It is reported that Packer won over $33 million in a week playing at the MGM Grand Casino instantly making him one of the most famous Australian gamblers. Another one of his famous wins came while playing a high-stakes game of baccarat where he won 20 hands in a row. Packer placed a wager of $155,000 on each hand. He passed away in 2005, having built a fortune of $6.5 billion.
Travelled first thing from Ramallah to Nablus but oh dear were delayed cos checkpoint not open so onto the next one and no one there (all Israeli soldiers absent) so onto next one queued for 35 minutes, onto next one and it was closed by orange gate to stop anyone and only soldiers or settlers have a key: so an hour late we finally reached Nablus to be welcomed by Father Jamil …
.but oh no the soldiers have just cut the electricity three minutes ago so we all grovelled about in the restrooms in Stygian gloom! Sigh! Fortunately coffee had been made earlier in flasks so we gulped down very strong Arabic thimble fulls, ate crumbly hard biscuits and heard how Jamil is an Arab, Palestinian, Christian, born in Jenin so has an ID of a West Banker….(Hope you got all that?) married to an Israeli, Arab, Palestinian Christian from Nazareth (which gives her an Israeli ID cos she is not from the West Bank)
Their daughter carries an Israeli ID so can travel most places as can her mum but her dad cannot ….if they go to Jordan for church events dad has to go south across the Allenby/ King Hussein Bridge and mum and daughter have to use the northern bridge and then all the family meets up in Jordan.
When daughter needed her childhood vaccines no point getting one from Palestinian health authority cos their certificate isn’t accepted by Israel. Long journey involving various checkpoints, scrimmaging illegally across some fields to avoid soldiers and flying checkpoints, getting to a doctor in Nazareth for injection and certificate, all of which takes 7 hours then 7 hours home again. How can this be right?
St Luke’s parish church where Jamil is the priest runs a kindergarden next door where his wife teaches the 50 local kids from a very poor neighbourhood. The Israeli Jewish soldiers most nights raid the Old City where the kids live (both Muslims and Christians) and arrest their dad or big brother, grandad or uncle. Daytime raids too but with kindergarden and church just nearby, the soldiers chuck some tear gas, sound bombs and stun grenades into the playground………photo below shows some Jamil has collected. The kids have to run out of school and either dash upstairs to the church or run into the rectory to get away from the teargas ……How can this be right?….
Jacob’s Well is famous for the account of Jesus asking a Samaritan woman for a drink of water….shocking on two counts: Jesus talks to a lone woman and she is a ‘woman with a reputation’ which is why she comes at midday to fill her water pots and shock horror she is a Samaritan and so considered a foreigner! The godly orthodox priest was elderly and faithful here but one night a crazed settler attacked him with an axe and cut up his body into 36 pieces ……… we spoke long and hard in our team re ‘the cost of discipleship’ (Bonhoeffer’s book).
Across the road from Jacob’s Well is Balata refugee camp once renown for producing fearless fighters, suicide bombers and young men who paraded with guns and masks. Told today they were ‘old stereotypes’ (!) we walked through the refugee camp and were met with nothing but smiles, shouts of welcome, eagerness to talk with us. A relaxed and warm hospitality and …….horses! The cars are parked in the narrow streets overnight but the horses? Ah …..they sleep in the homes with the families!
Balata is a densely populated refugee camp with 8 people to one metre but even if they could afford to build or rent elsewhere if they leave the camp they lose their status as refugees and they all hope the UN resolution for the Return of Refugees to their own homes will one day be implemented under international law…… 3 generations have lived here since 1948 …….waiting to return home. How can that be right? Some of the older people even have the keys of their home tied round their necks or in their pocket, waiting for the day when justice and peace dawn and they are allowed back to their own home.
Dear Lord, may that day dawn filled with rejoicing and a new beginning and may it be soon for the people of the West Bank, for those in refugee camps, for those existing in the horror of Gaza, for Israeli Palestinians in Nazareth and elsewhere, for all God’s children in this troubled, beautiful, desperate and yet hopeful land. Please keep them all in your prayers, with love from Nichola
“Two years before his (A J Ayer) death1…he managed…. To rescue the supermodel Naomi Campbell from the unwanted attentions of Mike Tyson. Tyson informed Ayer, in rather strong words, he was the world heavyweight champion. Ayer replied, and I am the former Wykeham Professor of Logic. We are both pre-eminent in our field: I suggest that we talk about this like rational men.”
