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1503174/11052017 British Banter. May 11, 2017

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23:12 BST, Istijlal, 15th Jamal, 174 BE
Thursday, 11th May 2017 AD.
 
13:06, Sunday, 30th April 2017.
 
British Banter.
 
National Convention 2017 Stoke-on-Trent,
Lunch on Sunday at a Best Western Hotel
British Banter is in the ascendant
a strict cultural law adhered to by all
in the British Baha’i Community
socially appropriate:
nothing else will do.
So this mutton-headed mugwump
eats alone his tuna and cucumber sandwich with soup,
enjoying penning these lines
of social inappropriateness
and relishing being the maverick,
and doing it my way
with Baha’u’llah looking over my shoulder
making sure I don’t go too far.
 

1731609/20170107 From Micah and Isaiah to the Aqdas and His House January 7, 2017

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15:30 GMT, Jalal, 9th Sharaf, 173 BE
Saturday, 7th January 2017 AD.
 

“As to you, O ye other handmaids who are enamoured of the heavenly fragrances, arrange ye holy gatherings, and found ye Spiritual Assemblies, for these are the basis for spreading the sweet savours of God, exalting His Word, uplifting the lamp of His grace, promulgating His religion and promoting His Teachings, and what bounty is there greater than this? These Spiritual Assemblies are aided by the Spirit of God. Their defender is ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. Over them He spreadeth His wings. What bounty is there greater than this? These Spiritual Assemblies are shining lamps and heavenly gardens, from which the fragrances of holiness are diffused over all regions, and the lights of knowledge are shed abroad over all created things. From them the spirit of life streameth in every direction. They, indeed, are the potent sources of the progress of man, at all times and under all conditions. What bounty is there greater than this?”

(Abdu’l-Baha, Selections from the Writings of Abdu’l-Baha, p. 80).

When I was a new Baha’i, aged 19, in Shrewsbury, in 1975, I asked to host a 19 Day Feast in my mother and father’s house, and was summoned to consult with the Local Assembly, the Spiritual Assembly of the Baha’is of Shrewsbury. To me, newly enroled in the Faith, newly deepened by Dr Heshmat Ta’eed in the Covenant of Baha’u’llah, it felt like going to consult with His, Baha’u’llah’s, House of Justice itself. After two Pilgrimages to the Holy Land in 1977 and 1984, arguably as a tourist, when I felt deepened in mh heart as a Baha’i sufficiently, I went again, in 2007, but on a 3 Day Visit. This time my heart was full and I was there much more as a pilgrim rather than a tourist. In the first day, we were taken on a tour of the Arc, to visit, as I remember, the Seat of the International Teaching Centre and the Centre for the Study of the Holy Texts. In the ITC Building I felt moved, to tears, though I don’t remember my thoughts there. Next, in the Seat of the House, as I stood at the threshold between a waiting area, and an area to the left of the council chamber of the House, an area which included a desk for a receptionist, and at the far end a portrait of The Master, ‘Abdu’l-Baha, taken from a photograph circa 1912 taken during His tours of the west, I contempleted where I was. I remembered the prophesies of Micah and Isaiah,

2,1 The word that Isaiah the son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem. 2,2 And it shall come to pass in the end of days, that the mountain of the LORD’S house shall be established as the top of the mountains, and shall be exalted above the hills; and all nations shall flow unto it. 2,3 And many peoples shall go and say: ‘Come ye, and let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob; and He will teach us of His ways, and we will walk in His paths.’ For out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. 2,4 And He shall judge between the nations, and shall decide for many peoples; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

