1/15/2009

Grim Death of British Civility and Courtesy. By Uncle Monty.

Grim-Death of British
Civility and Courtesy.
By Uncle Monty.
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Once upon a time, the British were rightly considered
perhaps the most civil and polite people in the world.
At generation after generation, they were taught to
be such to one another and to those visiting us from
outside of Blighty. But, not so anymore. We have
now become crude and rude and ill-mannered
and ill-tempered to one other and to all manner
of other folks over the past two decades or so.
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The result has been the ongoing grim -death of
British civility and courtesy that now makes our
once considered ill-bred "American Cousins" look
almost like ladies and gentlemen compared to
many of our modern, cold, rude, and
uncivil British folks of today.
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And, it’s getting worse by each day and among
all social strata-of Britain’s now fragmented and
sick society. The more fragmented we've become,
the more grim and the more sick we seem to
have become, too. Along with becoming cruder
and ruder to each other more than ever before.
Ill-manners and blatant disrepect have now be-
come the growing norm from shop assistants to
street cops to co-workers and among the travel-
ling public, and not the exception anymore, in
today's ever rude and "Broken Little -Britain."
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Why has all of this happened to the once
civil and polite British? One of the major
reasons, I believe, among others, is simply
we are no longer a relatively homogeneous
society of English people that we once was.
We are now an hetrogeneous one that has
seemingly thrown away many British values
and ideals out of the window to accomodate
the massive influx of millions of past and
present African and Asian immigrants and
European foreigners that have settled in
the UK. They have helped to uproot and
destroy what was once considered good
British manners and politeness. At one time
we positively shaped such people, but their
sheer and overwhelming numbers of recent
times has now started to negatively shape
us to the detriment of all-things British.
That includes, of course, what was once
our belief in good manners and polite
behaviour that is now pretty much
in the pigsty of modern settlers.
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There are 12 other reasons, factors, and/or
problems, in my thinking, that has contributed
to more and more rude and crude behaviour
that overwhelms whatever civility and
courtesy is now left in the awful UK:
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1: Binge Drinking and Anti-Social Behaviour.
Such excessive beer boozing and drug use by
youthz and young adultz in all regions of the country
engenders no civility and courtesy whatsoever. In
fact, such widespread misconduct has contributed
to greater rudeness and ill-manners by such
out-of-control people. Anti-social behaviour –
that includes vicious vandalism, petty crime, foul
language, and street violence - by kidz as young
as age 7 year is now becoming commonplace
in the British Isles.
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2: Abusive Traffic Wardens and Tyrannical
Parking Enforcement.
Most people at first wouldn't associate such with
the rise of bad manners and lack of courtesy in
Britain. But such does on a daily basis in which
the motorist is compelled to be rude and angry
at the predatory nature of parking enforcement.
Now called “Civil Enforcement Officers,” traffic wardens
have brought about more rudeness and discourtesy by
their mindless ticketing than anything else. It makes
people scream and shout at them and the punitive
councils with justification by their enforcement of ty-
rannical parking rules that only reinforces the decline
of good manners and civil behaviour in Britain.
So wide spread is parking enforcement that we
cannot avoid it with local councils there to extract
more and more unjust fines out of the motoring
public. Greedy councils have been allowed to
commandeer all the public streets for their own
profit of millions of pounds at the gross expense
of the driving public. Some 700.000 parking
tickets alone were issued last year to visitors to
Britain by such council jackasses. It’s amazing
anybody would want to visit Britain in a car
with the state of wicked traffic enforcement and
all the rudeness that goes with it and all the out-
rageous ticketing, clamping, towing and impound-
ing, and parking fines to boot. That contributes
to greater incivility in the country today. The
UK is now the world's No. 1 country for writing
traffic tickets in its quest and war against the
motorist. More than 10 million traffic tickets of
one kind or another have been savagely imposed
by the country's traffic wardens in the past half
decade or so on the British motoring public. And,
there's no end in sight to the rude response.
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3: Mindless Mass Immigration.
Without a doubt, Third World immigrants are
some of the rudest and most ignorant people
you’ll ever want to meet. They always push,
shove and shout their way onto crowded buses
and run shipshod over whoever gets in their
black way. Most have no manners because they
never have had any. Foreigners of every ilk also
show few manners. Ill-manners is a vicious cicle
in which once manners aren’t used, then the next
person oftentimes does the same. If your face
gets slammed in the door because the door wasn’t
held open politely for you, then next time you are
also likely to do the same to the next person.
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4: The Criminalization of the People.
The present decade-old government or more of
Britain’s New Labour has passed more than 3,000
new criminal laws against the people. People are
being criminalized for everything and people are
angry over all that the government is or is not
doing other than making them criminals at every
turn. So bad is the country it is now in a perpetual
state of mindless phobia about racism to the degree
that pages after pages are written almost daily
about the nature of racism that amounts to catch-all
legislation and arrests used against those who are
native white sons and daughters of England. They
feel hounded every day and when folkz feel hound-
ed they aren’t civil or polite. How can we expect
them to be? Millions of Britons are fleeing the
country to live anywhere else but inside their own
country. Tragically, they are then replaced by
more immigrants and foreigners to our shores.
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5: The Rise of the Mass Culture.
Most British grandparents have now lived to see
the rise of the mass culture than entails catering to
the masses that never existed until now. Everywhere
you go the food stores are packed, the banks are full
of folkz wanting money, buses and trains are jammed,
sidewalks are crowded with the faceless public, and
shopping malls and over-retailing suck in the
shopping masses like sociopaths on the run. How
can we be polite and civil when we’re treated
like dead sardines every day?
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6: The Loss of Community and Belonging.
Mass immigration and the flood of EU foreigners
to the UK now sees the loss of community and
belonging for many of those who have lived in their
own communities long before all the useless immigrants
and lousy foreigners took over the place against the
will of the local people. Such has created friction and
will eventually spill over into violent confrontation,
if steps are not taken immediately to reign in New
Labour’s mindless mass immigration to the UK.
When one feels one no longer belongs, then the
spirit is destroyed and the levels of rudeness
and incivility increases as folkz lash out in their
anger at such outsiders taking over. Many
working folkz feel under siege from all the
