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Aye well, there I was, in Nagyatad, early 1990s, trying to do something for the Bosnian refugees. Nagytad, a town in southern Hungary, bordering Croatia and near Bosnia, and where busloads of Bosnian refugees were sent. Anti-tourists, staring from bus windows, not in shock, not in boredom, not in anything actually. War survivors are just like you and me, and are not a special breed of kittens needing petting, or incapables needing shouted at to stand in line. But one of the penchants of our western world is organisation and efficiency, so they do get shouted at, and organised. But what is almost worse is the sentimentality that afflicts many. And refugees make ideal people to coo at.
In Nagyatad new arrivals were locked in a cage for a week or two. The UN supplied finances to pay doctors to check for illnesses and disease, but the greedy Hungarians pocketed the cash and put new refugees in cages to see if any disease developed. If not they were chucked into the dorms or sent to the dark corridors of the psychiatric wing, in this ex-Soviet military camp with radioactive grounds and tiled paintings of tanks firing emblazoned on walls.
I befriended a young blond woman who lived in one of the cages, a few days before I left. It was a strange friendship, her, bubbly, glad to be alive, in fetching red polkadotted dress, about to suffer her breakdown, and me, absurdly and stoically upset, knowing more details about her family in Bosnia than her.
when I think of her
I hope she is free now
in all ways
What percentage of bloggers, on say, WordPress (or Tumblr or Blogger) are serial killers?
Have you unknowingly ‘liked’ a serial killer’s post, or even told him you ‘loved’ what he wrote?
The USA has 7% of the world’s population, and 76% of its known serial killers. American bloggers on WordPress represent 70% of bloggers (Figures for Tumblr and Blogger are probably comparable.).
There are 6.2 million regular bloggers across the board.
Women make up the majority of bloggers.
At any one day in the United States the FBI estimate that between 35 and 50 serial killers are active and on the loose.
I would say that it is quite likely that you have been having a giggle with a serial killer or two, wouldn’t you?
He may have already killed a few bloggers, and we would never know.
Unpleasant thought, isn’t it.
I worked as a safety officer for many years. Let me define the serial killer as we profiled them, when our remit included suburban housing estates and schools, and adapt it to the blogosphere.
The serial killer on WordPress, or Tumblr, or Blogger, will be:
As we say in safety, it only takes one mistake. Striking up a friendship with a blogger represents an ideal opportunity for a serial killer, and murder travels.
Some known serial killers – and unknown. Source Wikipedia.
This is a list of unidentified serial killers. It includes circumstances where a suspect has been charged, but not convicted.
‘Revolutionary’, in the image of the brutal if sincere Che, has a positive, romantic flair much in the same way as to ‘nurse’ something along is positive, and to ‘doctor’ it isn’t, inexplicably.
But nursing things along is not what revolutionising is all about, according to Che, and I dare say he knew. It is about short, sharp shocks. However, the problem with revolution’s revolutionaries is the penchant for reinstalling a ”past”, instead of wanting to take society a step forward. Granted, the laws of physics apply fully to politics: every action demands an equal reaction. How else could we explain Hitler, Pol Pot, Ayatollah Khomeini and Pinochet? How else could we explain the swing the Republicans took in USA, that sees them now seeking to ‘moralise’ while calling for ‘less government’?
Revolutions can work long-term. 1776 is the classic, as was the French revolution, kind of, and the Haitian revolution against slavery in 1791 (though massive repayments to previous slave owners after the successful revolution permanently damaged the nascent Haiti’s prospects).
Maybe Che Guevera was an exception, but his masters, or minders in Moscow – whether he liked them around or not – were among the most conservative of all, and the Soviet revolution had long lost its way. But Che’s early writings show a doctor horrified by poverty in latin America and its blatant causes, for which the North American and European continent heartedly contributed to.
Tonight 409 years ago, a revolutionary at the other end of the evolutionary scale called Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the houses of parliament, in order to restore a Catholic monarch to the throne. The 5th November has now accordingly become Guy Fawkes night in much of England, when British boys and girls blow their fingers off with fireworks instead. Hopefully not too many this year.
An effigy of Guy Fawkes, wheelbarrowed around streets by children mysteriously asking for ”a penny for the Guy” is followed by the tossing of the straw-filled figue onto a large bonfire in towns and villages nationwide.
The real Guy Fawkes fared little better, and was duly hung, drawn and quartered in the best tradition.
Guy Fawkes night needs to be expanded, to symbolically include all the fanatics and fundamentalists who have found their way through the woodwork, as worms do when the foundations are rattled. The trouble is that the foundations do need rattling. Strongly. Catch-22.