IL MONDO

 A soft, whiny voice sang the Italian classic song "Il Mondo" during the Closing Ceremony of the Olympics. As I've loved that song since 1966 when you gave me a 45rpm record of it sung by Emilio Pericoli when we were in London together after we both left Bahrain, before I was sent away. I brought the record back to Washington and played it on an endless loop until one of my brothers took it off the record player and hid it when I wasn't looking. I never found it.

Years later, the young Italian trio, Il Volo, recorded it and they taped a performance on our Public Broadcasting System during the twice-yearly PBS fundraising campaign. I fell in love with their version, waiting for the reruns of that program. Those three young men, now at least 10 years older, have made signing that song a part of every performance.

I've since learned how to find the lyrics, find the translations, find out who else sings it and ... sing it myself with my guitar. I prefer it in Italian but today I heard a version sung many years ago by Engelbert Humperdinck with a translation I don't believe, as if it's a love song, rather than a love and lost love song.

The performance during the Olympics today had me once again looking for the more beautiful version sung by Il Volo as well as an impulse to log in here and write a bit about the melody of this song which has always tugged at my heartstrings. I used to cry and cry as I felt that we were ripped apart by your family, at the realization that we were star-crossed lovers. I don't cry about it any longer, but I remember, when I let myself, that there was a time when I thought my world had ended.

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.)

#Bahrain #HamadBinIsaAlKhalifa #KingHamad #DonaldTrump #BoardofPeace #JaredKushner #IvankaTrump #Israel #Gaza #Palestine #Palestinians #MediterraneanSea #Epstein #EpsteinFiles #UAE #Dubai #AbuDhabi #RonaldReagan #JimmyCarter #1981BahrainCoup #Iran #USNavy #Juffair #ShaikhIsaAirBase #HerculesPoirot #SenatorTedKennedy #Twitter #TwitterX

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