The Gates of Paradise

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Nikolay Gumilev (1886 – 1921)

The eternal entrance into Eden
Is not locked with seven precious seals;
It has no charms nor light of heaven,
And the people don't know that it is.

It's a doorway in a wall forgotten --
Stones, moss and nothing more else,
Near stands a beggar; and the rotten,
Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist.

Paladins ride by in agitation,
Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant;
Nobody spares his attention
To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint.

They dream: There, by Sepulchre of Savor,
Paradise will open doors for us;
At the footing of the Mount Thabor
The committed hour will thrust.

So by the armored monster goes;
In the air the trumpets ring and wail;
The Apostle in the tattered cloth,
Like a beggar, looks and poor and pale.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver,  1995
(Another Russian poet shot to death by Putin's predecessors in Cheka.)
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The clock is ticking

…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

John Locke (1632 – 1704 ) – “I answer, such revolutions happen not upon every little mismanagement in public affairs. Great mistakes in the ruling part, many wrong and inconvenient laws, and all the slips of human frailty will be borne by the people without mutiny or murmur. But if a long train of abuses, prevarications, and artifices, all tending the same way, make the design visible to the people, and they cannot but feel what they lie under, and see whither they are going, it is not to be wondered that they should then rouse themselves, and endeavor to put the rule into such hands which may secure to them the end for which government was at first erected …”

Second Essay, Chapter 19. 1693


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FBI – The Sword and the Shield of the Party

No prize for guessing which US political party enjoys the protection of the formerly relatively honest state organisation.


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Away with funeral music

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Robert Louis Stevenson (18501894)

Away with funeral music - setstevenson-samoa-stamp
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.
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Politically correct elephants’ spoor

Paul Jacko


I like elephants and I like reading about them; sometimes* I even write about them. The article with so tantalising heading As Elephant Populations Drop, We Learn Even Their Footsteps Serve a Purpose thus I could not miss. The fact that it was written by a woman should have warned me. I am not suggesting that women are stupid, or that women journalists are more ignorant than their male counterparts. Still…

Ms Kaleigh Rogers: “A slate of new studies this week reveal two realities about elephants: they’re great at protecting tiny critters in their environment, and humans are terrible at protecting elephants.”

Politically correct humans are terrible at everything, as everyone, except them, knows.

Religious people would undoubtedly see the protection of ‘tiny critters’ not as a conscientious decision of nature loving and wise elephants, but a work of God:

God’s wisdom and knowledge cannot be comprehended, and His decisions cannot be tracked as footprints in the sand. God has consulted no one and no one has advised Him. But because God knows all things He controls and guides all events for His glory and for our good “(cf. Ps. 104:24; Prov. 3:19 )

Politically correct “environmentalists” in their misguided search for what they are pleased to call arguments scratch the bottom of footprints in the savannah. Anyone who managed to see elephants walking through the bush can’t be unimpressed by damage they do to the vegetation (beside squashing ‘tiny critters’). In fact, just one of them would put a T-14 Armata tank  driven by a vodka-soaked recruit to shame.

yellow_mite_tydeidae_lorryia_formosaMs Rogers: “A study published in the African Journal of Zoology details how the footprints elephants leave behind can fill with water, creating natural puddles that team with life. Researchers identified more than 60 species of aquatic invertebrates that colonise these puddles, from tiny mites to tadpoles.”

Tiny mites, tiny critters; it seems that the journalist Rogers learned a new adjective. Sixty species is nothing to brag about. Human skin harbours vastly more even tinier critters – “The human skin is a rich environment for microbes. Around 1000 species of bacteria from 19 bacterial phyla have been found.” If you ever happened to find yourselves downwind of feral environmentalists you would guess that that number is grossly underestimated.

Creating fanciful “biodiversity” reasons why we should be protecting elephants is certainly more career enhancing than, even coyly, mentioning Chinese and the Communist Chinese in particular. Lies and exaggerations do not help elephants, as, similarly, myths fabrication does not help Aborigines

Politically correct humans are terrible at everything.


*/ Jumbo – August 2011

Chinese elephants’ sunset? – March 2012

Chinese, elephants and Combet – May 2012

The Green way – October 2013

I fear for elephants – January 2014

Chinese crush on ivory – January 2014

Greed without borders – June 2015

Socialism and the animal farm – October 2015

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We shall surely die…

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903

We shall surely die:

Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?

O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?

Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die!

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“Deplorables” of the World Unite


…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

Deplorables” v.- Despicables

People are going to be disappointed. If elections were to change anything the Big Money would have banned them a long time ago. Perhaps November 2017 would show how deluded the American people were in November 2016.

