
http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/m/macedonian_proverb/#sthash.9uK3o4t4.dpuf
A few relevant ones:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-49582852
EXTRACT
In their study of the CIA, the intelligence experts Milo Jones and Phillipe Silberzahn write: “The first consistent attribute of the CIA’s identity and culture from 1947 to 2001 is homogeneity of its personnel in terms of race, sex, ethnicity and class background (relative both to the rest of America and to the world as a whole).”
An inspector general’s study on recruitment found that in 1964, one branch of the CIA, the Office of National Estimates, “had no black, Jewish, or women professionals, and only a few Catholics”.
By 1967, the report said, there were fewer than 20 African Americans out of some 12,000 non-clerical CIA employees, and the agency maintained the practice of not hiring minorities from the 1960s through the 1980s. And until 1975, the US intelligence community “openly barred the employment of homosexuals”.
Talking of his experience of the CIA in the 1980s, one insider wrote that the recruitment process “led to new officers who looked very much like the people who recruited them – white, mostly Anglo-Saxon; middle and upper class; liberal arts college graduates”. There were few women and “few ethnics, even of recent European background”.
“In other words, not even as much diversity as there was among those who had helped create the CIA.”
Diversity was squeezed further after the end of the Cold War. A former operations officer said that the CIA had a “white-as-rice culture”.

I did this drawing many years ago
He said he could never forgive himself if he forgave me.
Somebody has to be the bad person
Then someone else can be the good one.
As Melanie Klein might have said:
It’s the paranoid schizoid position
But what exactly is it?


I was bare as rocks are by the sea
My uniform had vanished like the cat
I had to take exams in geometry
I felt besmirched by nuns’ conformity
They always howled, so pure they’d hit a bat
I was as bare as babies on God’s knee
Nakedness displays deformities
My Celtic feet have bones but not much fat
I had to take exams in geometry
My body seemed to cause hilarity
I had not typed it in the right format
I was as bare as swans at Manningtree
I had no clothes,no pen, no mortgage fee
I left the room, I’m never going back
I faked exams in Greek and poverty
My face was white, my eyes were blue and black
I looked so round ,I wore no corselette
I declare my frocks are up a tree
I had to drop the bomb on Coventry
Here I am half dressed with uncombed hair
As weary as a wolf without a lair
Now my thoughts are waylaid by my faults
Which human never feels these cruel assaults?
Why do I not think of all my joys?
Instead I recall cruelty nuns deployed
If I could have hated them at school
My anger would turn outwards ,be less cruel
Do we nurse such hatred for some gain?
Surely it ‘s not worth the searing pain
I wonder how to let it go for good
And quietly bear my burden, cross of wood
Retaliation, arrows that return
The sender feels the pain but will they learn?
When I’m ill I feel my life’s a wreck
The mirror frightens me as I reflect
Who am I and why do I feel so
Omnipotent,destroying as I go.?
Yet how we feel will change as does our health
After trauma, drained of all our wealth
We stagger on the battlefield unsought
Until by kindness we are held and caught
We must help each other,strength combined
A smile, a touch, a word, a little line
What seems common sense may be ignored
The strong may hate the weak and slam the door
Be with others, listen,look and learn
Then one day the tide of life will turn

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-ee-cummings
[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Are you nurturing an old wound? Seal it off with “super soul and heart glue!”

