Haters

I am well known among my few friends for being sympathetic to refugees.

To my ‘friends’, they are illegals. I get comments such as “Where do they get the money for their fares?”, “Why don’t they join the queue?”, “Why can’t they go through the proper channels like other [implying white European] immigrants?” Don’t I, Normie and Garry and Pete?

Those who defend them are “blood sucking lawyers” who are paid from the taxpayer.  Aren’t they, Norm?

Northam is to become a luxury hotel for refugees while our army troops have to put up with sub-standard accommodation. Isn’t it, Pete?

“Will we be allowed to shoot ’em if they come over the fence?” was one Northam resident’s question.

I am sickened by the xenophobia, the racism, the hatred, the “boongs and abos and coons”, aren’t I Garry?

Just now, I’ve been re-reading the story of Kim Phuc, the 9yo girl who was napalmed during the Vietnam war and was caught in abject fear and pain and terror in that famous photo by Nick Ut.

Thanks to some good people (non-haters) she got medical treatment and married a Vietnamese guy. For complicated reasons they went to Moscow and:

On the return trip to Havana the plane made a fuel stop in Gander, Newfoundland. On the spur of the moment they found a Customs officer and decided to defect. They managed to resettle in Canada, near Toronto. 

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And she recovered her life and is still around and beautiful.

The point is, she defected on the spur of the moment to a sympathetic country. There is no difference between Afghan and Iraqi refugees needing to defect and this woman’s case.

Stop your racism!

Apologies for all the italics below the line – Blogger will not let me go back to normal case after I pasted the quote.

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Getting on

Jimbaran   © PJ Croft 2012
The other day I came across a web item which listed the things you might be noticing that mark you as ‘grown up’. Going by my memory, they were things like:
  • having a mortgage
  • owning your car
  • having a kid or kids
  • washing the dishes straight after dinner
  • mowing the lawn when it needs it
  • having a good credit rating
  • being in your job more than three years
  • cleaning your own gutters
  • planning your next overseas trip
and so on and on, more than 50 items. From this distance, yawn, bit juvenile, forgotten most of those.
Today I was thinking about what it means to be our age – um, greying, shall we say?
  • seeing a scene like the pic above and remembering it before it got ‘developed’
  • having a reverse mortgage – getting some of your investment back
  • SKI-ing (Spending the Kids’ Inheritance)
  • having a station wagon and a sports car
  • restoring a Harley Davidson or MGB
  • going to Paris for the girlfriends’ birthday party
  • knowing, without saying, ‘been there, done that’
  • having a store of stories and experiences for every occasion
  • paying a younger guy to mow your lawn
  • living in an apartment which doesn’t have gutters
  • feeling the satisfaction of knowing you screwed your company when they retired you
  • playing with your grandkids but not having to look after them
  • getting up in the morning when you feel like it
  • getting your taxes back from the government in welfare
  • flashing your Seniors’ card and getting free transport
  • seeing a Google reference to somewhere like Kitsap and thinking, Yeah, I’ve been there
  • being referred to as Sir or Ma’m
  • not caring if your clothes are out of date
  • flashing your Gold card for road service or discounts
  • having a young woman offer to carry your bag up the steps of the aircraft
  • having your suitcase carried down the big stairs by a young guy (both these have happened for me)
  • knowing you don’t need to save for a rainy day, you’ve already done it, this is the rainy day
  • building, or even completing, your collection of whatever it is
  • getting around to reading the great books or seeing the great films
  • understanding what classical music or jazz is really about
  • making that trip to a historic site
  • being able to afford to stay in a decent hotel
  • being out of the office politics
  • lashing out on a nice souvenir or just something nice for yourself
  • seeing a picture of some exotic place and knowing, yeah, I know that street or view
  • having a feeling of self confidence when ordering in a restaurant, having dined in Paris or London
  • not having to be somewhere, at some meeting, having worried all night about it.
This list can go on and on too. I’m just getting started.
In other words, getting older has its compensations, quite a lot.