immigrants and foreigners now overwhelm-
ing the country beyond all belief or all reason.
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7: The End of Traditional Values of Child Rearing.
Do you ever hear today such common courtesy
as "Yes, sir" or "No, sir" or "Please, sir" or
"Thank you, sir" coming out of the mouths of
today's ill-reared and empty-mannered British
school kidz to their teachers or elders or to
those in authority? Well, of course, not. We
have instead, in the past couple of generations,
reared educational and social child morons that
are seen at our failed school system and poor
standards of education. Children are no longer
taught manners it seems now that we have
liberated them from almost all forms of
discipline and control in the home and school.
The callous disrespect for the elderly is also
seen in such children who also treat their own
parent as shoddy as their own parents are.
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8: The Mass Mobility of Society.
Mass mobility has brought about the lack of
rootedness of many people that go everywhere
thesedays, but know nowhere other than on the
constant move to somewhere else from whence
they first came. When folkz suffer from "un-
rootedness" - like many of the homeless do -
we oftentimes see they also lose whatever
sense of manners they may have once had. As
our national and world populations explode, too,
the mass mobility of society become even more
pronounced and hence the lack of rootedness
grows greater along with the lack of kind
respect or courtesy to or for others.
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9: The Impersonalization of the Individual.
The rise of the ID Card is a classic example of
Britain’s impersonalization of the individual with
an attached number and photo around their
neck as they enter their workplace to prove he
or she is indeed "a someone” who works there.
Distrust and suspicion of the individual is now
always tied to those without an ID Card to
show. Such can bring unpleasent confront-
ations from in-house security guards for
those "IDless," even though they are
perfectly harmless individual after all
is said and done. And, who then
guards the bloody guards?
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10: The Cult of Celebrity.
Pick up any freesheet on any morning, at
say London's Waterloo or Covent Garden or
Canary Wharf, and you'll be visually-waylaid
by at least 3 or 4 or 5 pages of celebrity news
and gossip and their scandals and their dis-
gusting lifestyles or their arrests for this or
that, along with full TV listings of their talk
show appearances with say Oprah or
whoever. Many of those celebrities are
simply shallow and hollow. Yet, the public
thrives on them like empty idols that they
are. Worse still, their ill-manners and
filthy mouths infect the public mores
that are copied or mimicked by millions,
especially by the young who oftentimes
act out - consciously or subliminally - by
what they see of what such celebrities do.
Many celebrities have helped to bring about
the present contempt for what was once
good and solid British civility and courtesy.
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11: The All-Embracing and Non-Stop
Use of Digital Gadgetry: Cellphones, etc.
Of all the modern digital monsters invading
our personal space thesedays are those
addictive and irrational users of the mind-
less cellphone or mobile at every spot of
the public realm. Public rudeness is rife
with many cellphone users who scream
and shout with their "must have" i.phone
or swanky model or their Blackberry to
constantly bring out of their pocket or purse
so that we can all see what they own and
have. Public laptop users, like cellphone
users, have no regard for anybody but
themselves in many cases. Good manners
go down the drain, too, as such users re-
fuse to interact outside of their gadgets
or machines. Ironically, today we have
more ditigal tools than ever before to
widely communicate, yet such tools have
in fact brought about less communication
with each other on a personal and social
level. Everybody is talking into "something"
like the cellphone, but less and less are
we talking directly to each other more
often than not. When people fail to talk with
each other, then there's less need to excerise
civility and courtesy to each other much like
we continue to see every day in places like
England that has now lost its past beauty of
mutual respect and concern for one another.
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12: The Rejection of Church Teachings.
For ages, The Church has taught us how
we should as Christians treat each other.
That means using kind words of greeting
when we meet or bumped into one other.
With the grim death of British cilvility
and courtesy, we also see how folkz now
fail to greet each other with kind words
like "Good morning," How are you?,"
"Nice to see you," "What are you
doing today," "Hope you're alright?,"
and/or "Have a nice day ..." In almost 4
years, just as an example, as a Big Issue
vendor, not once have I been greeted by
distribution staff using kind words of morn-
ing greetings. Such reflects the dead state of
British manners and politeness today at the
street level at least. The Church teaches that
we most no treat others like they don't exist,
but such is common at The Big Issue at Co-
vent Garden not just to me, but to pretty
well everybody else. Incivility and discour-
tesy always flourish when the individual is
not first discerned for their dignity and
presence and experience by those they
that really don't know if they're talking
to a pauper or a prince or a priest or a
parasite or a plumber or a professor. And,
even if by chance they do know the differ-
ence, they just don't bloody care any-
way ... Again, Church teachings
teaches and tells us otherwise.
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Above all, good manners and politeness
costs us nothing. They're cost free. But
the lack of such costs us alot more in the
overall loss of the quality of life for us all.
The traffic warden's nasty parking ticket
reduces the quality of life by their predatory
job and cold manners. The cold street cop also
lowers the quality of the community because
he or she has lost the ability to serve the
people with being nice and well-mannered.
The shop assistant who insists on not assist-
ing the customer is also part of the decline
of civility and courtesy all over the UK.
The rude kid who is told he or she does
not need to stand up so that someone who
is old enough to be his own grandmother
can sit down on the bus is open rudeness
that gets worse with each ill-bred kid, who
is no longer freely corrected by anybody.
Such are further eamples of all that is
wrong with today's "Broken Little Britain."
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The 12 points I have listed above
are not listed by any special order or
gravity or level of importance per se,
but rather they're listed to demonstrate
some of the factors behind the death
of civility and courtesy right in our
every day midst. Such, explains why
we've become so bad-mannered and
so ignorant to each other.
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Also read below what the
BBC found out about British bad manners
and lack of courtesy back now some 8 years
ago. If we were then called "Rude Britannia,"
we have, at the turn of the upcoming second
decade of the 21st century, now become even
more "Real -Rude Britannia" since then.
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We've now become even more "Real-Rude
Britannia." And, we'll never see the return
of what was once truly British civility and
courtesy. People today for the most part
don't give a damn whether we're rude or not.
Why? Because they, too, are oftentimes as
rude and as impolite as the next person.
Who cares anyway? I for one do ...
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Vexed, Uncle Monty.
+Love Is A Many-Splendoured
Thing, 2oo9.
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1/11/2009

