48 Hours Silent Protest

Why The Silent Protest

Antisemitism BLM And Twitter

Antisemitism is on the rise. This 48 Hour Protest is a silent one in solidarity with our Jewish brothers and sisters.

BLM, helped by many apparently well-known black slebs, has made it louder and seemingly more acceptable. Yet some well-known  – to someone – can’t say I’ve ever heard of any of them including the vile one given an MBE – blacks can say whatever garbage pops out of their heads.

They can be violent and steal, but like Muslims, have been left alone or let off. (Why?) But back to the Twitter protest.

Twitter is a strangely addictive beast. Unfortunately, it is also, predominantly, a leftist, virtue-signalling and antisemitic beast. Jack Dorsey is happy to instantly punish or permanently ban those with right-wing views but lets blacks of a grimy kind rant for days, with barely a slap on the wrist.

And bear in mind I got a 12-day suspension for quoting from a Cher film, mentioning the word ‘whore’!

Utter madness.

Anyway, this ‘48 Hours’ is a silent protest from those of us with a strong moral code and a sense of fairness. Their platform, their rules – but play fair.

First 24 Hours

Restless Start

Decided to watch Who Killed Little Gregory? late into Sunday evening and ended up watching all five episodes till past midnight. Happily, I was bathed, had meditated and was ready for sleep before 01:30…which then didn’t happen till around 5am.

Much tossing and turning, looking at socmed, trying to get eyes to focus on possibly reading, more meditating, then finally paying attention to some of the jumble of thoughts crowding my mind. when other usual methods didn’t work.


During those sleepless hours, I had very vivid memories of DW from the 70s when I was still virginal as well as a virgin.

Yes, DW is also a Virgo, but, unlike those future Virgos, he was a posh guy, lawyer – with a strange way of walking. Actually, N also walked the same way.

First penis I ever saw – and even virginal me back then could tell he was extremely well-endowed. I think it was the only time in my life I fainted!

D went to get Mari A – a schoolfriend (year older) – to come and revive me. She thought it was hilarious.

He loved my long nails and ability to glam up easily.  As was my wont, back then though, just to show I could not be controlled, I cut off my nails and refused to glam up to go to a nightclub – so we parted ways.

He did send me a Christmas card that year – with the Holy Virgin on and a cryptic message about being intacto. Hahaha! I laughed back then too but we lost contact and unlike many of my boyfriends we have not ‘found’ each other again via Facebook or LinkedIn (the usual ways they have found me).

I should add for truthfulness that I have, over the years, checked out past friends and loves. Never contact the males first though except another D – for work reasons – and we’re still in touch.

Posh v RT

Apparently, RT no longer means what it used to – or at least what I thought it meant – so have deleted a whole paragraph.  

The DW recall reminded me that I have tended to have intense affairs with men I have almost nothing in common with intellectually or spiritually. They seem to be drawn to me and I have enjoyed strong sexual adventures with them. None lasted.

Interestingly, they all talked about wanting to know more spiritually and intellectually, had massive sexual appetites but hated being thought of as sex machines. Meaning they always initiated things and liked it that way.

Of course I have dated some wonderful men who would complement me better in mind and education. Just, for some reason, there has never been a sexual spark. I seem to recall aristo women also have a similar issue & end up breeding with the proverbial gamekeeper.

The question is why so many nice, educated men do seem to have repressed sex drives.

There again, perhaps as one gets older, it would be less of an issue?

Lockdown Food And Drink

Have spent a lot of money on food and drink because of (a)home deliveries and (b)minimum basket costs and (c)ordering stuff whenever I can actually grab a spare slot. Annoying and expensive.

Also on food: I don’t normally buy much if any flour but usually have some if needed. Typically, lockdown has meant the gannets had grabbed everything so when – eventually – I spotted some brown Teff, I bought it. And horrible it is too.

Struggled to find yeast and finally got some months later so hoping using up the rest of the Teff will make it less like eating cardboard.

Also, today, for the first time since lockdown, and despite being designated a priority, I got a Tesco slot. That’s Asda today, Tesco on the 10th, Waitrose on the 18th and Sainsbury’s was last week. But all were booked weeks in advance!

More BC Changes

G & P are moving today. She cannot cope with the stairs, so they are moving to a flat. While I have forgiven P for his appalling behaviour with the Polish woman (contributing to 2 years’ super-stress for me), it is a muted forgiveness as he has never apologised. They will now not be missed by me despite us still exchanging Christmas cards (20 years’ worth).

