A strange cloud over England

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“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

If you have an enemy, pretend to be friends with them instead of openly fighting with them. That way you can watch them carefully and figure out what they’re plan

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Till May be out

 

Ne’er cast a clout till May be out!

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Muslims in Tudor England

BBC magazine

The first Muslims in England

  • 20 March 2016
  • From the sectionMagazine
True Faith and Mahomet (silk), English School, (16th century) / Hardwick Hall, Derbyshire, UKImage copyrightBRIDGEMAN IMAGES
Image caption“True Faith and Mahomet” a needlework hanging at Hardwick Hall in Derbyshire

Sixteenth-century Elizabethan England has always had a special place in the nation’s understanding of itself. But few realise that it was also the first time that Muslims began openly living, working and practising their faith in England, writes Jerry Brotton.

From as far away as North Africa, the Middle East and Central Asia, Muslims from various walks of life found themselves in London in the 16th Century working as diplomats, merchants, translators, musicians, servants and even prostitutes.

The reason for the Muslim presence in England stemmed from Queen Elizabeth’s isolation from Catholic Europe. Her official excommunication by Pope Pius V in 1570 allowed her to act outside the papal edicts forbidding Christian trade with Muslims and create commercial and political alliances with various Islamic states, including the Moroccan Sa’adian dynasty, the Ottoman Empire and the Shi’a Persian Empire.

She sent her diplomats and merchants into the Muslim world to exploit this theological loophole, and in return Muslims began arriving in London, variously described as “Moors”, “Indians”, “Negroes” and “Turks”.

Before Elizabeth’s reign, England – like the rest of Christendom – understood a garbled version of Islam mainly through the bloody and polarised experiences of the Crusades.

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The hot sun seems like the fire of hell on earth

The hot sun seems like the fire of hell on earth
And London  is a sinful place we know~
What monster will this horror bring to birth?

Well, the government  will pay for what it’s worth
We’ll send them on a ramble down Soho
The hot sun seems like the fire of hell on earth

England is now visited by death
A baby thrown from Towers of Camelot
What rough beast will this horror bring to birth?

The good will die, the evil have them cursed
What will follow on from this horror?
The hot sun seems like the fire of hell on earth

Is life a  generous gift we are not worth?
We  have no ethics, love, we have no courage
What rough beast will this horror bring to birth?

We used to feel that through our life we grow
We’d leave seeds for someone else to sow
The hot sun seems like the fire of hell on earth
What monster will this evil bring to birth?

 

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Freud– the shadowy side of life

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https://www.theguardian.com/science/2016/jan/07/therapy-wars-revenge-of-freud-cognitive-behavioural-therapy

 

Psychoanalysts contend that things are much more complicated. For one thing, psychological pain needs first not to be eliminated but understood. From this perspective, depression is less like a tumour and more like a stabbing pain in your abdomen: it’s telling you something, and you need to find out what. (No responsible GP would just pump you with painkillers and send you home.) And happiness – if such a thing is even achievable – is a much murkier matter. We don’t really know our own minds, and we often have powerful motives for keeping things that way. We see life through the lens of our earliest relationships, though we usually don’t realise it; we want contradictory things; and change is slow and hard. Our conscious minds are tiny iceberg-tips on the dark ocean of the unconscious – and you can’t truly explore that ocean by means of CBT’s simple, standardised, science-tested steps.

This viewpoint has much romantic appeal. But the analysts’ arguments fell on deaf ears so long as experiment after experiment seemed to confirm the superiority of CBT – which helps explain the shocked response to a study, published last May, that seemed to show CBT getting less and less effective, as a treatment for depression, over time.

Examining scores of earlier experimental trials, two researchers from Norway concluded that its effect size – a technical measure of its usefulness – had fallen by half since 1977. (In the unlikely event that this trend were to persist, it could be entirely useless in a few decades.) Had CBT somehow benefited from a kind of placebo effect all along, effective only so long as people believed it was a miracle cure?

 

 

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To tax the wealthy  is extremely cruel

The British state is cracking, I perceive
The government is full of idle fools
The people here are lied to and deceived

You can’t keep hurting the poor and those in need
There is a point where chaos over-rules
The British state is cracking, I perceive

We know that some  economists   believe
To tax the wealthy  is extremely cruel
The people here are lied to and deceived
Thatcher said the wealth would trickle through

The cult of economics is derived
From axioms sent by  sharks who never grieve
The British state is cracking, I perceive

The bias goes against those who can’t plead
But Grenfell Tower broke all the frigging rules~
The people there have died because deceived

The crack will escalate and thunder roll
Theresa May has made her first & last own goal
The British state is cracking, I perceive
The people here once passive , roar displeased

 

 

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