Seeing You and Your Mustache on Trump and Kushner's Board of Peace Stage

 When I heard Trump, standing on the stage with all the jokers on his Zionist son-in-law's deceptively named "Board of Peace" say that you have billions of dollars and could sit here, there or anywhere you want to sit, I laughed. The lion of the jungle sleeps anywhere he wants to sleep, but you don't have billions of dollars and you ain't a lion. You're a pussy cat. If you've fooled Trump into thinking you've got billions of dollars, then I would happily bow to your cleverness.

Of course, I know very well that you are a liar, so it wouldn't surprise me if you'd lied to him. I certainly wondered whether you could beg or borrow a billion dollars from your brother-in-law in Dubai to join the Board of Peace, but I doubt it. Did you actually have to give or promise Trump the billion dollars he wants from each BOP member to have the pleasure of sitting on a stage with the Zionist pigs who have genocided well over 200,000 Palestinians including at least 20,000 children and destroyed Gaza? Do you honestly support the plan of Trump and his real estate buddies and son-in-law and dirty Mohammed bin Zayed of pouring cement over the dead bodies of children, women, the elderly and whole families to turn Gaza into a fancy hotel and casino resort on the Mediterranean Sea?

I doubt you are amongst those blackmailed by Epstein since you're shy about being naked and well aware of espionage tactics. I don't believe you would participate in his pedophile pursuits. I do suspect that you've been blackmailed by Israel for financial corruption, however, since Jewish bankers run the financial world. You and your entire family have been stealing the wealth of Bahrain for a long time.

And, of course, I know you were coerced by the U.S. to participate with others in the fake coup attempt in Bahrain in 1981. The Reagan administration had multiple purposes for helping do what Carter refused, specifically use you to blame and demonize Iran. The Navy wanted more power, the Juffair base for free since it would be, in fact, protecting the power of your family, just as the Brits had done before they supposedly pulled their military out. 

           (It was a coincidence that I was tutoring students at the DOD school in 1980 and '81 when Senator Ted Kennedy was complaining about the U.S. paying for use of the Juffair Base in Bahrain when we weren't there defending America. It's funny that the payment was just a few million dollars for renting the base, a drop into the Al Khalifa bucket. It should've been a fee for service! Now it's paid to U.S. military industries, isn't it?)

So here we are now. Your dyed hair and mustache on the stage made you look like Hercules Poirot in the small photos posted on Twitter, except that Poirot covered his bald head with a hat while you've taken a different route. All the rest of the men on stage had their hands at their sides while you clasped your hands together in front of you. I wondered if the grip was tight from embarassment from Trump calling attention to you and your imaginary billions.

I almost felt sorry for you, for the little show you're putting on to support our murderous pedophile president/dictator when surely you despise him. I continue to find it hard to believe the depths you've gone to, your own debasement in joining the Kushner/Trump "No Peace for Palestine" accords and now the signing on to this phony plan to make Trump the king of the world. You appointed yourself king of a tiny island (albeit a strategic island in the Persian Gulf) but you've now helped him appoint himself the king who seeks to destroy the United Nations and appoint his ugly daughter Ivanka as queen of the world when he drops dead.

(By the way, do you think Trump is going to save you if Bahrain is attacked because you allowed the use of the island for the U.S. and Israel to bomb Iran, including the use of Juffair Naval Base and the Shaikh Isa AirBase? He won't.)

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Happy 76th Birthday with some remembrances

 Well, it's that time again. Another year of life has passed and you've just turned 76 years old. How do you feel? Do you look back on your life each year on your birthday?

Can you look back to 1965 when we met? To spring1966 when I had to leave Bahrain because I would graduate that June from high school in the U.S. and you had to return to the U.K. for your next school term there? 

Do you remember that you and I had to take separate flights out of Bahrain to London because your late father, may he rest in peace, had found out we were madly in love and it was an unwelcome complication for the Al Khalifa regime? Do you remember how we'd settled into a deeper relationship while staying at the Dorchester? Do you remember how Uncle Shaikh Khalifa arrived to lay down the law, to force me to return to the U.S. earlier than we'd planned?

Every year on your birthday, when I write to you, I look back on our history over many years. No matter how I feel about what you've become, my memories from those days still bind me to you. I wasn't just a passing fling, no matter the efforts of some in your family to downgrade me and the words you slung at me in our last meeting. We loved each other. We were lovers. Every time we met again over the years renewed love, even the last time when you said that you didn't have time to fall in love with me again. 

