraid to say.

Many of these ordinary Americans are probably living in areas where there have been massive influxes of immigrants. They know how it has affected them. In these areas English has become a second language. Social problems have increased and crime has gone up. And everyone is afraid to say why.

More to the point, they know from first-hand experience that this new ethnic diversity has failed to provide the benefits that the liberal political elites promised it would.

Facts are facts are facts.


Many people have come to America to live the ‘dream’ and better themselves. But many others have come to take advantage of what they regard as a soft target for crime.

Many of Trump’s critics are just as guilty of trying to get publicity for themselves as perhaps Trump is making the remarks in the first place.

But the critics exhibit a sadly familiar and predictable pattern. They see an empty talking head on TV, think it’s smart, and then say the same things or a slight variation thereof. That makes them think they look smart too, except of course it doesn’t, because the talking head on TV was empty, not smart at all.

Many of these detractors have gone so far as to say that Trump’s remarks are not “presidential”.

The big question, that unfortunately is not being asked in blazing headlines in the media, is why in America today is it not ‘presidential’ to tell the truth, or to give a true expression of what you believe?

If that is now really the case then it is a sad reflection of American society and not something to be proud of.

You have another choice though.

If you want a liar in the White House there’s always Hillary.

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Those Of A Nervous Disposition Should Look Away Now

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”


Yes, those of a nervous disposition should indeed look away now, because today we have the penultimate list of irrational fears and phobias that seem to afflict certain members of the population. How and why they develop such curious mental afflictions I don’t. They are real to them, but foolish and amusing to the rest of us.

Today is ‘Q’, ‘R’ and ‘S’.



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Quadraphobia ……….fear of the number four.


Quadriplegiphobia ……….fear of quadriplegics or fear of becoming a quadriplegic.


Quintaphobia ……….fear of the number five.


Radiophobia ……….fear of radiation, x-rays.


Ranidaphobia ……….fear of frogs.


Rectophobia ……….fear of rectum or rectal diseases.


Rhabdophobia ……….fear of being severely punished or beaten by a rod, or of being severely criticized. Also fear of magic.(wand)


Rhypophobia ……….fear of defecation.


Rhytiphobia ……….fear of getting wrinkles.


Rupophobia ……….fear of dirt.


Russophobia ……….fear of Russians.


Samhainophobia ……….fear of Halloween.


Sarmassophobia ……….fear of love play. (Malaxophobia)


Satanophobia ……….fear of Satan.


Scabiophobia ……….fear of scabies.


Scatophobia ……….fear of fecal matter.


Scelerophibia ……….fear of bad men, burglars.


Sciaphobia or Sciophobia or Sciaphobia ……….fear of shadows.


Scoleciphobia ……….fear of worms.


Scolionophobia ……….fear of school.


Scopophobia or Scoptophobia ……….fear of being seen or stared at.


Scotomaphobia ……….fear of blindness in visual field.


Scotophobia ……….fear of darkness. (Achluophobia)


Scriptophobia ……….fear of writing in public.


Selachophobia ……….fear of sharks.


Selaphobia ……….fear of light flashes.


Selenophobia ……….fear of the moon.


Seplophobia ……….fear of decaying matter.


Sesquipedalophobia ……….fear of long words.


Sexophobia ……….fear of the opposite sex. (Heterophobia)


Siderodromophobia ……….fear of trains, railroads or train travel.


Siderophobia ……….fear of stars.


Sinistrophobia ……….fear of things to the left or left-handed.


Sinophobia ……….fear of Chinese, Chinese culture.


Sitophobia or Sitiophobia ……….fear of food or eating. (Cibophobia)


Snakephobia ……….fear of snakes. (Ophidiophobia)


Soceraphobia ……….fear of parents-in-law.


Social Phobia ……….fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations.


Sociophobia ……….fear of society or people in general.


Somniphobia ……….fear of sleep.


Sophophobia ……….fear of learning.


Soteriophobia ……….fear of dependence on others.


Spacephobia ……….fear of outer space.


Spectrophobia ……….fear of specters or ghosts.


Spermatophobia or Spermophobia ……….fear of germs.


Spheksophobia ……….fear of wasps.


Stasibasiphobia or Stasiphobia ……….fear of standing or walking. (Ambulophobia)


Staurophobia ……….fear of crosses or the crucifix.


Stenophobia ……….fear of narrow things or places.


Stygiophobia or Stigiophobia ……….fear of hell.