Oddly, V did not even know they were moving – and they had her spare key as well. Ditto B seems not to have known. Sad really, as for the first decade, at least, we were in each others’ homes and regularly chatted. They, like B, used to invite people in for drinks. No longer any of that, even pre-lockdown.

Food Again

One mug of coffee and no food eaten till way past 3pm – and despite being up way too early and only with less than 4 hours’ sleep.

Teff loaf made … and binned. Had one small taste. Yuk. Earthy, crumbly. And have been sneezing too so something in it (probably the yeast) is setting off histamine levels.

Would have left it for the birds, but it’s pouring with rain and they are incredibly fussy.

Peeking In To SocMed

And blood pressure rising re masks and migrants. One in five Muslims deigns to work, preferring to sponge off taxpayers – yet still Islamic immigration is on the rise, along with birth rates. I will not readily accept living in an Islamic culture not now or ever. But we are definitely in trouble – 1750 mosques in Britain and more appearing.

Meanwhile there are clauses in Govt documents about ‘how face coverings could be encouraged as a social norm’. For that, I am loathe to wear one at all, ever.


Watched an animated race through the Mahabharata on Amazon Prime – and there’s no way I’d ever remember the massive cast of characters. Perhaps the ones I thought were treated unjustly of which there were a few.

Struggled to see any real spiritual references though and the aliens’ bit may have been lightly touched on in series 5. May have to read it. Or not.

Did find commentary referring to Tamils (as my Ma was) and the Quran to the Kauravas. Not sure I’d fully agree though all spiritual texts are linked in some way.

And early-ish to bed.

Day Two

Slept very well, Deo Gratias! It was pouring with rain when G and P left but the new neighbours in the close have a sunny start to welcome them in.

More Wise El Catching Up

Doing reference sketching or Wise El drawings downstairs, as opposed to my upstairs workroom for the proper drawings and paintings, makes me feel  at least as if there is a difference to work flow. Plus I usually have TV catchup on for background noise rather than my normal MO of silence. Nothing too interesting or I’d never get anything done.

Today’s background noise is Endeavour – and I’d forgotten how many adverts there are from the main channels, having been spoiled by ad-free Netflix and Prime.

Buying Chinese

I did, I do and probably still will. The rash creams work and some of the clothing is interesting and cheap even if you do have to buy several sizes larger thanks to them being so teeny tiny. That said, I think they may be getting the hang of Western women’s bodies as the last item I bought is massive. Like wearing a blanket with sleeves and a zip. Point of this being, I have just ordered a burgundy fleece cardi for more comfy home wear – which, given masks, social distancing, the new Stasi ‘norm’, I will be spending even MORE time in.

Health And Signs Of Ageing

Standing on one leg has always been a challenge for me, so the age reference is relatively meaningless. However, I have been testing my balance (which tends to go as we age) with how I pull on knickers and skinny jeans (which are bad enough to get off let alone put on thanks to the tiny ankle openings).

S told me she won’t buy them as she couldn’t get them off her feet in a changing room and almost burst into tears with the struggle. It’s true. You cannot take them off the normal way of removing trousers or jeans, I have found. It’s easier to roll them off inside out, using your feet for leverage.

When I broke my wrist, the nurse wanted to help me get them off and I said I could manage – and showed her, to much praise. Apparently, she too couldn’t wear them because the removal was such a PITA. Or to be more precise, feet.

Anyway, I’m not at The Crane level but haven’t fallen over yet. I just try to do it mindfully to avoid wobbling.

Meanwhile the neck moles and marks are (I hope) going. I used to have a beautiful neck, so this bothers me a lot. I gather, these too, are all Signs Of Ageing. <gloom>

Age of Aquarius

As an Aquarian, I used to be interested in the ‘Age’ happening. Then got bored with it all. FM, an FBF, posted yesterday that it had now started, so I had a detour from Wise El cartoon drawings. Some links I would normally tweet.

And this one which indicates no-one really knows but still some intriguing stuff.

Loyalty Quandary

Normally, my first reaction would be loyalty to a relative or friend first, but I have recently had letters/emails from ex partners either wanting help or just needing to offload. For each, it is a question of being there for them without cutting off friends or relatives. Sadly, both relatives and long-term friends have often behaved shoddily to me.

End Notes

Feeling somewhat deflated at long-term friendship not being what it seemed. Going to finish watching more Endeavour and shorten sleeves of that blankety zip Chinese cardi mentioned above.

PS: I started my protest at past midnight so plan to upload this post at past midnight.

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Photo is of the faces I am painting. Imaginary ones with some reference photos for expressions or shapes.

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