Note
1 He was 75 years old at the time
Source Nikhil Krishnan A Terribly Serious Adventure: Philosophy at Oxford 1900-60 pp307-8
On May 2nd 2011,1 Obama watched Osama bin Laden being assassinated. Fourteen people watched the snuff movie with him,
President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden, along with with members of the national security team, receive an update on the mission against Osama bin Laden in the Situation Room of the White House, May 1, 2011. Please note: a classified document seen in this photograph has been obscured. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
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President Obama said,
“Bin Laden was not a Muslim leader; he was a mass murderer of Muslims. Indeed, al Qaeda has slaughtered scores of Muslims in many countries, including our own. So, his demise should be welcomed by all who believe in peace and dignity.”2
The September 2001 massacres were a humiliation for America. They wanted vengeance.3 Their template was Dirty Harry4 (see Addendum). He was a fictional all-action policeman and featured in several films in the 1970s and 80s. Obama was a teenager then and was probably influenced by the gung-ho tropes.
Obama and the American public felt entitled to assassinate Osama.5 Obama gloried in the assassination. Assassination became a political policy and triumph. Osama was a terrorist mastermind but not unique. Did Obama’s peace and dignity imply a universal justification for assassinating people like Osama? If so, that’s inconvenient for American statesmen, including him.6
Currently America is sinking small boats because they say that the sailors are narco-terrorists.. Vice-president Vance said, with classic American hubris, “…that he did not even care if people call it a war crime,”7 demonstrating the mentality of the American government. War crimes are a suitable American policy because they aren’t really war crimes. American Exceptionalism relieves Americans from moral considerations.
Vance and Hegseth glorify illegal actions with childish reductionist rhetoric. This amounts to no more than,
‘I do it because I can. So, what! What can you do about it?’
They don’t prove drugs are on board because evidence is irrelevant. What matters is that the boats are sunk as a military PR stunt. If drugs were on the boats they could easily be intercepted using overwhelming American naval resources. Drugs aren’t the point. What matters is demonstrating American power.
Destroying boats and killing Latin Americans is machismo politics – it’s a Dirty Harry foreign policy. The importance of tiny boats in the supply of drugs to the gigantic American drug market is wildly implausible. Most illegal drugs are Chinese and Mexican and are imported by US citizens,
“Roughly 70% of all offenders were U.S. citizens, and almost half (49.4%) had little or no prior criminal history.”8
Obama’s elegant rhetoric and Vance’s boorish abuse are the same. Both believe that extra-judicial murder is OK when America does it.
Addendum: The ‘do you feel lucky punk’ quote
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Did he fire six shots or only five?’ Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do you, punk?
I love kebabs, they give you all that meat, that saturated fat, and they give you that little bit of salad. What’s that, the healthy section? Never see a drunk do that, do you? “Where’s me salad! What you trying to do, kill me?”
During the war my father worked brutal hours building bombers. He worked for 20 days and then had a day off. His shifts were 12 hours on, 12 off, which alternated every 20 days between days and nights. He made good wages because he was paid union rates, which included overtime. In 1945 his wages plummeted when he returned to building sites.
I was born in 1945 and mum stayed at home until I was seven, then she went to work. That’s when I became a Latch Key Kid.
A ‘latch key kid’ had the door key on a string round their neck. When you got home you came into an empty house. As I couldn’t reach the lock, my dad built me a box, which I stood on. It was understood that if there was a problem, that I should go next door. Obviously there were other places as well. For example, my friends’ mums invited me in. But it was difficult to go every day. So, I didn’t.
The national press were against ‘latch key kids’ because it meant mothers weren’t doing their ‘job’. It was assumed ‘latch key kids’ were neglected and a symptom of the breakdown of society. It was also assumed it was a sign of grinding poverty, which wasn’t the case with us. Although we were poor, we always, as the saying goes, ’had food on the table’. People in grinding poverty didn’t eat every day. ‘Latch key kids’ like me were accepted. I was never bullied but we were seen as very ‘poor’. I was a ‘latch key kid because my mum was aspirational.
Part of the stigma was that mum was seen to be failing. There were ferocious expectations. My dad hated the fact that mum went to work and what was worse, she went for money. But the war had changed everything. Mum was keen to ‘get on’ and achieve things. This meant that I had to grow up and take responsibility for myself.
Children weren’t pampered by over-anxious parents. Protective micro-managing of children would have been laughable.
‘Taking a child to school. You must be mad! Why? Are you afraid of kidnapping’?
And, of course, that is exactly what people nowadays are frightened of. There’s an assumption of disaster, mayhem and chaos. Parents live in a state of terror. Trivialities like crime data are dismissed and people use very rare incidents to prove that they must take their children to school. Rare events are believed to be commonplace.
A ’latch key kid’ in Leeds in the 1950s came back to a freezing cold house during the winter. We had ‘proper’ winters in those days, with many days of snow, frosty days and bleak slab gray skies with drizzle. I made a coal fire but it was slow to warm the house. My mum baked a lot and so there was often a scone, or a piece of cake left out for me. Failing that there was home baked bread which was sliced ready for me. Obviously we didn’t have a fridge and so butter was on the table….in summer it was very, very soft.
There are no infallible ways of bringing up a child. A 2025 version of a ‘latch key kid’ would attract hostile attention. A child aged seven not being picked up from school by an adult….Shock, Horror!
The past is a different country; they do things differently there.1