I believe that we English people use irony more than other folks do,although I’ve not carried out any surveys.I am waiting for the government to give me 5 million pounds to carry out a short research project on this.
Now,if you hear someone say
This government is the best one since King Alfred burnt the cakes or since Queen Elizabeth the first lost her virginity,you would guess they did not mean exactly what they said.
BTW what kind of cakes did Alfred make? More importantly,what kind of oven did they have in those days.We had one adjacent to a coal fire so to bake or roast the fire had to be well alight and going strong.
Burning cakes was not too easy because there was no thermostat and the fire tended to die down.So you could not turn the knob around by accident or for fun as my brother did in 1947 on our gas cooker when my mother had put all her eggs,dried fruit etc together to make a Xmas cake… rationing was still on and besides we were quite poor then.A cake like that needs a long time to bake on a low heat.
So it was ruined and although I was only a baby then I can hear the shouting now.Had my brother been the king ,no doubt he could have put all the family into prison where at least they would have got a slice of roast pigeon and some stale Xmas cake…. probably left over from Saxon times.
Come to think of it,were the Saxons Christians and if not how come they made Xmas cake? If the Royal family had gone to Amazon and bought an oven timer history would be quite different.I wonder what Alfred was doing? Was he enjoying the delights of his Queen? Now in my baking book it says
Never make love while waiting for a cake to bake.Not even to yourself.It will distract you.
Personally I’d admire anyone who got turned on after spending hours mixing the ingredients and preparing the cake tin but maybe I am unusual.
How would I know if I were?I can hardly go around asking if they find making a cake arousing.I’d have thought that it’s what you do when you are frigid as you hope the oven might warm you up.
On no account must you try to make love inside the oven on a household cooker because it’s not possible.Why?
That requires a lot of thought.Basically it’s all about size
.Now if Queen Victoria had baked instead of having so many children the history of Europe would have been very different.
The Kaiser was her grandson and because his mother was Victoria’s first child he believed he should have been King of England.Now if he had been,would there have been a war?Is there any point in speculating like this?
Again I need a research grant to carry out …. research.Speculating can be dangerous sometimes.Again soe folk like gambling and others like playing Solitaire.Vive la difference.Oy vey.Amen
Now if Victoria had stuck to jam and cream filled sponges the world would be utterly transformed and we would all be speaking a different language…but which?
The matron of the Home made cakes for tea
Her husband helped by stoking up the fire
How happy all the residents would be
Home made cake was very much desired
This Home where men and women shared their meals
And went for rambles in the afternoon
The spirit of the Home was made to heal
The grief of those just widowed felt its boon
The Matron like a mother showed great care
I watched her in my silent way to learn
Now who makes cakes to feed the old and scared?
What kindness is there now for those who yearn?
Food will help us live and keep our health
It makes a symbol shared , our spirit’s wealth

Once I cared for people who were old
Who wet themselves and felt the winter cold
I gave them baths and washed their backs and fronts
Helped them to get dressed and zip their pants
I made them pots of tea and gave them cake
I gave them dinner on a china plate
I listened to their stories of the past
An unknown world of war and terrors vast
And if they cried I’d wipe away their tears
Talk to them till sorrow disappeared
I’d do the washing up and clean the knives
The women missed their being someone’s wife
Now I am old and I have realised
I really had no feel for what it’s like.
Our narcotic is excessive work
Who could think that work might be a sin?
Thinking numbs the heart in sadness stuck
Learning mathematics,feeling pert
Latin Greek and music, what a din
Our narcotic is excessive work
I wonder if my cello I could pluck
Its metal strings made grooves upon my skin
Abstraction numbs the heart in sadness stuck
If we feel, our feelings make us hurt
We kick the nearest person on the shin
Today’s narcotic is excessive work
With our government we stay alert
We can’t be quiet inside when all’s maudlin
Exotic symbols numb the heart so stuck
We feel the pricks of many sharpened pins
The conscience of the soul is wearing thin
Our narcotic is excessive work
Thinking numbs the heart in angst now stuck

I have not had sex since I was born
Augustine said it’s sin to touch those parts
Yet God gave us vaginas, where’s the harm?
I thought I’d fall in love, is that a crime?
But I got laid by sickness,missed the start
I have not had sex since I was born
Some must procreate however torn
Others are well pricked by Eros’ dart
God made our vaginas, where’s the harm?
Even poppies give out seeds with charm
Opium is the drug that warms the heart
I have not had sex since I was born
The Church has uttered edicts that deform
No Catholic child can sin however smart
God made our vaginas, where’s the harm?
Are greed and lust less bitter than my heart ?
Is envy and its death wish more refined?
I have not had sex since I was born
God gave some vaginas, I’ve got corns