High Clergy Images Never Before Seen On Net. By Uncle Monty.

High Clergy Images
Never Before Seen On Net.
From His Own Ecclesiastic Collection.
By Uncle Monty.
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Somewhere in my childhood, I must have come
to love The Church. Even now after more than
65 years as an avid and an affirming Anglican, I
have no intention whatsoever of becoming any
thing else other than standing next to Historic
Anglicanism.
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But aside from that, I’ve always loved fo years historical
photographs and especially of high-ranking clergy that
have fascinated me for reasons that I am attracted
to such images some where in my deep psyche and
thru my unwavering interest in all things
concerning The Living Church.
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In my life, I have perhaps met more important clergy
figures than most ordained clergy themselves. I have
taken pleasure to try to record many of those I have
encountered from the whole range of religious repre-
sentatives of many differing faiths and creeds. Although,
I am primarily partial to taking my own photos of present-
day Anglican archbishops and bishops, Catholic cardinals,
papal figures, and monsignori; and orthodox patriarchs
and metropolitans, I am always ready to record other
religious officials of any religion that I may encounter
during my life’s journey with my ready cameras.
By spiritual instinct, I am so strongly interfaith
and always openly ecumenical.
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Archbishop of Canterbury Randall Thomas
Davidson, circa 1909, with his wife.
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One of the rarest ecclesiastic images I have
in my growing collection is that of Archbishop
Randall Thomas Davidson with his wife (shown
above) in a rather faded old postcard photo of them
circa 1909. The image is also rather unusual for the
Edwardian Era in seeing the spouse of such an high-
ranking British Churchman being photographed
together. Such clergy wives were neither seen nor
heard nor photographed for the public record until
rather late in the closing years of the last half of the
20th century Anglican Church.
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As for Archbishop Davidson, he was Abp. of Canterbury
from 1903 until his resignation in 1928 and he died two
years later in 1930. Earlier, he had been appointed
Dean of Windsor (1883), then Bishop of Rochester
(1891) and Bishop of Winchester (1895).
He married the second daughter of Archbishop
Archibald Campbell Tait of Canterbury at the same time
he was then resident chaplain (1878) to the archbishop
at Lambeth Palace. And like Abp. Tait, Randall Davidson
was of Scottish Presbyterian parentage. While today’s
presiding archbishop Rowan Douglas Williams is of
Welsh Presbyterian parents. It seems many leaders
of the Anglican faith, both past and present, were
or are ex-Presbyterians of one sort or another.
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In 1905, Dr. Charles Gore (not shown) became
the first Anglican Bishop of Birmingham. An High
Churchman was he who was seen as a leader
of the Anglo-Catholic Movement in Britain
at the turn of the 20th century.
But years later he became quite critical of the
movement. He wrote a number of books on
Christianity and and his views on Catholic teachings
regarding the Episcopacy. “In his Body of Christ
(1901), a work on the Eucharist, he set out the
place of the Sacrament in The Christian life and
also sought to re-formulate The doctrine of the
Real Presence without Transubstantiation,” notes
Professor F. L. Cross in The Oxford Dictionary of
the Christian Church. I have relied much here on
the late Professor Cross’ superb ecclesiastical and
bishopic references of those like Davidson,
Tait, and Gore.
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Dr. Stubbs, Bishop of Truro, 1907.

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When I was last in Canterbury to attend the
Lambeth Conference 2oo8, which didn’t go
down well with me, I also took visits to some local
antiques shops. At one, the fellow who’s shop it was
casually showed me 13 old postcards dated 1900–1910
of British Anglican bishops. Some of those postcard
images I have used here, under my story title of
“High Clergy Images Never Before Seen On Net.”

