london, north end, jubilee line, icy cool edge to the evening, i'm wrapped up in my dads track pants and black jacket, looking like a dealer of nightmares, or a guy hiding out from a gang of russian thugs, over tired nerves oscillating between states, i fight weariness and fatigue on the inside, searing pain, intense throb of some weird back issue ripples down my stern all movement is torturous, while on the outside im looking like a man waiting for my man, here he comes all dressed in black, old captain mission backs away, darts behind a fence, then leaps out as the man emerges from the steps onto the street, i meet myself in this moment, i face my own self, the past comes down the line as jakob recognizing me and we share a huge hug. there's something wonderful to be said about the relationship between us, it could have gone either way but it went a different way and we understand one another and that love that a father has for a his son does come back in the love a son has for his father, it's all justice and the sun in my tarot pack.
it's an elegant moment, jake inhabits the world from my own past, he knows more about me, my history, he's neither tethered to his mother or influenced by propaganda, he's getting a big picture and the picture is getting him, this is divinity, he takes responsibility, it's a wonderful thing to behold. divorced men with children have a hard time, i could write some bitter tales of friends and my own, but i have always had that faith that eventually the child grows up and asks his own questions, makes their own judgement's and see's the wider perspective about what's what and who's who.
london has cleaned itself up, the city is vibrant, cafes and interesting shops everywhere, the people swarm, i've forgotten all the people, people from every place you can imagine, speaking different languages, the mix and match ethnicity is exciting, it shows how colloquial australia really is. if only the climate matched i would consider a move, especially if our current prime minister returns next election. 
the political landscape here is divided, the population are now able to discuss and talk about immigration and multiculturalism without being arrested or thrown in jail by the thought police of the socialist regime that was labour. questions are being asked, for the dark side of multiculturalism exists in the crime statistics, the ghetto communities and the no go zones, the dual legal systems, the meme wars and the discord. england on the cusp of accepting under an europian parliament, one million romanians and one million bulgarians, who require free housing, health and benefits. the country is a trillion in debt, the financial sustainability unreliable and the uk risks suffering the same fate as cyprus and greece, banks will cream the tax payer, those who managed to follow the rules will be punished for it and those that didn't rewarded, not that i care, i've always suggested that all is illusionary and the political process that was democracy no longer exists when you have big government. it's strange to watch people freeze to death as pensioners after they spent their lives contributing while the state provides everything for those that are newly arrived. it's not as though romania were at war, they just don't have the national health system or the welfare, i don't blame them coming here but i do see the pattern in socialist governments, destroy the fabric of borders and national identity, flood with sympathetic immigrant populations who will vote for the status quo rather than change it.
while the other arm of the state, the skools and universities systematically brainwash rather than educate thus dumbing people down to the level of drones.
agenda 21, the codex, the socialist engineering of europe with it's architects, the club of rome still pulling the strings will result in the one world government that most people still think is a crackpot conspiracy theory. it will result in the governments having more controls over the masses, in fact the masses will ask for it as crime increases and social discord sweeps through. the meme wars will come to a head, fundamental islamic socialism, verses extreme western capitalism, and throw in the big unknown economic china and what you have is globalism reaching it's omega point. the outcome won't make a difference, because it's the same result, a small group of wealthy people hold power over people's lives, the club of rome may have started off with good intentions but the final result is hell on earth.
the human being is the ultimate cash crop, nothing more than a product. ask your falun gong, ask your little girl who just wants an education instead she is shot in the face by the taliban, ask your regular joe who is struggling just to pay their mortgage off while paying their tax on time watches their government spend it on stupid schemes and outdated ideas. globalization is not a human state, even ant colonies war, we are not hive minds, we cannot exist unless we are allowed individual freedom. the freedom not to impose our will upon others for starters. 
i watched the troops in afghanistan training a local police force and it was indeed a farce. these people are not ready for western values, they inhabit for better of worse a different time, they are prehistoric in some sense  no value attached to that judgement, it's just clear as day, i've said it before and i'll say it again, the war that exists in the middle east is a war over times, a small minority who embrace, individuality, sex, female energy, technology, rock and roll and the spirit of evolution vs the collective tribal meme that don't.
i've traveled through the middle east and it functions under a different law than the rest of the world, inflicting our standards upon it will fail.
well london is calling, i have to drag myself to the hospital get my back pain checked out.
thoughts today go out to iain m banks one of my fave writers who has only months to live, iain, thanks for the culture man, i spend a lot of time in that world, some of the best science fiction ever, a true socialist ideal and one day maybe human beings will be ready for it. if you have not read anything by mr. banks start with complicity, dead air and then begin the culture series with consider phlebas. you're spirit will live on iain.