There's a quote which I believe. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. This year, which is my 77th, I remember that you are the only man who ever truly loved me. I wish you a very happy birthday.

#Bahrain #HamadBinIsaAlKhalifa #FirstLove #TrueLove #Birthdays

#TheDorchesterHotel #London

Historic Partnership

So you were thanking a U.S. Codel of Republican lawmakers on the Senate Armed Services Committee including Zionist Tom Cotton. Are you aware that dirty warmonger and Islamophobe is the deeper Republican leadership's selection to run with Marco Rubio in the 2028 election. Perhaps you remember Cotton shown in a famous photograph as the U.S. soldier standing in front of a large cache of Iraq's gold which would be stolen to benefit off-books ops?

The article I just read in the News of Bahrain website, dated 1 January 2026, and the impetus for this post, said that you aspire to strengthen and advance relations with the U.S. in all levels. I laughed.

You also reviewed the longstanding relations between the two countries and praised the role of the American community in Bahrain and its contributions to various areas of development. I laughed again.

Perhaps you've forgotten my own historic role and contributions in various areas of development? Let's see some dates: 1965, 1966, 1972, 1975, 1980, 1981.

And then there my photos, letters, videos, diaries, songs and books which document some of my historic role. Does that make you laugh? You were so nervous that I would betray you or your trust by publishing any of them, but I didn't because that's never been who I am. Some of my thoughts connected to our history have been published in this format, but it's not the New York Times, is it? It's never been the tabloids, has it? Not once. 

I'm patient. I'm waiting for you to keep your promises to me because you want to keep them, not because I make your name public in a displeasing way. Have you noticed? I do my job of deflecting from history and soap opera by smacking you on Twitter. It's an indication that there must be some historical relationship, but not the depth of it. I hope it makes you laugh.

#Bahrain #HamadBinIsaAlKhalifa #SeattleLady

Nothing Is Ever Finished

 I was 17 and you were 16 when we were first in 1966 London together at the Dorchester Hotel after we left Bahrain in September on separate planes, both of us returning to school. I went back to Washington for a few months and then, a few days after my 18th birthday in Seattle,  you cabled me that a ticket for my return to London had been arranged.

I was tonight watching a movie about a writer named Colette, thinking about my early writing, about the gold dress I'd brought from Beirut and wore one evening when you and I and Danny O'Leary and your cousins went to Annabel's for dinner and disco dancing.

I was upset about Christine, a blonde German floozy who sat at our table and made googly eyes at you as we ate avocado pears with a piquant dressing. Later you danced with her on the tiny tiled floor and told me that it was a social necessity. 

Now I'm thinking again and this came to me while I washed my hands in the kitchen:

        You were fucking her when I was away.

         Of course you were, clear as night and day.

         I was 18 and unaware.

          She was in her 30s and couldn't care

          That you were a child

           Running amok, thinking you were wild.

           

Then there would be a war

            And Uncle, Shaikh Khalifa showed me the door.

           

Honestly, I need to find my diaries from those early days and link them to the wars which always happened in the years between our visits. We need to get together again to stop the wars. It's a bit Vonnegut. When will we next meet?

            

#Bahrain #HamadBinIsaAlKhalifa #CrownPrinceHamad #Annabels #DannyOLeary #TheDorchester #London #Seattle #ShaikhKhalifaBinSalmanAlKhalifa #LongestServingUnelectedPrimeMinister

         

     

Worthless Men

Sometimes women love worthless men. Men who lie to them. Men who break promises to them. Men who put them in mortal danger, like you did to me. Men who don't have the fortitude to make things right.

Shaikh Khalifa put my life in danger, in grave danger, sending a goon to bribe the guard at Rainbow Flats, a goon who tried to break into the apartment Major Johnson had told me to rent, not telling me that most of those apartments were rented to whores.

Ali's father, the aging Salim with pearls and wisdom, with whom I sat in the court complex many days listening to history and stories related to my doctoral thesis, listened as I told him about that goon, what the goon had said to me as he tried to break down the apartment door, how frightened I was that your private secretary had suggested I stay in a place of such ill repute and danger. 

Ali's father, an important man during Belgrave's years, not only listened to my fears, but having his own daughters, knowing how vulnerable I was, he cared enough about my well-being to take action, to try and protect me from the Al Khalifas. He asked Ali to help me get out of Rainbow Flats into safety in an empty apartment across from Ali's. It was natural to take comfort in safety and to trust.

