Friday, 22 May 2015

Fear itself

Again, yet again. Saw a blog post about a subject of interest to me, found, from my perspective, at least two levels of hypocrisy in it, as well as feeling a good deal of anger about so-called 'liberals' wanting a child to have been thrown to the wolves of the 'abuse industry', wanted to blog about it in my turn. But, when it came to the crunch, I chickened out. After five years and more, why should I give a shit about what 'they' think? But still I find myself hamstrung by the fear of putting my head above the parapet. If I can't say what I think, what's the point? But, then, that's the question I could ask about my life in general. What's the point?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B


  1. The point? Your loving daughter! All of your friends, even if some of us are 3000 miles away. And eye candy! Always eye candy!

    Peace <3

    1. Hello Jay
      K will be gone soon enough, off to live her life, and quite right too. And I do appreciate your friendship, and that of others. But beyond's all pretty dark.

      Love & best wishes
      Sammy B