(Nev’im (Prophets), Yeshayahu (Isaiah)),

I felt that THIS is that House, that THIS is what those verses from the Bible were referring to, despite its being in Haifa and not Jerusalem. THAT might be just a test from God to test his followers, as when Muhammad changed the Qiblih from Jerusalem to Mecca, causing a few to fall away and lose their faith. That THIS is the House of God, which has been anticipated with great heart-felt longing for THOUSANDS of years, that global, universal salvation, anticipated and longed for since the beginning of the Adamic Prophetic Cycle. This is the Day of God, the advent of His Divine Justice, and here I am, standing at the Threshold of the House’s Council Chamber, whilst most of mankind has no idea. I wept for maybe 5 minutes, for having been given such a priceless privilege, to have this knowledge, when although this majestic, beautiful building is hiding in plain sight, most of mankind is totally unaware of this divine blessing having been bestowed on this small planet. That same feeling of awe at being able to witness such blessings, at being aware of this incredibly epic religious historical Revelation, filled my heart at Summer School a few years back, when due to incredible technology, Tom Price’s beautiful music accompanying the chanting of Baha’u’llah and the prisoners in the Siyah Chal, the Black Pit, dungeon of Tihran in 1852, when Baha’u’llah’s Revelation started. He had coached an impromptu choir to sing the words, as his technology made it feel that a huge orchestra was playing in front of us, and almost like being in Tihran in 1852 and hearing the chanting of the Babis from the Shah’s Palace, that epic, technicolour, 1950s religious event filled me with a feeling of awe at witnessing such a momentous, overpowering, overwhelmingly powerful, world-changing religious happening, and again I wept buckets.

Such are the Spiritual Assemblies and future Houses of Justice, and THE House of Justice, dawning places to me of His Divine Authority, and Grace. Reminds me of Adib (Taherzadeh) explaining how those institutions are virtually invisible to the bulk of the people these days, and they have no idea of the spiritual reality of these institutions, which to them are defined, not by the Word of God, but by the earthly qualifications of those blessed with the honour of serving on them, their academic attainments, their nationality, their insignificant and irrelevant earthly rank. All that is of no account, when compared with the authority vested in these institutions by Almighty God, through His Pen, Baha’u’llah. Ya Baha’u’l-Abha!

1731608/20170106 Hit the Hyperdrive, Chewy! January 6, 2017

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15:30 GMT, Istiqlal, 8th Sharaf, 173 BE
Friday, 6th January 2017 AD.
 

Good Afternoon, Peeps! Years gone by, I used to relish a visit to WHSmiths at the top of Pride Hill in Shrewsbury, where I lived from 1960 to 1967, when I was dispatched to boarding school. I remember seeing a display of a small number of Matchbox Toys there and marvelling at the beauty and magic of a mint, boxed No 69 maroon, Nestles van with a sliding door, if memory serves. That was many years ago. Over the years, the excited anticipation of going into WHSmiths to see what wonders lurked within, stayed in my mind as a constant promise of dazzling, glittering treasures of new knowledge and wonder. Over the years too, this promise was honoured less and less as time went by until now, the ancipipation is one of sad and disillusioned disappointment as all the gold gradually paled into lifeless irrelevance. The magic of Matchbox Toys was crushed around 1969 as regular wheels were replaced by Superfast wheels and in a desperate attempt to out-do Mattels Hot Wheels, Matchbox Toys degenerated into what I call “munch bunch” monstrosities. The magic of Gerry Anderson began to pale with the second season of “Thunderbirds” and Virgil’s voice artist switched from David Halliday to Jeremy Wilkin. NASA began to pale with Apollo 17 being the last manned visit to the Moon. Politics became toxic with the murder of Bobby in 1968, though “false hopes” would appear periodically and soon disasppoint. Progessive rock decayed, lost its magic and then got obliterated in the onslaught of Punk circa 1976. But in the realm of religion, despite all the naysayers crowing, “brainwashing”, “propaganda”, and worse, after the intense excitement abnd europhoria of 1975, finding the Kingdom of God on Earth, though occasionally tainted by doubt in the form of toxic innuendoes from a pletrhora of sources, the promise of renewed hope, spirit and a feeling deep down of a well-being that never paled, never disappeared completely, never became completely just a vain nostalgia for past magic now dead as all the gold and silver above became. The deep feeling of a “peace that passes all understanding”, with the unmistakable source being the Greatest Name of God, Baha’i, has never totally vanished, and often, through immersing myself in His Creative Word, has completely returned, inspiring me with that spirit of steadfastness, constancy and certitude, which is the object of such contempt and hatred in the dark hearts of the naysayers. Ya Baha’u’l-Abha!