Salim was not a worthless man. He saw a young woman working on a worthy goal, a scholar, being harassed by a man who'd twice run her out of London. Do you remember when Shaikh Khalifa did that? Twice. Does it surprise you to know that he'd put me in danger in order to get me off the island and away from you one more time?

Khalid said to me in my last moments leaving your old office at the BDF, walking through his office to return to Adliya and get out of Bahrain before Ali found out that I'd named him as the father of my unborn child, when I didn't even know if it was true but needed to escape from both of you, "It's fine if you want to blame me for Hamad's decisions to end support for your studies at SOAS, and for anything else that you think I did rather than he did."

So I blamed Shaikh Khalifa because of my history with him. I always wanted to find you blameless, but now, knowing how little you care for the lives of others, I've begun to wonder if it was you who sent the goon to Rainbow Flats. After all, it was your private secretary who sent me there, wasn't it?

Worthless men. They may have power, fame, worldly unearned wealth, but they're worthless when one gets to the heart of them.

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Nothing Is Ever Finished

 I learned today that the Holy Koran says "Nothing is ever finished." I was thinking that -- for my sister Laurie, whose memory is failing fast due to a neurological condition and who does not have letters, photos and diaries -- I would write some pieces about life and events in 1965 and 1966 when my family lived in Bahrain. Those were very important years in her life and mine, the memories of which are deep and lasting. For her, it is the story of her star-crossed relationship with your good friend at the time, Farouk Algosaibi, now gone, may he rest in peace. For her, that story is not finished and there may be parts which will surprise you.

Of course such an ambition to write again quickly led to thoughts of you, and of our young love and the years of love which followed, and of the fact that there seemed to be a war in West Asia, aka the Middle East, in between the times we resumed where we had stopped due to our circumstances and of being star-crossed lovers. I wrote journals during all those years, as a historian, but unpublished. Nothing is ever finished.

It is now 44 years since I've seen you in person and 60 years since we fell in love. Wars have abounded. Wars never finish, really. They are re-fought in military colleges. They resume on land and sea, although boundaries may change while the grudges linger on.

There was a 12-day war in June this year when Israel and the U.S. attacked Iran and were surprised by the strength of Iran's response. Trump sat on his gold toilet tweeting about it during the nights while Netanyahu begged him to declare a ceasefire after Tel Aviv suffered a few serious strikes, let alone the blow to egos.

There is an ongoing Israeli genocide enabled and supported by Biden and Trump, their European allies and with the aid of the cowardly Persian Gulf dictators like you, betraying the Palestinians and Palestine. The horrific, unspeakable genocide is daily murdering your Arab brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, teenagers, little children, toddlers, babies and the unborn still in their mothers' wombs. 

Isn't the death of a family in a tent set afire in the night by a missile or drone as unconscionable as Nazi's poisonous gas pumped into a closed room? Isn't the starvation and denial of water and medical care of 100s of 1,000s of your Arab brethren as unconscionable as the Nazi experiments on Jews and gypsies and homosexuals? Have you once looked at the photos of the children blackened by the soot running barefoot in the rubble to escape a Jew with a sniper rifle or a tank? At the photos of children with their limbs hanging? Of the little girl thrown against a concrete wall by a shell, her dead body stuck on that wall? Of rows of dead infants left to die in incubators after the fucking Israelis killed the doctors, nurses and staff, then shut off the electricity? Of the 100s of blue plastic bags filled with dead children waiting to be buried?

Do you want the baby killers to own Gaza, the West Bank and Jordan and parts of Syria and all of Lebanon and maybe a chunk of Egypt and the part of Arabia named by the Al Sauds? 

Do you think Bahrain is going to escape unharmed if the fucking Israelis use nuclear weapons in Iran because they've got away Scot free while most of the world hates them for what they have done and are still doing? Scientists in Bahrain are already testing the air for nuclear fallout from the bombs dropped on Iranian nuclear sites by Israel and Trump. (According to expert nuclear physicists not owned by the U.S. deep state or the Zionists, Israel has already used small nuclear weapons with very low radiation when it bombed Beirut Port and Tartus in Syria and possibly in Yemen. As you know, they have impunity for all their crimes.)

While you've ignored the deaths of over 10,000 children, your own spawn follow in your footsteps. Your oldest son, television cameras pointed at him, microphones lined up in front of him, in his quaint British accent and a serious look on his smarmy face, condemned the Palestinians who cut through the undefended Gaza siege fence, then set about capturing Israeli military personnel and illegal colonial settlers. He did not condemn, not one word of condemnation, of the filthy pigs mass-murdering Palestinians in Gaza or setting villages on fire in the West Bank.