Use an electric powered back brush in the bath
Take a boiling hot cup of coffee into your hand when you feel faint
Ride your brake-less bike along a dual carriageway. as fast as you can.
Warm your feet on the back of a tiger in the zoo then run for your life
Let a beginner take driving lessons in your new car
Never insure your house
Never check your bank account
Never read this column
While making chips smoke a cigar
When the cat is angry try to kiss her
Smoke in bed and charge your tablet under the duvet
Keep your i phone under the pillow and dribble.
Let a man you don’t know read your hand
Buy a motor-home to Europe go
Soon there will be built a British Wall
I know, they know, we know, you know
See the Concentration Camps,enjoy
Buy a reproduction of the Fall
Buy a motor-home, to Europe go
Go to France, where is the Maginot?
See the Europeans in our thrall
I know, they know, we know, you know
See the Rhine and Rhone and how they flow
Hear the people laughing at our calls
Buy a motor-home, and to Europe go
Churchill bombed out Dresden in the War
Even great men’s deeds will us appal
I know, they know, we know, who knows?
By the hands of politicians mauled
Beetles on our breasts will shortly crawl
Buy a motor-home, to Europe never go
I know, they know, we know, he knows?
Politicians come in many grades
Oxford Cambridge,Eton,Harrow Hill
But with Johnson miming humour I’m afraid
With a merry smile, he must get laid
Are his ladies ever on the pill?
Politicians come in many grades
What we do confuses what we say
Does he pay his mistresses and tell?
With him miming humour I’m afraid
See him looking angry on the dais
No-one likes his jokes, they make us ill
Politicians come in many grades
He conquers but now so much is displayed
He is not so jovial on his hill
With his so called humour I’m afraid
In the Ball he think he is the belle
Britain has no comedy, it’s Hell
Politicians come in many grades
With Johnson’s antic humour I’m dismayed
Come live with me and be my help-meet now
I’ll share my bed with you and how!
If you let me love you
I’ll darn your old gloves for you..
If you come and meet me brow to brow.
Come live with me and teach me all you know
About poetic licence and Soho
I’ll mend your vacuum cleaner
And learn expressions meaner.
How cheerfully the hours to come will go,
Come live with me and be my lover true
Without one,how will ever we do?
I’ll set up model railways
And learn the Jewish weekdays
Come live with me and I will sweep your flue.
Come live with me in Norway on a fjord
I’ll mend my Canon Powershot if I’m bored.
I’ll watch the ice flowers growing
And then we must be sowing.
When will Newton’s apples strike a chord?
When we think of what’s inside our skin
The sacred heart and the most precious blood
The fire that burns alone without new wood
The still small voice, the mind and soul within
The systematic violence of our kin
The burning church, the holy books in flames
While the leaders swagger and play games
Unmoved, they kill our culture as protection
Yet the mother will protect her child
Would that we could do the same for all the world
Your love mine and all the earth’s divine
Would that we had not so long defiled.
And as the curtain falls across the stage
Would that life was real and we engaged
I dare not watch the News again today
The House of Commons deep in its own fray
Our leader is as stupid as an ox
Who thinks that he’s as cunning as a fox
We the people are at Civil War
The regime has split and rotted all our cores
Like Blake’s rose which had its sweet decay
The people are enraged about our Play
Shakespeare could not write one apposite
We cannot find a good enough play-right
The people nondescript because unknown
Biting their thin fingers to the bone.
Let somebody rid us of this rogue
Before our weak “democracy” erodes
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
Assumption is the enemy of gain
Good manners were a quality he lacked
He teeth were yellow, more, his brain was cracked
He did not leave and neither would remain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
He did not know his fantasy from fact
Upon this earth his face would bring all shame
Good manners were a quality he lacked
For my boundaries ,he’d no respect
He did not even try to entertain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
Keep a little mystery ice packed
Never tell the time nor give your name
Good manners are a quality most lack.
As Wittgenstein has mentioned, life’s a game
But time flows on so we can’t play again
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
His manners turned to malice , Facebook tracked
Life is movement life is song and word
We try to capture life in all its forms
Life is wild as tigers,sweet as birds
Life is what we get yet don’t deserve
The birth of infants and the food of worms
Life is movement life is song and word
Life is not what’s said but what we heard
Grace comes down like leaves as Autumn turns
Life is wild as tigers,small as birds
Like a boiling pot that must be stirred
We need to watch for only then we learn
Life is movement life is song and word
Love comes to the empty, is not earned
The heart like Joan of Arc is made to burn
Life archaic , everlasting curves
Of our empty fantasy we’re shorn
Like the fields of wheat and barley corn
Life is movement life is song and word
Life is a wild melody lovelorn
Another Autumn comes ,I see damp snails
Boris Kemal Johnson hits the roof
Brexit and its battles , he may fail
A carnivore, he leaves bloody trails
And he rarely tells the honest truth
Another Autumn comes with spiralled snails
Is it just bad luck we should bewail?
He does not seem a leader but a spoof
Brexit and its battles , he may fail
Now the media float in Autumn gales
The people read but is there any truth?
Another Autumn comes with flying snails
Jews attacked in Hertfordshire,I pale.
The baby’s pram was knocked about, oh grief!
Brexit and its battles let them fail
Anger,rage and violence hard to soothe
Jesus is a shadow, evil looms
Another Autumn comes , are we the snails?
Brexit and its battles , will we fail ?

