Your birthday, my grandfather's birthday and my great-grandfather's wedding day

I posted this on my Twitter/X on 11 January 2024:

" A think tank piece made excuses for #Bahrain's self-declared king joining #Biden's #RedSea coalition vs #Ansarallah for blocking Israeli ships until Israel ends Gaza op. Real reason: #Iran's historical claim to #Bahrain will be raised again. #Blinken told Hamad, "Join us or them."

(The so-called think tank is Gulf State Analytics and the piece was written by Giorgio Cafieri. I told him that his piece was a nothing-burger because there was nothing in it that I didn't know. I told him that it's obvious he's a shill for MSM because he didn't include fact that you had Ebrahim Sharif arrested for publicly opposing you for putting Bahrain at risk to join Biden's folly.

I posted the below on my Twitter/X on 15 January 2024 from a YouTube video of January 14th in which great Russian philosopher Alexander Dugin was interviewed on a number of subjects including the stupid US/UK military operation against Yemen in which you agreed to take part.

I did not use Dugin's actual words because they would have triggered Twitter's algorythm for hate speech. Instead I said that Dugin had made a grim prediction. Why? He literally said that you are a "dead man walking." Of course I do not wish that you be killed or die until your time has come as God wills it. I also do not wish for my Twitter account to be suspended for what could be interpreted as such a wish.

Especially because, again this year as for the past 58 years, I wish you a happy birthday.

"Alexander Dugin on Jan 14th makes a grim prediction regarding the fate of "Amir of #Bahrain" (who calls himself king) for joining U.S. kinetics against #Yemen, which is supporting #Palestinians through unilateral blockade of Israel-connected ships in #RedSea #BabAlMandab #ArabSea."

Today I changed the words to one of the many songs that I wrote about you or our relationship. The song title is "Does My Memory Linger on?" I kept the 2 verses and the 2 choruses, but added a bridge (or a Causeway, if you prefer.) It's a waltz. We could have danced to it at Annabel's the night David Niven was there with Princess Grace and their guests sitting at a table close to us. I always loved slow dancing with you. I wrote about it in my journals.

Verse 1: What will you do - when I say goodbye to you?

What will you do - after I'm gone?

Will you erase every trace of me?

Or will my memory linger on?

Chorus 1: I tried to tell you in so many ways

A better picture I could not have drawn

Perhaps you'll remember me after I've left

And my memory lingers on.

Verse 2: Do you regret - that August day when we met?

Did I bring joy into your life?

How could you - leave me all alone

And take another for your wife?

Chorus 2: I tried to tell you in so many ways.

A better picture could never be drawn.

Perhaps you'll discover it after I've left

And my memory lingers on.

Bridge: I stood aside

when your mother chose Bride 1.

I did the same thing when you

chose Bride 2.

But when you chose 3 and 4,

I said no more,

And hope my memory lingers on.

My goodness. This morning I got an email from the DNA and Ancestry provider telling me that the 28th of January 1891 was the birthday of my late maternal grandfather. Historically, his family came to America on the Mayflower! I learned that fact this summer when my daughter took me to Salt Lake City for my 75th birthday wish and I spent long days doing family research. Today I also found out that my great, great maternal grandfather was married on the 28th of January. Isn't that an interesting set of facts? Three men in my life had a connection to January 28th: you and two maternal grandfathers.

Meanwhile, I was wondering if you do the same things as your father did when he was the Amir. Do you sit in a chair under an umbrella on the beach looking through binoculars at the young girls and their mothers in their bikinis? Do you send trays of cold Pepsi and Fanta to them? Do you send little plates to them with small pieces of Sara Lee banana cake? Is the beach (where your first speedboat sank because you left the bilge open) still open only to white people from Britain, Europe and the U.S.? Is the vintage video jukebox still in that palace? Are you still entertaining at Safriyya?

No matter. I hope you had a happy birthday. For one day, I will spare you from my political advice and commentary, as my gift to you.

#Bahrain #HamadbinIsaAlkhalifa #KingHamad

DNA

I finally did one of the well-known DNA tests and am allowing the publication of results. There was nothing surprising in them, all European.

My daughter has agreed to do the same, but hers should be half European and half Arab. 

Have you done a DNA test? If you haven't, will you please do one and allow the results to be made public?

Have a lovely day.

#DNA

Update 8/23/19
Thank you for asking (alleged) oldest son to do the DNA test, at least I assume that's how it happened when he told her to use an alias for the test, too. 

I don't think that I was ever more grateful in my life than a couple weeks ago when the results came in and I found out that she does not have a lying, bonesaw-loving, murderous dictator for a father. It's ironic as Hell that I lied to you about the seminal matter during the "confession" you wrought from me, telling Johnson later that almost everything that I told you was true, but that you would discover the big lie if you'd taped the conversation and heard my hesitancy in answering that critical question.

Of course I wish that I'd not relied upon the doctors (two different doctors, the first in Bahrain and the second in London) for the due date. I also wish that I hadn't convinced myself that you were the father of my child, most likely based on my desire (and plan) to have your child because I'd loved you for so long, even though I knew you would not like it. I truly thought that I'd be leaving the island before you found out and had no plan to tell you. The fact that you "recognize a pregnant mare" when you see one and that you saw me at the race track gate the day your new track opened, driving your car with the then crown price of Morocco, put paid to my plan to leave with my pregnancy undetected. Your summons was quick.

Of course, you had no idea that I'd previously been threatened by Ali and the dire situation I found myself in after my "non-coerced confession" was signed and witnessed in the U.S. Consulate. My guess is that you still don't, but Khalid the monster fixed that on my way through his office after exiting yours with his announce that Ali had murdered his first wife in Morocco. 

So, the matter is still sticky, but the relief that you are not related to my child is consoling. Ali has no idea, especially as he didn't believe that he was the father, the reason for his threat that he couldn't be responsible for what he'd do if I named him.

My escape was good because of that confession, but my fear -- that you'd take my child and cause her to spend her life in Arabia or harm her -- only ended recently, with the DNA news.

I didn't believe the person claiming to be your number one son was the same person in touch with my daughter. Why? Because he never made an attempt to meet her in person. Now I've changed my mind since he suggested they will meet when she returns to Britain. Of course it could be more Al Khalifa lies and promises, but the DNA news is not a lie.