He then asked me if I was interested in buying them
at a mere 35 pence each. I quickly grabbed them for
he never knew, of course, of my abiding interest in
such historical clergy images. If he did, he must have
read my mind pretty good. Or perhaps the Good Lord
must have prompted him to show such to me? Most
of those old clergy postcards here have never before
been seen elsewhere or on the Net.
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Bishop of Knaresborough, 1908.

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What I also discovered was that
years ago at Canterbury, visitors there
could buy modern postcards of then presiding
bishops of the English Church at the cathedral
itself and presumably at local newsagents and gift
shops. Today, very few people would even look
at postcards depicting bishops, let alone buy
such or send such by post to family members and
friends announcing they’d just visited Canterbury.
And, no longer, however, can you find such post-
cards for sale of bishops, anyway or anywhere …
Except, standard images of Rowan Douglas Williams,
our present Archbishop of Canterbury, who I
have met and photographed myself three
or four times in the past couple of years.
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The Bishop of Lichfield. 1903.
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My interest in the Diocese of Lichfield and her
bishops stems from my own C of E confirmation
there at the Episcopal hands of whoever was then
the diocesan bishop some 55 years ago when I was
just a wee lad. I remember how all dressed-up
I was with short pressed trousers and white
shirt with, I think, a small bowtie and very
polished shoes. The new Queen Elizabeth
II was said to attend, but she never did.
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Archbishop Robert Kennedy Runcie.
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Robert Runcie (shown above) as Archbishop Canterbury
fom 1980 to 1991, appears in the above photograph of
him in full vestment for, I believe, his first visit in 1989
to The Vatican at when such Anglican primates went
there by the back door and not the front one like they
do now since after Runcie’s archiepiscopate days.
The above image of him I found at Winchester Cath-
edral’s own charity shop for $1.50. My goodness
me. It is in a gold-leaf frame with the back of the
frame inscribed in Italian: "Passepartout Tutti
Tipi, Lab. Artigiano Cornici Mario, Via del Gesu
84 (Piazza delt Pigna), ROMA – Te. 68 71 25.”
No date on the back, but the photograph is
signed by the archbishop’s own hand and
fountain pen as “Robert Cantuar.”
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He earned the Military Cross for two acts of bravery as
a British tank commander in WWII. As noted in Wikipedia,
“He was unique among modern Archbishops of Canterbury
for having personally killed some of his fellow humanbeings.”
He officiated at the 1981 wedding of Charles and Diana.
Privately, Robert Runcie was of the opinion that the couple
were ill-suited and that their marriage wouldn’t last. He was
dead right on all accounts, wasn’t he? As head of the Church
of England, he will also be remembered for the hideous
kidnapping of his Anglican envoy
Terry Waite. And, the
earlier strange and sad suicide of his one time friend the
Rev’d Canon
Gareth Bennett.
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As archbishop, he also ordained, did Runcie, gay men
as priest contrary to official Church policy that such a
homosexual lifestyle was unacceptable for the clergy.
Robert Cantuar, who died in 2000 at age 78, was also the
last ABC before the rise of the present Internet Age.
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Henry Edward Manning
Cardinal –Archbishop of Westminster
(1808-1892).
Photo by Elliott & Fry, Albumen Carte-de-Visite,
1870. Acquired by The Harrison Collection, 1952.
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One of my three recent ecclesiastic book acquisitions
has been that of Cardinal Manning’s 1877 “Miscellanies.”
from the Bishop’s Library of The Diocese Of Menevia.
I also acquired at the same time Cardinal John Henry
Newman’s 1878 “
Selection: Adapted to the Seasons of
the Ecclesiastical Year from the Parochial amd Plain
Sermons
.” Published by Rivington’s at London’s Waterloo
Place, such a book was quite a rare and great find for me.
The book had originally been gifted to the House
Friars of the “Fratrvm B.V.M. de Monte Carmelo
Aylesfordiae.” Both cardinals were alive at the
dates of when their important books were published
in England. Both Newman and Manning, of course,
were coverts to Roman Catholicism after first being
ordained Anglican vicars. And, both of them
became Cardinals of considerable influence in
the Holy Roman Catholic Church during
the English 19th century.
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I’ve always felt that many religious converts tend
to then become say more Catholic than Catholic,
more Anglican than Anglican, more Muslim than
Muslim, and more Jewish than Jewish. One of my
American Episcopalian friends married a Jew and
she then became, as a new convert, more notably
rabbinical and orthodox in her ways and perhaps
even more than her Rabbi husband. It’s hard,
I think, to become more Rabbi than Rabbi for
someone like her who was born a female Gentile
and not a Jew. In any event, her marriage has
grown deeper and deeper over the years
from what I have seen and heard of her.
So, good for him and her. They now
have three lovely children, too.
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Plus the third book I acquired, with the two others
authored by Newman and Manning, was that of The
Hon. Edith Gell’s 1891 “The Cloud of Witness.” It
was published by Humphrey Milton of East London’s
Amen Corner. She notes in her book the death of Lord
Lytton. But makes no reference to the fact that he
himself was her dead friend and that she was now at
a loss. She betrayed no public affection for him has
was the prevailing social rule of properness and de-
corum of her Victorian days. The book's prefatory
note was written by His Grace, Edward White
Benson, Archbishop of Canterbury, for her book
from his residence at Addington in November,
1891. Edith herself lived at Derbyshire's Hopton
Hall after her marriage and her father was
Viscount Midleton.
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The Papal or Cardinal Legate Leaving Melbourne, 1934.
+