I realise it did not tell men how to keep warm in winter.It might be easier for them if they can buy trousers made of wool or thick cord.And we have heard that policeman wear tights under their trousers! You can get long legged underpants and woollen vests
With a shirt and jumper and a warm coat,you will be quite hot.
That is the problem.If you have central heating and a car you don’t have to stand at a bus stop in icy winds.
If you dress warmly and then go into a shop like M&S it can be uncomfortable.I nearly fainted once.
Don’t wear a balaclava especially if there is no backstop
I wanted to knit a boiled wool coat but the wool would not fit in my pan.
I see all the trousers are 7/8 th long this autumn.I measured mine but the length was not divisible by 8.But if say they were 32 inches I would have to cut off 4 inches,But then I’d have to make a hem.So better cut off only 3 inches
I can’t see very well.I use easy thread needles but if only they could thread themselves
Then once your trousers are shorter it highlights your ankles.
So you need ankle boots or some beautiful socks.
So I shall not be bothering with this.
Then orange is the “in” colour.Well, it does nothing for me unless it’s the sky at sunset
I saw a nice looking winter coat for £79.But it is polyester.Will it keep it keep me warm?
My central heating is not working.I have no car.I need a coat made of wool.Or down filled
I have my fab coat from 2005.That is that.
Yet in autumn women seem to need a new garment to mark the new school year.Also it’s when many couples decide to divorce
You need something suitable for collecting a child from school and also for seeing a solicitor.
Well, athleisure seems to be in but I doubt if solicitors know that.And don’t buy a cheap suit.Just buy a gigantic colourful scarf from TKMaxx and wrap it round your head, neck and chest.They may think you are a Muslim trying to hide your ethnic dress.
But it covers up your worn out clothes.
Is it a good idea? I don’t know as I can’t get a divorce now.
Don’t you think it’s cruel to stop widows from divorcing before they go to heaven?
It is only when men die you see all their flaws.Like dying before their wives!
And remember this.You may buy a coat and shorten your trousers
but Boris Johnson is still PM of a cruelly divided UK
And he’s made it infinitely worse in the last week aided by his henchmen
So get warm clothes and pray.And help your neighbours.Even if they are from Europe/