How someone even after almost one hundred years of its abysmal failure believes that the socialism is the answer perhaps could be explained by a competent psychiatrist. Sadomasochism? The avarice and dishonesty oozing from despicable Hillary and her mafia should put any decent person off, yet, if polls are to be believed, over 40% of Americans want her to rule them. The Stockholm syndrome?

True, there is something unusual this time. The pro-Trump TV advertisement bellow was apparently created by amateurs. If elected, will he betray the people, as is customary? Tony Abbott in Australia is a good example, despite the hagiography manufactured by his pseudo-conservative, pusillanimous apologists, who are as afraid of the people as Hillary, Angela or Soros.

The ruling ‘elites’ in France and elsewhere are getting desperate and frantically create voters, who will follow imams’ direction. The strong likelihood that imams would not follow their wishes, in their hysterical panic, escapes them. For the first time after the centuries of stupor, the people seems to be waking up. It remains to be seen whether they will fall asleep again, or whether they finally realise that voting from time to time is not enough.

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October not so victorious


Once again, due to the circumstances more or less beyond our control, Fog of Chaos and its readers are going to suffer, or perhaps enjoy, a break. We should be back in November and in the meantime the posting will be sporadic, depending on our mood, weather and proximity or otherwise of a functioning computer.

It is unlikely that anything significant will happen in October anyway. The Western civilisation will last a few more months, Obama and Clinton mafia notwithstanding.

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The Snow Maiden


…from the quills of the dead white poets

Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921)

She came to me from the vast distance – 
The child of night and other times.
Her kin were lost in space and seasons,
Our skies didn’t brighten for her eyes.

But under snow of night tempests,
Over Neva, so cold and might,
She met a sphinx, as her friend prettiest,
With easy cry of her delight.

And she dreamed of her Egypt native
Through dark and mists of our North,
When blizzards with their stars attractive
Were covering her gentle forms;

And, as a whole realm of marvels
With unbelievably strong faith,
Laid to her heart my city sunless –
With all its glum, and winds and rains.

She fell in love with buildings’ masses,
Sleeping in wilderness of night,
And quiet icon-lamps through glasses 
Joined to the dreams of her sweet heart.

She fathomed – with her mind and soul –
Shadows and fires, smog and swell –   
The city-mystery in whole… 
Being a mystery herself.    

She grants me with a ring of snows,
Because my cloak’s full of stars,
Because I am in armors closed,
Bearing on them the cross of Christ.

She looks into my eyes with rightness
Praising her foe – not her friend –
From frozen fields of her night’s darkness
Snows invade my spirit’s land. 

And Snow Maiden’s heart is silent,
And it will never take a sword
To cut with her hand, gentle and ardent,
The straps which are my helm to hold.

And, like a chief of hosts in hatred,
Under the armors heavy steel,
The dream of junctions celebrated
I bear in my sacred thrill.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March, 2002

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The bread basket


…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

I have nothing against preparations for the future, though preparing, in 1900 A.D., for the anticipated shortage of horseshoes in 2000 C.E. might not had been too wise. And the people, if any, in 3000 P.C.* may not know what are those pieces of strange metal for. To make fire with?

Nevertheless, “the storage of 864,309 seeds as a ‘backup’ against agricultural doomsday in the Global Seed Vault in the abandoned coal mine near Longyearbyena, at Svalbard archipelago, thousand kilometres north of Norway”** could, conceivably, have some merit. According to the experts they are protected by permafrost or, should, against all the evidence and common sense, the charlatans’ computer models be right, by a permaswamp. However, nothing the politically correct scientists do is right – “Last winter, the vault saw its first withdrawal: barley, wheat and grasses to replenish a gene bank damaged in the Syrian civil war.”

Have I missed something? Is the war over? The global medial machine fed by the misanthrope Soros still produces the tear-jerking stock images of the cruel conflict so that the West welcomes as many jihadists as the befuddled and largely voiceless public will tolerate.

If, as I suspect, the war is still going its merry way what is the point of throwing the precious seeds on the battlefield? It would seem that the Syrians are barely able to look after their ipods and kalashikovs; and even grasses are beyond their horticultural skills. Donated seeds will be eaten, traded for ammunition or, most likely, just wasted. But the brainless do-gooders feel even ‘gooder’.