The greyish and sepia images of The Papal or Cardinal Legate,
(shown above), with the two rare photos at the above caption
and here at the end of my presenation, I recently came across
by chance after buying the official 1934 publication of The
National Eucharistic Congress held at Melbourne itself some
75 years ago and at where I bought the almost 300-page,
out of print, hardback publication, at a secondhand book-
shop there for A$15.00 while I was at Down Under.
Sorry, I must close for now.
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Sincerely, Uncle Monty.
+ First Sunday after The Epiphany, 2oo9.
+
Baba Aladura Okeyemi.
+
Preachers, Not Scam Artists,
of the Nigerian Kind.
By Uncle Monty.
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I plan to write an in-depth story about
the Nigerian Eternal Sacred Order of
Cheriubim and Seraphim (NESOCS)
and its self-styled leader - "His Most
Eminence Archbishop Baba Aladura
Dr. E. Olu Okeyemi, JP."
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The order is based near London’s
Elephant and Castle and at Harlesden.
NESOCS is a registered business with
Creditgate, but it is not listed as a charity
with the UK Charity Commission..
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M
uch of the order is shrouded in utter mystery.
It holds its annual Adoption Thanksgiving Service
each year at its immigrant-based Mount of Salvation

UK Provincial Headquarters at Chatham Street off
Old Kent Road that leads from Elephant and
Castle tube station. The order is exclusively
black and African and non-blacks are quickly
shooed away. Prying eyes and inquisitive
photographers are the least welcomed.
That, however, has not deterred me from
getting many needed photos of NESOCS.
I will then publish my factual findings for

the public domain as soon as I can or
sometime before Eastertide,
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1/08/2009

Laptop Zombies. Computer Notes By Uncle Monty.

Laptop Zombies.
Computer Notes By Uncle Monty.
^^^
Is it the end of the desktop PC?
By Kelvin Soh.

TAIPEI (Reuters) - The age of the desktop PC appears
to be over as its more portable cousin, the laptop, surges
ahead with consumers clamoring for light-weight computers
in funky designs for use at home, in cafes and on the train to
work. Not a single desktop model figured on online shopping
portal Amazon.com's top 10 selling PC and hardware list
the weekend before Christmas, while seven laptop models
made the list.
^^^
It was yet another sign that the former dominance of
desktop PCs is fading as wireless advances and lower prices
make laptops the preferred option for millions of PC users
around the world. "On both price and performance, laptops
are so competitive now it's surprising they weren't able to
catch up with desktops even earlier," said iSuppli analyst
Peter Lin. "The ability to surf the Internet wirelessly at
public places, the need to be able to take your office out
with you when you travel, and an increasing range of
notebook computers have all led to lower desktop sales."
^^^
Laptops posted a milestone in the third quarter of 2008,
passing desktop PC sales for the first time, according to re-
search group iSuppli. With an entry level price of $300 for
some basic models, laptops should bolster their position in
2009. They are forecast to take up about 55 percent of all
computer shipments, according to data tracking firm IDC.
^^^
Many companies eagerly awaiting the era of the laptop
are in Taiwan, maker of about 80 percent of the world's
laptop PCs. They include the world's top two contract
manufacturers, Quanta and Compal Electronics, and two
of the most aggressive laptop brands, Acer and Asustek.
While those firms have seen their market share rise, the
world's top two PC makers overall, Hewlett-Packard
and Dell, have seen their share shrink.
^^^
Other companies that produce parts such as motherboards
for bulky desktop PCs are already switching production to
parts for other electronic gadgets such as iPhones. While
laptops used to cost more than double that of a desktop
with equivalent processing power, advances in technology
and economies of scale have dragged prices down so much
that little price differentiation exists today for most con-
sumers looking for a daily use PC, analysts say.
^^^
"It's just evolutionary I suppose," said Gartner analyst
Tracy Tsai. "Things have reached a point where the price
difference is no longer as pronounced as before for many
consumers, and the average person is more likely to
choose the option that offers him portability over
the one that doesn't."
^^^
SPECIALISATION
To keep their growth coming, Acer, Asustek and others
vying for laptop dominance are increasingly looking to
segmentation, taking aim at the wide range of computer
buyers. The runaway success of low-cost mini notebooks,
initially derided by many industry watchers but now one of
the fastest growing categories, could foreshadow a coming
boom in products offering a wide range of prices and func-
tions. "There is incredible choice in the notebook space
now," said IDC analyst Richard Shim. "You can get
notebooks at every inch size from 5-inch to 20-inch."
^^^
Alex Gruzen, Dell's manager for consumer products,
agreed that the days when his company could offer lap-
tops "in the same shades of grey" are coming to an end.
Segmentation comes in both form and substance. In the
former, Asustek offers a bamboo-cased laptop for the
environmentally conscious. HP has tied up with designer
Vivenne Tam to release the "world's first digital clutch,"
a notebook designed to look like a woman's handbag.
^^^
On the more technical front, companies are offering an
ever wider range of specialized laptops in varying sizes,
processing speeds, wireless capabilities and prices. Battery
life is also coming into play, with HP recently announcing
that one of its notebooks had broken the 24-hour barrier.
Faster boot-up times and features such as touch-screens
are also being touted as companies try to convert
former desktop users and build new markets.
^^^
WHAT'S LEFT FOR DESKTOPS?
As portability becomes the norm, some are asking if
there's any room left for desktops in the brave new era
of laptops. Salesmen at Taipei's Kuanghwa computer
market, one of the city's top PC hang-outs, said hard-
core computer game addicts may be one of the few
groups to keep buying desktops that offer greater
processing power for memory-intensive applications.
"Hardly anyone buys desktops anymore," said Elton
Tsai, gesturing toward the solitary HP desktop sitting
in his shop amid rows of laptops. "Anyone who is enough
of a geek to want real processing power can probably
assemble his own computer, saving himself at least a
few thousand Taiwan dollars in the process," Tsai said.
^^^
But not everyone believes the desktop, which was first
introduced in the 1970s, will soon be relegated to the
junkyard of history. After all, desktops can still offer
substantial savings, especially for those who are handy
with a screwdriver. "How can a laptop compete with a
desktop on price?," asked Gartner analyst Lillian Tay.
"Especially in the emerging markets where price is a
consideration, laptops simply cannot compete on price
with a group of people who slap a motherboard, a hard
drive and a few chips together to get a desktop," she said.

