The Sweetest Kiss

It would be very difficult to write a blog this week without mentioning the atrocities that have taken place in Paris.

I find it very difficult to discover any logical reason behind the motives of the killers. If it was, as they say, religiously motivated, then it just doesn't stand up to scrutiny. Is their god so drunk on power that he demands unthinking total worship? Why would he do this? Is he so weak that he has to have young men and children to do his bidding? Why couldn't he wipe out the infidels for not worshipping him? Is he so weak and impotent that he feels that if his word is questioned, you the believer, and not he, should take action? Of course this is all just a nonsense. Ibby Knill, a wonderful lady, who suffered through the last round of mindless hate back in the 'forties, when the same ideology was used by the Nazis, once said to me, when asked if she would have killed another if it was her or them:

“To kill is your choice , I would not take part in someone else's ideology of murder.”

These young men are just doing the bidding of a mindless ideology that has no purpose other than hate.

They could, I suppose, use the socio-economic argument about how the third world has been held back so we in the west can benefit from this. This argument is of course partly true, when you look at some of the economies in the third world and see how fast they are growing, Ethiopia for example. This is happening because of Chinese investment in the country to help build and infrastructure. The Chinese, of course, are not doing this out of the goodness of their hearts, but because they have lots of raw materials in Ethiopia that China is lacking in.

But, having said this, lots of the middle-eastern countries that are spawning these murders are quite oil-rich. It's their political instability that is the cause of the problems. This goes back millennia and is because of the tribal nature of these countries, where sectarianism is rife. The problems again stem from juvenile religious beliefs.

Whatever they think the reason is, to be able to walk through crowded streets where people sit happily chatting and enjoying time with loved ones, and cold bloodedly shoot them takes someone that is devoid of all compassion and thought. They claim that they are soldiers, but they are not. True warriors defend the weak and the rights of freedom. True soldiers lay down their life so others may live free of tyranny and oppression. These people want tyranny and oppression! What could have turned what must have been once loving young people into such cold calculating robots that kill without thought or compassion?

We also have seen the rise in greed, when people can watch families clinging to the sides of doomed boats in an attempt to flee the ideology of these retards in the middle east, and then make comments like, 'we should let them all drown!' What is happening to human empathy? Why are we becoming so devoid of emotion and compassion? Here in Britain, we are so tied up with a government that is slowly dismantling a welfare state that was once the envy of the world. They use the greed card, 'Someone's getting something you're not!' The great unwashed scream as one 'Stop them!' and the government smiles and chisels away another chunk of the welfare safety net. They say the whole world is suffering this economic crisis, how? Who is all the money owed to if all the world is all nearly bankrupt? Can leaders of countries not get together and say, 'Er, lets call it quits and start again?'

Now I know this is a puerile and simplistic statement but the reality is that there are individuals that are manipulating the world's economy with the help of governments, this is a fact. There are currency dealers that can bring down whole countries' economies by making the currency worthless. While there are other institutions that determine the credit score of countries, again stopping them from getting much needed cash. Who is the cash coming from? Who lets individuals have so much power? The very people who we vote into power that's who!

So with all this hate and greed, it does effect they way we feel. I, for one, feel more and more alienated from people and their ideologies that they seem to have developed from reading right wing newspapers, and the thoughts of media moguls. But within all this hate and bile, I experienced a little light of love a light that was so bright so powerful that it gave me hope.

We all need to be loved, I don't care what you say, you are in denial if you claim you do not need love, or you have mental health issue. A teaspoon of love can have a more powerful effect on the human psyche than an ocean of hate. Just look at the image of the policeman carrying the body of the three year old refugee off the beach. The look of compassion and sorrow on his face along with the hopelessness of the situation changed the whole world to the plight of the refugees. Just as now the rational human parts of the world, which were repulsed by the images of Friday night in Paris, stand together with an outpouring tide of sorrow and love for the victims and their families. This outpouring of love is bringing not just people, but whole countries together in solidarity. Isis want the world to attack them so they can be seen as the defenders of Islam, but their hate is being dwarfed by the tide of love given to their victims.

The other evening, little Harleigh stayed over at our house she loves playing various games with Nonna Carol. These games involve lots of running and singing and role play so Nonna Carol is ready for a large glass of Pinot Grigio and legs up in front of the TV, come evening time. Harleigh then usually switches her allegiance to Babbo at this time. When they are running around like hamsters on acid I usually go upstairs and write and answer all the emails I should have answered a month ago. Harleigh at this time will climb up the stairs and declare that “We read books now Babbo?” So that is usually the end of my night's work, as we get her favourite books out. Nonna makes us our green tea and honey and our rounds of toast, and both Harleigh and I cuddle up in bed and read and laugh about the characters in the books. The other evening, Harleigh fell asleep as we read the books so I turned off the light and laid her back and laid with her for a while to make sure she had drifted off to wherever three year olds go when they sleep? I had my back to her as I was still trying to answer the last of my emails using my phone when I felt a little tug on the back of my shorts.

“Turn round Babbo” asked a very tired and sleepy little Harleigh. I turned and gave her a cuddle she pressed her face into mine then opened one eye and in a beautiful little sleepy voice she declared, “I do love you Babbo” I smiled hugged her tightly and whispered back, “I do love you Harleigh.”

I then shut my eyes for a moment when I felt a pair of little lips gently kiss me on the end of the nose I opened one eye and all I could see was a small contented little girl drifting off to sleep with the biggest smile you would ever see imprinted on her face. That was true love, That was the love of pure innocence, that was the sweetest kiss.

I wish all the world and its hate and greed could experience the sweetest kiss, the innocence of love at this moment in time.