After 95 Allah’u’Abhas this afternoon, I felt like the Millenium Falcon, under the leadership of Han Solo, saying, “Hit the hyperdrive button, Chewy!” to escape the imminent oppression of Imperial Forces, taking a minimum of cargo, and as the vision sees the visible effect of the stars elongating as the hyperdrive kicks in, the Word of God, is the real deal, the real food, the real fuel, and Matchbox, Anderson, NASA, Kennedys, Pink Floyd, and all the other baubles and tinsel of commercial titilation, all pale into nothingness and fall back as wasted, used up, first and second stages of a Saturn 5 rocket, discarded as of no further use. Feels VERY good!

1731604/20170102 Hello! January 2, 2017

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13:27 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time),
Kamal, 4th Sharaf, 173 BE
4th = Azamat, Grandeur
Perfection, Grandeur of Honour
Year number 1, Alif, (the letter “A”),
Vahid number 10, Hubb, (Love),
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Al Ithnayn, 4th Rabi ul Thani, 1438 AH
Second Day of the week, of The Fourth of the Last of Spring
Monday, 2nd January 2017 AD.
 

Hello, Peeps! Long time no blog! Well, I got a nudge this morning concerning this blog, so here we are! Watch this space! Best, Pete.

1721102/14361214/20150928 Facebook Crashed by Pop Videos. September 28, 2015

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20:13 BST (British Summer Time),
Kamal, 2nd Mashiyyat, 172 BE
2nd = Jamal, Beauty
Perfection, Beauty of Will
Year number 1, Alif, (the letter “A”),
Vahid number 10, Hubb, (Love),
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Al Ithnayn, 12th Dhu Al-Qi’dah, 1436 AH
Second Day of the week, of The Eleventh of Pilgrimage
Monday, 28th September 2015 AD.

 

Dear Peeps,

Well, WATT a turn-up for the books. I was just trying to post on FB a few pop videos, and a comment on the speech by John McDonnell, that this was only 30% of McDonnell, a window of Steppenwolf “Born to be Wild”, a Cream song I believe, and the best version of the song, used I believe in the classic film “Easy Rider” in which the veteran actor, Jack Nicholson had his debut, followed by Sinead live, singing “John I Love You”, on a friend’s page, but unable to post it on my FB page. It seems I’d given the western elite heartburn and it vomited up claiming a need for scheduled maintenance, and shutting down for business completely, hence me posting here instead. I was also about to post Dido’s “Don’t Leave Home”, when the Net started to collapse. The comment I was going to make on McDonnell only being a third of himself in his Labour Party Conference speech, was that McDonald’s farm, composed of 3 “animals”, that is McDonald the farmer, his goat and his cat, only the goat was in agreement with McDonnell’s speech, so it seems that the cat, and the farm owner are not yet on side and in agreement. Hmm!

Here’s the pop videos:-

Steppenwolf “Born to be wild” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UWRypqz5-o

Sinead O’Connor “John, I love you” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Z7srLwOjEw

Dido “Don’t Leave Home” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLpsDamWdIM

Hmm! Yummy!

 

 

HELLO, PEEPS! MISS ME YET? September 5, 2015

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20:51 BST (British Summer Time),
Jalal, 5th Asma’, 172 BE
5th = Nur
Glory, Light of Names
Year number 1, Alif, (the letter “A”),
Vahid number 10, Hubb, (Love),
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
As Sabt, 21st Dhu Al-Qi’dah, 1436 AH
Seventh Day of the week, of The Eleventh or Month of Truce
Saturday, 5th September 2015 AD.
 
Hello there, pop-pickers! I’ve been on FB since March, and still am, but this is a bit more intimate, a bit more cosy, and slightly less public, perhaps. Mind you, I haven’t much to say, just “hello”. Nothing else comes to mind. Just how I FEEL, which is fairly cheerful, relaxed, calm, content, even maybe slightly happy which is’good!
Recent issues include the date. Is it 2015 or 3015 AD, and if it IS 3015, after 2852, has Morgan Tyler appeared yet, and if so, can anyone tell me how to enrol in her religion, please? Who is Morgan Tyler? Well,  the following might explain it:-
 
479) Draft: Short Story: The Red Planet and the Twin Moons.