(Additional reporting by Gabriel Madway in San
Francisco. Editing by Doug Young and Megan Goldin)

Laptop Zombies.
Computer Notes By Uncle Monty.
^^^
Laptops are now everywhere. The growing problem
with such things is that such begins to control us
instead of us controlling it. Unlike regular fixed PCs,
the laptop can follow us everywhere we want to
take it and it then can drive our very existence like
laptop zombies interacting more with our mobile
machine instead of with our fellow humanbeings.
Laptop addiction is a craving for digital reality
instead of human reality.
^^^
The laptop is in many way just a glorified cell-
phone with its capacity to bypass human inter-
action much like we see with cellphone users who
talk ad infinitum-into a phone, but not to those
around them.
^^^
Beware of Laptop Thieves.
Another big problem with laptops is their vuner-
ability to instant theft from ever greedy and slick
thieves that can make a quick buck on your laptop
quicker than you can take a lap to catch them. Lap-
tops are easy to forget, though they shouldn’t be,
at cafes, libraries, on trains, and public places at
where they are fondly used by non-nerds
and non-geeks.
^^^
Some folkz use their laptops as a status symbol
of sorts or to show they're computer savvy, but
which it is now becoming quickly reduced to ordi-
nary everyday use without much status now at all.
Many Third World immigrants perpetually use their
cellphones in public in the mistaken belief that it gives
them some kind of social status and equality with non-

blacks. Many look absolutely ridiculous, if the truth
be spoken, with their constant gobby cellphones at
their moving mouths and their need to always
show off in public with their showy cellephones.
To have a cellphone is also for some immigrant

blacks to openly snub "racist" whites. While,
my own conjecture, is that laptops are used
by whites to show-off and to snub
those who don’t have laptops.
^^^
A laptop under $100- for every black kid?


Beyond such, what the laptop is doing is more
than ever making us a "Non-Wired Society" in
which we function only by non-wired means no
matter what kind of human problem or condition
we’re really in. But like money, we cannot, how-
ever, take the laptop with us beyond our present
human time and brief life span. I read somewhere
recently of a guy who wants his laptop buried
with him in his coffin and the guy is only in his
late 20’s. How pathetic and how non-wired
is he? Perhaps, he’s on crack, too?
^^^
And when I come to think about laptops, I
think also males tend to be more laptop prone
than women, if what I see at places like Café
Nero, in which say for four guys I see with their
laptops, I see only one female or two with such.
With also the growing widespread use of the
Dongle, the laptop comes even more mobile
than those that could only use WiFi or fixed
broadband or landline connections. Like cell-
phones, the human downside of laptop use in
public places also quickly cuts off person-to-
person conversations and even reduces
communications skills of some. It's like the
kid who can do great math on a calculator,
but who cannot add or subtract figures in
his brickhead or even speak or write pro-
per Queen's English. Laptop Zombies can
be much like such kidz that cannot function
outside or beyond the use of a laptop or a
PC. They live in a world of computer
psychobabble and far from the real
world of those not damaged by the rise
of what I call "The Digital Darkness."
^^^
All too many people bow first to the ring of their
infernal cellphone, and likewise, all too many bow
to their laptop like mindless and one-dimensional
zombies. If the Industrial Revolution changed
forever the human face of society, then the
Computer Revolution has brought about
laptop zombies that see no further than
their own nose.
^
As for the destop PC, they’ll stay, I think, for
the foreseeable future in the family home and
at ordinary business offices even if they become
supposedly “obsolete” at the rise and dominance of
laptops in the public place. People who are mobile
are more likely, it seems to me, to have mobile
laptops than those who are not like say the el-
derly or invalid or non-professionals or computer
illiterates. For myself, I have both a PC and a new
laptop and I suspect many other folkz who rely
on computers informally in their day-to-day
lives will have the same means. “Laptop for
the road, PC for the home,” is what I see
evidently emerging.
^^^
In the meantime, more and
more laptop zombies will clutter and choke
the public space at wherever they go with their
fancy machines that will all too often control them
and all facets and aspects of their private and im-
personal lifestyle. Soon they’ll become so robotized
and addicted that we’ll hardly know them by
any other name other than being
called "Laptop Zombies."
That's no life.
^^^
Just my thoughts, Uncle Monty.
+Harpers Ferry Day, 2oo9.
^^^

1/05/2009

At Where Nelson’s Dead Body First Arrived Back Home. By Uncle Monty.

