Black is Black

Black Day


Captains, queens, industry leaders, media tycoons, international embassy set, gather to stop the momentum, situation is untenable, secret truths being unravelled, where is it coming from. Supreme earthly leader panics, books spaceship and disappears. The ruling class gather, wait for their leader to come round, he’s had the answer for 1000 years, they wait in their plush accommodation, on a far off Caribbean island. He’ll sort it out, don’t worry, lets go and sunbathe smiles a nubile young girl, girl friend of ageing 80 year old tycoon, has a younger sister as well, but she’s guaranteed a job and a career in high finance, once her apprenticeship is served, she loves sunbathing as well, does it nude regularly, she’s only twelve. God Most High yawns, Peter wakes him from a sleep.

They are on that little island boss, still waiting for that other one to arrive, do you want to wait till they are all there requests Peter, an army of angels on standby.

That other thing won’t be arriving, quips God Most High, but I made other arrangements he smiles.

Power is lost on spaceship, devil enters escape capsule, thought you would get me he smiles, and jets off, lands alive on the beach, feet away from the nude nubile child. Daddy is home she smiles.

We thought you’d never get here shouts ageing media tycoon who sits beside her.

Relax child he smiles as he pats her ass, get the chief a vodka.

Peter sees what is going on, immediately informs his God, the one and only, whose watching re runs of an old movie he loves, high noon, it fills him with memories.

They are all there, what next quips Peter.

Outbreak of contagious disease that incapacitates permanently occurs, withers them instantly, leaves them wirey ugly and burning, mentally disturbed unable to sleep, in a living permanent hell, a disease that only affects those who have black souls.

I’ve turned them into a nation of lepers Peter, relax. Black Day for this evil lot  then smiles Peter.

If this doesn’t work, curtains I suppose declares the Lord, whose forever merciful, always hoping they’ll change their ways, the eleventh hour change that Jesus told to everyone, amen.


Legend of the Selfies



I’m just a social commentator, but when Jesus stated all those years ago, that divorce was an abhoration, he had children in mind, how simple is that to understand, instead we turned it into an industry, that has spread all round the world. If the men going onto Omaha beach demanded better health care and a pay rise, we’d have called them conceited and unpatriotic. Sometimes you have to go the extra yard, mothers do it all their lives, for love’s well being. So many great minds so few clear answers, have we become addicted to ourselves, or become selfies all over the world, seems so to me, amen.