Why did the Palestinian militias carry out the most brilliant military operation of this century? To bargain the release of the Israelis they'd captured for the release of 1,000s of Palestinians, many innocent and not charged with any violation of code or law, being violently abused and tortured in the horrid jails and secret camps of the murderous thug Zionists. 

Accept this fact: Palestinians have the legal right to use arms for Resistance to the Occupation and Siege. 

Did you truly fall for the atrocity pornography spread by Biden and Netanyahu? Palestinians did not behead babies or bake them in ovens. They did not engage in mass rape of settler women. They fought and killed during their escape and while taking prisoners, but the Israelis killed many more Israelis under their Hannibal Directive than did the Resistance. The Israelis admit using helicopter gunships to shoot at 100s of young people trying to escape from a music festival on the Gazan border. The Israelis admit to using tanks to blow holes in houses. Palestinians had no gunships, had no tanks.

Your son Salman was so proud of himself for condemning the acts of Palestinians who'd escaped the fences built around them, escaped momentarily the siege, the withholding of food and medicine and water and building materials, who were often killed as sport by the Satanic demons with whom you signed a silly document and gave land and residency on the island of Bahrain. Salman's pride never ends, does it? 

Are you similarly proud? Do you think your abject betrayal of humanity for a bit of gold and silver from the Jews and protection of your neck by the U.S. military is worth the price you and your kids pay? Do you have a plan to spend Bahrain's wealth to build a Trump hotel or casino on the Gaza shore?

I've loved four men in my life. Three of them are dead, including the father of my only child, a man who refused to recognize her, never supported her in any way, but you, the first, are still alive. 

I ask God why has He let you live? Why do I still think about you? While my love for you was deep and long, I despise what you've become even more than I despised you for your lies, your broken promises as if you believed it honorable to break them, for the wretched way you treated me in the end, for being guided by the treacherous Khalid. 

Why do I feel that our relationship is unfinished? Is it because God wants me to complete a task set over 40 years ago? Must I tell and publish the stories at long last, bring out the unfinished books I've written about you, your uncles, your parents, your brothers, the history and events surrounding the personal stories woven in the threads connecting our lives? 

I recently sang, in public, a song I wrote about you long ago and hadn't sung for over 20 years. After I sang it, two other musicians declared that it seemed to have come out of a musical theatre production. I told them that I'd actually intended it to be a part of play that I had begun writing over 40 years ago, when I was living in the grotty garret on Duke Street, St. James's, in the West End of London, maybe 20 minutes walk to our old hangout at the Dorchester.

I told them part of the story, how I'd talked with you in Fort Leavenworth after the death of King Edward VIII who'd abdicated the British throne to marry his love, Wallis Simpson. My song is called "Abdicate." Do you recall the conversation, sitting at the graduation dinner with me and others including Paul Raetz from the Command and General Staff College? Nothing is ever finished, says the Koran.

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Year of The Snake and Red Envelopes

Happy Birthday and Happy Year of The Snake!

You will be "70-something" this time, but I see no need to be specific since you forgot how old you were when we first met and fell in love and claimed it was 14 when you were nearly 16 and I was 17 a few months earlier. We carried on in between wars over the course of many years!

I play mahjongg with three Chinese ladies once a week and this week our game date falls on Wednesday, the 29th of January, which is Chinese New Year. It is celebrated in Seattle's Chinatown district with large crowds enjoying the great costumed dragons and lions and snakes in the streets, lots of red and yellow decorations and hordes of excited people waiting for the annual red envelopes with cash inside from parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, lovers and friends.

Your birthday on the 28th of January is known, on the Chinese calendar, as New Year's Eve since the Chinese New Year starts on the 29th in 2025. The Year of the Snake is a year of wisdom, intuition and transformation.

Of course, since you promised me that you'd love me forever but pushed it down to the lowest part of your heart,

promised me a villa and didn't provide it,

promised me that I'd never be without a piano and a home in which to play it and broke those promises, 

promised that you'd provide scholarship for me to have the highest educational credentials but then cut the funding in the midst of my studies and I had to leave London before I could complete it, not having the tuition for SOAS when I returned from my studies at the courts of Bahrain, 

because of the promises you made to me and then broke, I have logically concluded that you are a knowing and serial promise-breaker, lacking honor.

I hope that you do indeed acquire wisdom in the New Year, that you are transformed into a man who keeps and honors rather than breaks his word, that your word means something to you, that you have the intuition to know what you should do and then do it.

I hope that you have a lovely birthday.