At Where Nelson’s Dead Body
First Arrived Back Home.
Story By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.
= =
I stand silently at where the heroic, fatally-
wounded, lifeless and British Navy-decorated
corpse of Vice-Admiral Lord Horatio Nelson
(1758 – 1805) first arrived back home to what
was then Rule Britannia after his patriotic and
resounding victory at the Battle of Trafalgar.
In my English mind’s eye, I can now see what
a deeply sad moment his arrival must have been
for the British people at the Port of Sheerness on
the Isle of Sheppey almost 205 years ago. Nelson’s
own grim death came moments after his lips had
immortally-pleaded “Kiss me, Hardy.” So Nelson
left alive and then came back home dead. And,
he then died his own death and was forever
silenced like we all shall be one day ourselves.
+
The Isle of Sheppey.
= =
And, in order to preserve his body has his
downhearted crew sailed back to England with
their national and naval hero, they put him in a
huge barrel of red rum that was then henceforth
always called “Nelson’s Rum” in The British Royal
Navy. Neither at the port of his arrival nor on the
Isle itself, did I see, however, any statue to Nelson
himself. Except, I am told, there's a commemorative
plaque at the village of Queenborough marking
Nelson’s stay there with his Lady Hamilton. Other-
wise, I saw no mention of Nelson’s name anywhere
during my three-day stay at the Isle Of Sheppey.
Pity, for historically there should be a statue of sorts
or a visible symbol of England's naval giant that
was undoubtedly Horatio, First Earl of Nelson.
= =
At Where Presumably Nelson's Body Passed By.
= =
Sheppey Swan Off The Medway River.
= =
Mouth of the Port of Sheerness.

Some 15 miles just down the road from where
Nelson’s dead body first arrived, stands the mentioned
Doomsday Book’s Leysdown-on-Sea facing the open
sea and not far from the other Isle called Harty.
= =
It is here then that I have now spent the first new
days of the New Year, 2oo9. I have celebrated such
by also just being here as if I’m so far away from
London from where I came. Yet, it is but a couple
of hours drive away at most from there and here is
a world all of its own and yet seemingly so far away
from where I came when in fact it is not. Sheerness
and Leysdown, along with nearby Elmley Island, are
entirely new English places for me to now see coupled
with viewing The Swale and River Medway.
= =
This year of 2009, also, marks the centenary of
British Aviation on the Isle of Sheppey at where the
world’s first factory to manufacture aircrafts was built
and opened in 1909 by the Short Brothers. Leysdown’s
Muswell Manor is considered the cradle of today’s
now global aviation along with its historic links to
America’s pioneer aviators like the Wright Brothers
and Britain’s own aviator Claude More-Brabazon,
who flew the first ever circular mile. And yes it is
also here at where "Icarus II" became the first
pig in the world to fly. He must have then been
sold later as “Air Bacon.”
= =
The UNROYAL Hotel of Sheerness.

= =
I call it “The UNROYAL Hotel” of Sheerness (shown
above) on the Isle of Sheppey after seeing the awful bad
attitude of its staff there and after being treated to a
dinner that would make most chefs sick at the atrocious
quality of the food it served. It was the late evening of
the 2nd day of the New Year, 2oo9. The place at first
was virtuely empty when I arrived from the close by
Shirley’s Guest House at where I was happily staying.
The two 20’ish unroyal bar-maids-cum-waitresses
spoke no New Year’s welcome to me nor offered the
slightiest interest in serving me. Instead, they were
more interested in playing yet another DVD on the
huge plasma screen and chatting and giggling away
between themselves until I beckoned one of them
to order my dinner of roast beef from the al carte
menu.
= =
“What vegetables come with the dinner?,” I asked
the almost surly barmaid. “Don’t know,” she curtly
answered me with her stone eyes still looking down
at the bar counter and not at me. “Well, could you
find out from the cook, please?,” I broached her.
“I’m not the cook,” came her flat four-word reply.
“Well, could you ask whoever is the cook?,” I pondered
out loud. “I suppose so …,” was her mechanical response
has she then wondered off all blaise like blancmange to
see whoever was the cook. The cook then came to me
about 15 or 20 minutes later with all smiles on her
uncharming face as she proudly brought her cooked
dinner and placed it down next to my laptop on the
table in front of me. It looked good did the meal, un-