*/    Past Civilisation
**/“The terrifying face of a new sublime” New Scientist 2-7-2016

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Dead men voting



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When daffodils begin to peer


…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Shakespeare (15641616)

When daffodils begin to peer, -- bill-shake
With hey! The doxy over the dale, --
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, --
With hey! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! --
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, -- 
With hey! with hey! the thrush and the jay, --
Are summer songs for me and for my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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The Snake


…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

The main stream media, in its hysterical efforts to get that thoroughly dishonest and incompetent woman elected, stoops to more and more ridiculous accusations against her rival. Sometimes one expects that his “hello” would be decried as another example of racism, misogyny, islamophobia and homophobia. Thus when he entered one of his election rallies to the strains of The Snake, the progies immediately charged that he is referencing Muslim “refugees” invasion and the stupidity of its local advocates. Could it be so?

“On her way to work one morning
Down the path along side the lake
A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
“Poor thing,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”
“Take me in tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She wrapped him up all cozy in a comforter of silk
And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk
She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she’d taken to had been revived
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried
“But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you might have died”
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight
Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake
“I saved you,” cried the woman
“And you’ve bitten me, but why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake “

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Democracy at work



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Cold Iron

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all."

So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege,
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.
"Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- shall be master of you all!"

Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron -- Cold Iron -- was master of it all!

Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)
"What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?"
"Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all."

"Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown --
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown."
"As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"

Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)
"Here is Bread and here is Wine -- sit and sup with me.
Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall
How Iron -- Cold Iron -- can be master of men all!"

He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread.
With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:
"See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,
Show Iron -- Cold Iron -- to be master of men all."

"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.
I forgive thy treason -- I redeem thy fall --
For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!"

"Crowns are for the valiant -- sceptres for the bold!
Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!"
"Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all!
Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!"
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Depressing numbers

…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

So after eight years of Obama’s misrule still over thirty percent of Americans trust the Main Stream Media, the ruling class’s propaganda machine. Astonishing! Perhaps they do not trust but are too lazy to check something else. Illiteracy, or computer illiteracy, may be the problem. The other possibility is that they comprise that infamous third of the population, which voted for Hitler in Germany in the thirties, and for the Communists in Czechoslovakia after WWII.


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The Third Try

…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

Cardinal Schönborn will never be a Pope. He seems to be a Christian.

The Viennese Archbishop was preaching Sunday at the feast of Mariä Namen, which marks the victory of the Christian armies over the Ottoman Turks in the battle of Vienna on Sept. 12, 1683.

“We ourselves are the very ones who have placed the Christian heritage of Europe in danger. Is this a third Islamic attempt to conquer Europe? Many Muslims say that Europe is at the end,” Schönborn said in his homily.

“The prospect of a European Christian renewal is up to us. We must return to Christ, spread his Gospel and to deal with our fellow human beings, even strangers, with Him in our hearts, with love and responsibility,” he continued.

He told the Catholic newspaper Der Sonntag that “Europe’s Christian heritage is in danger because we Europeans have squandered it. It has nothing to do with Islam or even refugees. It is clear that Islamists would like to exploit our weakness, but they are not responsible for our weakness. We Europeans are responsible for that.” [full text Many muslims want conquest of Europe ]

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Dark house

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892)

Dark house, by which once more I stand
  Here in the long unlovely street.
  Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand.

A hand that can be clasped no more –
  Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
  And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
  The noise of life begins again,
  And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

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Detroit City

 …from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger

Despite the best efforts of the main stream media, probably everybody by now knows the achievements of the socialists in Detroit – the city has been firmly in the hands of the Democratic Party since 1962. The democracy there mimics Communist China, the economy could compete with that of Chavez’s and Maduro’s Venezuela and the crime rates beat those of Mexico.

Detroit Abandoned Buildings

Thus the Clinton Cartel came up with the plan to rescue Detroit by importing Syrian ‘refugees’. Mind boggles. Would the place remind them of their homeland? Or could it be a devious trick by racist Bill and Hilary? Maybe, when the new arrivals see Detroit they may realise that Syria is not that bad after all and go home.

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By the Hoof of the Wild Goat

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)


 By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
    From the cliff where she lay in the Sun
    Fell the Stone
    To the Tarn where the daylight is lost,
    So she fell from the light of the Sun
    And alone!

    Now the fall was ordained from the first
    With the Goat and the Cliff and the Tarn,
    But the Stone
    Knows only her life is accursed
    As she sinks from the light of the Sun
    And alone!

    Oh Thou Who hast builded the World,
    Oh Thou Who hast lighted the Sun,
    Oh Thou Who hast darkened the Tarn,
    Judge Thou
    The sin of the Stone that was hurled
    By the goat from the light of the Sun,
    As she sinks in the mire of the Tarn,
    Even now--even now--even now!

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