Suriphobia ……….fear of mice.


Symbolophobia ……….fear of symbolism.


Symmetrophobia ……….fear of symmetry.


Syngenesophobia ……….fear of relatives.


Syphilophobia ……….fear of syphilis.




The Supernatural Dog That Could Not Be Stopped!

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”


Cry “Havoc,” and let slip the dogs of war.

William Shakespeare, ‘Julius Caesar’, Act 3 scene 1


I started off today’s blog with a post in mind that was a bit of a follow on to yesterday’s tale about Oscar the cat, but as I gathered my thoughts together another story came to mind which I will share with you first. You’ll get the other tomorrow, all being well. I’m sure you can hardly wait :o)

I was reminded about a friend of mine called Donald. Every time I spoke to Donald he was making arrangements for me to go to his house or him to come to mine. The arrangements very seldom seemed to come off, and I knew why. You see Donald was terrified of dogs, I mean petrified, and consequently always made some sort of excuse for not turning up.

One day, however, he did, along with a mate of his called Harry, who had no such intense fears. They always phoned in advance to make sure I would be at home so I knew about the visit and was prepared.

In our house at that time the front door opened into a fairly large hall. Off the hall, directly facing the front door and slightly to the left, there was a corridor, and separating the two was a mahogany ‘Georgian’ type door, which instead of being solid wood is made in the form of a window to take small glass panes, in this case about about seven inches wide by about nine long.

Why is this important? Well, because normal people in a normal house would have the ‘Georgian’ door glazed, either with clear or ornamental glass, or sometimes a bit of both. However, in my house I hadn’t done any glazing, not because I hadn’t gotten around to it which would usually be the case, but because when it was glazed it made a solid barrier and I couldn’t hear anyone at the front door.

So, as I was saying, Donald and Harry duly arrived. I was prepared and the dog was in the study down the hall, not able to get to the front door, which I opened and let the two guys into the hall.

As I let them in I was all the while reassuring Donald that the dog was down in the study and the door connecting the corridor to the hall was firmly shut so there was no need to worry.

Not quite taking my word for it, Donald’s head peered slowly round the front door, survey the landscape and seeing that the adjoining door was indeed shut got a boost of confidence and courage and walked manly-like into the hall.

We only had to go three or four steps and we were in the sitting room, but then fate took a hand.

The dog heard the strange voices and came to investigate. First he stuck his head around the study door and took a good look at the strangers. The strangers in turn, particularly Donald took an even better look at him and for about a second, maybe two, that was all that happened.

Then the dog decided he needed a closer look and walked towards the door. To my surprise Donald did the same to get a better look at the dog. Strangely enough he liked dogs, and would even have liked one of his own, but he was just so very, very afraid of them.

And then one of those once in a million things happened.

The dog didn’t like the idea of Donald heading in his direction and started to move forwards towards the hall, not running but quite quickly. Until he got to the door, which was firmly closed.

Now you are probably expecting the door to burst open or for the dog to somehow open it. But it was much better than that.

The dog kept on walking towards the door, now starting to bear his teeth a little to emphasize his displeasure at these interlopers in his house. Donald, surprisingly, stood his ground content that he was safe, but only for a couple of seconds, because when the dog got to the door, mysteriously and very ominously for Donald, his head kept on coming into the hall — through the unglazed part of the door that was tightly shut and that poor Donald thought had glass in it.

One and on the dog came. First the nose, then the eyes, then the ears, then the neck, then more of the neck  –  it was all a bit like that scene in Terminator 2 where the liquid metal robot pushes through the locked gate in the mental hospital.

Of course the unglazed panel was far too small to allow the dog’s shoulders and body through, but in Donald’s head there was no time for rational thought, this dog had super powers and could walk through solid objects!

I could partially see the look on Donald’s face. It really was priceless. It had changed from complete confidence, through equally complete disbelief and momentarily he turned his head towards me and his friend Harry with a clear “How can this be? What’s happening? What kind of place is this? Explain it and quick, FFS!” look etched over his face.

But I hadn’t time to answer, not that I could have anyway, I was in stitches laughing at the whole show. Then Donald’s ‘fright & flight’ reaction kicked in and he bolted for the front door clawing furiously at locks and bolts and door handles to get out of this terrifying and inexplicable place.

He never did come back to see me after that!

But did he have some story to tell when he got home.


Have you had similar experiences? Send them along. Let the world know what is happening before it is too late.