til I took the first bite and it was like dried rubber
in my chewy mouth. The new potatoes were over-
cooked and tasteless and the green new peas seemed
happiest in the tin from whence they came rather
than on the cold dinner plate that soon made
the half-warm meal almost cold, too.
= =
If the food was bad enough at The Royal Hotel of
Sheerness, then those sheer ill-mannered barmaids
made it seem even worse as they proceeded to turn-
up the DVD sound of beating drums that almost drove
me up the wall as I tried to digest the third-rate food
with those blasting speakers right under my old ears.
They didn’t care a hoot and they had no sense of cus-
tomer care whatsoever. And, they didn’t give a damn
as they ignored my attempts to otherwise engage
them in small talk and to lower the grating drum beat.
All they wanted was their chitchat and to gyrate
with their loud music and to feed their frenzy of
DVD addiction. They didn’t want to be bothered
by old folkz like me even though I was there to
give The Royal Hotel my business.
= =
I wish I’d never gone inside the place in the first place.
But it was about 9:30 in the evening and I couldn’t find
any other places open to get my late dinner, except at
The UNROYAL Hotel of Sheerness that was still then
open. The place at first seemed so inviting and warm.
It was something like that old saying - "You cannot tell
a book by its cover." Whatever, when at last it came
to getting out of the place as fast as I could and paying
my bill, I finally got the same surly barmaid to bring me
the bill after trying to get her attention for the umpteenth
time. She standoffishly came with the bill and then she
never came back to my table to collect my payment.
Then I, by chance, saw the cook go by and I called her
to take my money which she did. She never asked me,
however, if I liked the meal she’d cooked, which was
good in a way since I would have bluntly told her
it was no good.
= =
The Royal Hotel bar was now beginning to fill
up with young, white working class, guyz in their
20’s and 30’s as I was about ready to leave and to
never return to such a cold bunch of unroyal staff
and truly poor food. I left almost half of the meal
behind me since it was that bad to eat. So if you’re
ever on the Isle of Sheppey, avoid The Royal Hotel
at Sheerness like Doomsday that it is and despite
its unbefitting accolade, in my opinion, of being
also named the Isle of Sheppey Pub of the Year
2008/2009. Although I don't drink, its booze may
be good to its own home grown boozers. But other-
wise for me, the staff and food was plainly shitty
thru and thru. Excuse my honest,
if vulgar, expression.
= =
Sailors and Seamens 1918 Memorial.

= =
Not a particularly friendly kind of people, the folks of
the Isle of Sheppey live basically at an inward place
that cold-shoulders outsiders. It’s less expensive, too,
to live here than in other parts of rip-off England for
overnight accommodation is cheap at 25 quid per night
for a single room or a twin room at 35 quid per night at
least at Shirley’s old-fashioned and comfy Guest House
on Alma St. I would perhaps best call Sheppey a
“Poorman’s Seaside Destination.” Here, also, the few
good thing that I could find was to discover the existence
of hardly any of those god damn Third World immigrants
and those lousey foreigners that now flood and plague
most of England so unrelentingly because of the ilk
of such “Mass Immigrationists” like Blair and Brown
of Britain’s mindless New Labour party. As for Sheer-
ness itself – the “capital," if you will, of Sheppey – it is
hard to say much positive about it other than it’s a very
ordinary, lower class, English community that does noth-
ing to excite my active imagination nor my fondness to
want to re-visit the rather dull and plain place at any
time very soon. It seemed, moreover, such a broken
little place to me, much like most of today’s more
than ever destroyed and Broken Little Britain.
= =

In fact, the only reason that first beckoned me to the Isle of Sheppey’s Port of Sheerness was simply knowing that it was the exact same place at where Nelson’s dead body first arrived back home to England that was then truly Rule Britannia. Along with the old story of the somewhat ignoble means of putting dead Nelson inside a barrel of red rum after his victorious victory at The Battle of Trafgalar. And so, Rule Britanna it was then indeed. But, no more now from what I saw of the Isle of Sheppey. Nelson must now turn in his own grave almost every day at the sheer death of today's England. Oddly enough, Sheppey is a barometer of such modern brokeness that I see every single day in what is my own country that has now been blatantly stolen from me in the name of New Labour's "New Britain." "Go to hell," I say. Along with that awful staff and bad chow at the UNROYAL Hotel of Sheerness, too.
= =
Panoramic View of The Isle of Sheppey.

= =
Truly your's, Uncle Monty.
+Eve of The Epiphany, 2oo9.
.

1/04/2009

Najnavstevovanejsia stranka slovenskeho - 2009.

MONTY: We Wish You One Happy
New Year FROM US TO YOU in
Tirana, Albania. Nobel Tirana.
02.01.09.
= = =


To my friend Monty with my thanks for
our long friendship. May I wish you a
Peaceful New Year from Slovenia.
Your friend Fr. Rudolf Bartosik.
Confraternity of Priests.
= = =
Najnavstevovanejsia stranka slovenskeho.
2009 - 4th January.
...

1/01/2009

My 2009 New Year's Greetings From The Isle of Sheppey. By Uncle Monty.


My 2OO9 NEW YEAR'S GREETINGS
TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS, AT HOME AND
ABROAD, FROM THE ISLE OF SHEPPEY.
Happily, Uncle Monty.
New Year's Day, 2oo9.
~~~
My first story of the New Year will
appear on January 5th, 2oo9, entitled:
"At Where Nelson's Dead Body First
Arrived Back Home." --Thus, I begin
my new story with the simple and
opening words of mine so set below ...
~
"I stand silently at where the heroic,
fatally-wounded, lifeless, and British
Navy-decorated corpse of
Vice-Admiral
Lord Horatio Nelson (1758 – 1805), first
arrived back home to Rule Britannia
after his patriotic and resounding
victory at the Battle of Trafalgar."
~