Typed and posted, 11:45, Idal (Justice), 9th (Asma’ (Names)), Rahmat (Mercy) 165 BE
11:45, Wednesday 2nd July 2008 CE
Written, 11:00 Tuesday 1st July 2008 CE

It was 2922 AD, 1078 BE, and on the slopes of Planitia Mons, an extinct volcano, the small village of Burrswell, nestled under the heights of the volcano to the north east. Burrswell was named after the classic Terrahawks producer, Christopher Burr, who collaborated with the SuperMarionation master, Gerry Anderson on that series, in the 20th century CE, 2nd century BE. Burrswell was a dormitory village for a nearby mining plant, extracting Turbinium, and in this village, lived a 13 year old boy, James WordPress, who lived with his widowed mother, Rachel. One day, James was not on Planitia Mons, but visiting his maternal grandfather, a very elderly Joe Hudson, famous author. Joe told him a secret, that the famed and long-awaited Manifestation of God from Baha’u’llah, had appeared on Mars and was the first independent Manifestation since Baha’u’llah Himself, (1817-1892) (-27-48 BE) the Supreme Manifestation of God for the next approximately 498,930 years for the civilization based on Earth. Baha’u’llah’s earthly life had been spent in the Middle East and had been at the beginning of the Baha’i Era of mankind’s Cycle of Fulfillment. James learned from Grandpa Joe, that he had met a stunning black lady in her 20s, during one of his infrequent visits to his agent on Phobos, six months previously. She was based on Deimos, and been dressed in a thin, long orange dress, her long jet black hair straightened, her dark brown skin a shade paler than her hair. She had not yet gone public about her claim, but had found that Joe, having studied the Writings, had suspected that from allusory and cryptic language in the Writings, the qualities and characteristics of the new Manifestation. After he had told her of his findings, she had confided in him, that she is fact fulfilled all the conditions that he had perceived in the Writings, and that she was indeed the One his heart, soul and mind sought. Her given name was Tyler Morgan, descended from a Baha’i family in the time of Shoghi Effendi, himself, the relatives of Enoch Olinga in Uganda, Africa, who’d been appointed a Hand of the Cause of God, by Shoghi Effendi in 1955 CE, 111BE. Her family had emigrated, and in fact pioneered, to Mars hundreds of years before. With such a noble lineage, Joe had found her well schooled in The Faith, as well as being descended from those heroic Baha’is who’d been at the start of the epic enterprise of building The Kingdom of God not only on Earth, but the Solar System and on, to the Stars. Joe had searched the Writings for clues about the coming Manifestation had found many such allusory and cryptic references, couched in language, that could be discounted with plausible deniability. When Tyler told Joe she fitted all his criteria, he had been at once, shocked, excited, skeptical, and also instantly devoted to his new friend. She satisfied all his conditions for being the next Manifestation of God, inspired by Baha’u’llah, for the Solar System. She was a woman, she was black and she was on Mars, the Crimson Ark of Mars, not a reference to the Arc with a C on Mount Carmel, the centre of His Kingdom, but Ark with a K, an Ark of salvation as was the Arc, a lifeboat, a stepping stone for mankind from Earth to the Stars. Mars was, is and always will be the gateway from Earth outwards across the final frontier. Mars was also excellently placed as a haven from the past limitations and problems of Earth. Joe had perceived these veiled allusions in the Writings and had so far as he could discern, been joined in his musings only by Tyler herself, Who seemed endowed with innate knowledge far beyond the overt AND veiled meaning of The Writings. She seemed in touch with Baha’u’llah Himself, and au fait with His knowledge, not deposited in His Writings on Earth before His Ascension in 1892. Now James as well knew the Truth of the next Manifestation and as Joe shared his secret with Joe, both their hearts felt full with that awesome humility at discovering for the first time, news of a new Revelation from the Creator of the Universe. On Deimos the next Manifestation lived, preparing for the Day when she would unveil her beauteous Countenance in the midmost heart of creation. Joe and James were the first. Soon millions would know of Tyler Morgan, and the next chapter in God’s Revelation to mankind.

going back to bed, tired, until 09:45

alarm set 08:49

word count 771.”

and also, from FB:-

“Assuming for the moment that I’m some sort of Frank Poole, and have been found, thawed out, resusitated in the year 3015 AD as in “3001; The Final Odyssey” and am still being “prepared and conditioned” to be psychologically ready to be told the date, as Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery” (PETE, BEHAVE! and DBS!) except that a deep freeze of 1000 years beats Austin’s mere 30 years. AND, if it is 3015 AD, well past 2852 AD, has the following happened yet, please? And if it has, how do I enrol in the new religion, please?”

Any feedback, preferably constructive is always welcome.

Over and out for now, Pete.

1416) Creative Visualisation: The Abyss October 27, 2012

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09:29, Saturday, 27th October 2012 AD

1416) Creative Visualisation: The Abyss

I’m on the surface of a white sphere, with bright white light everywhere, a situation that I hate, and there is a crack in the earth, a chasm, an abyss, and I’m at the edge looking down into the blackness, and just one step and I will fall, and there would be no coming back. But I’d rather gaze down into the blackness than look at anything out here on the surface. I’m caught between light and dark, intent at looking at the dark, hating the light, refusing to look at the light, but hesitating to abandon the light in favour of the dark, with no hope of return. But nevertheless, looking into the darkness is comforting, familiar, soothing, brings contentment. So this is where I will stay, at the edge of darkness, looking into the blackness, and feeling content to do nothing else.

1413) Two nights in June September 10, 2012

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Monday, 10th September 2012 AD

It was 2010, dubbed by Arthur C Clarke’s film of the same name, The Year We Make Contact. I was in the depths of an “episode” and not yet hospitalized. Through a now long forgotten chain of logic, I was hiding in the bathroom, all night. I jammed the sliding door shut with a piece of wood, made myself as comfortable as possible sitting on an upright wooden chair, turned off the light, and tried to be as silent and as still as possible, keeping the sound of my breathing as low as possible. At around half past two, or maybe three in the morning, I heard a noise. There had been no other noises for hours, my part of the housing estate having been utterly silent. This new sound was mechanical and reminded me of the Martian tripods in “War of the Worlds” starring Tom Cruise. Another, closer sound occurred, as if the bins were being examined and processed, but by machine, not dustbin men. In case some probe was scanning my room, and looking for access to other rooms, I kept deathly silent, hardly daring to breathe. After maybe 5 minutes, both noises diminished and all was silent again as if the machine concluded there were no more humans in this block to process, and it was time to move on to another area, to get more “work” in before dawn. I had evaded whatever the “aliens” had in store for me, until the whole thing happened again the following night, and I evaded them again. When I discussed this with a friend on FB, he suggested the sound was from “combine harvesters”. Until now, I’d never thought of the possibility of “alien” combine harvesters, reaping human souls.

 

1412) Altered State September 4, 2012

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Tuesday 4th September 2012

I quick synopsis of recent years:-
 
April 2009 came of NHS drugs
experienced some RLS, tried to treat it with a small amount of Abilify (failed), and Iron Nitrate (succeeded somewhat)
experienced excellent health for about 18 months
 
June 2012 suddenly became quite ill
my response to episode 5:11 of Dr Who was quite hypo-manic
my appetite for healthy food suddenly disappeared and I craved something sweet
I felt that suddenly my environment had become toxic, requiring a ridiculous amount of protection
I noticed a green star in the North East just before dawn
resulted in 6th hospitalization
 
Christmas 2011
tried to help a friend using megavitamin therapy
she wouldn’t commit to it
after a fortnight of looking after her I went home for Christmas
I noticed that I’d become hypo-manic whilst looking after her
went home (to Hereford) without any Abilify
I felt a physically toxic environment upstairs so left a day early
over the next 3 days I was hypo-manic or manic
hospitalized for the 7th time
 
I kept my doctor informed, but reduced my meds (Quetiapine) to 75 mgs daily
increased it to 300 or 400 whilst visiting Mum during her last days at Brockhampton nursing home in September and October 2011
and while keeping my sister company while she organized the funeral
stayed with my sister in Germany over Christmas and the New Year, great to be out of the UK
In March, started to experience a toxic environment again
spending a lot of time on the phone to the crisis team to discuss protection from the environment
sectioned in early April, since my living in my flat was fast becoming impossible
my 8th hospitalization taking up April and May 2012
 
19:55, 4/9/12
I remember in late March or early April 2012, seeing Daniel Craig being interviewed in London after the completion of filming for “Skyfall”, his latest Bond movie. During his interview, he said, “after I died”, and said it with complete nonchalance. So I thought, what had happened to London in March that he should have died, and how many others “died”, and if they did, why are they alive now? Was London destroyed by a WMD and retrometabolized by the Mysterons afterwards?
 
20:06
The features of the physically toxic environment, very similar to that of June 2010, were as follows, as far as I can recollect at present. There was an intermittent feeling that some external factor was making me feel as if my brain was being fried, making rational thought impossible. Through trial and error, I tried various different ways to shield myself. I found that being in the bathroom, where there is no window, helped. There was also the ceramic tiles of the shower on my south side in there. I also found that keeping bright sunlight, sodium street-lighting out, and keeping electrical lighting to short bursts helped. I also found that layers of plastic helped, i.e. a roll of linolium and plastic macs. Another toxic effect was to feel that the floor was contaminated, and that to avoid my feet feeling unbearable, I had to get them up off ground level by at least 2 feet (no pun intended). I surmised that my carpet was infested by insects, from a hole in the wall, where spiders could get in. When I found a huge amount of spiders’ webs behind a diagonally placed bookcase, I did my best to sweep them away, and have since been sweeping away any webs outside near the hole. After pouring some bleach and hot water into the flower-bed under the hole in the wall, there was a sudden reduction in the feeling that my carpet was infested, and that problem has not yet re-materialized. To protect my brain, I also found “a la Arnie in Total Recall” that a wet towel wrapped around my skull also helped greatly.
 
I recently discovered “directed energy weapons” or DEW. It seemed clear to me that the NHS is using something like this after the following event happened. In the recent 8th hospitalization, I went to bed one night, and the feeling of being “irradiated” started soon afterwards. It reached a crescendo at 01:00 in the morning and suddenly stopped, and in the meantime, I had tried to shield myself, utilizing my acrylic duvet, plastic mac, and feet up off the floor. Almost immediately I heard the ward door open after its distinctive Big Ben chime, someone enter, and ask the night staff, “Has he responded to the treatment yet?” When I later got a nurse to check my story on another occasion, she admitted that she could hear the sound which went with this radiation, a low hum, and that it was heard in my room, NOT the adjoining corridor. She also agreed that it was coming from outside my room. She suggested a “boiler room”, with electronic equipment attached, and a cyan light seen through the boiler room window.
 
On another occasion, during a fire drill, I went outside into the grounds near the ward, and sat on a bench. I heard the sound of raindrops so put on my plastic mac. I continued to “hear raindrops falling” though there was sometimes metallic about the sound, and there were no clouds which seemed likely to be the culprit. I tried to localize where the sound of raindrops was coming from. Behind me, a room which was part of the ward, but on the end of a side corridor, seemed to be where the raindrops falling sound was coming from. The sounds were definitely coming from various parts of the roof, and there was NO RAIN. At that moment, I turned around, and saw Dr Quested looking at me, with a clipboard, on which he was scribbling notes.
 
Do I trust the NHS to be telling me the whole truth? Do I hell!
 
 
 
 

1411) Facebook gives way to WordPress? September 2, 2012

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Sunday, 2nd September, 2012 AD

Recently it became obvious that Facebook was not allowing me to share Wikileaks posts, so I copied and pasted. Today, there were just a handful of new posts since last night, instead of a stream of posts taking 45 minutes to plough through. So, since Facebook is for the time being at least no longer offering me freedom of speech, I’ll abandon it for today, and see if it has been restored tomorrow.