This drawing is a gift for my best friend @dark-angel-m-p In Digital version. She loves Yusa, Yusaku kawaii I did it with all my love for her.

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This drawing is a gift for my best friend @dark-angel-m-p In Digital version. She loves Yusa, Yusaku kawaii I did it with all my love for her.
Historia de un Ángel negro
Soy un Ángel que Dios ha encomendado una misión importante, cuidar de aquellas almas que estén sufriendo y mostrarles el camino correcto hacia la luz, esta misión era de vital importancia pero tenía un riesgo, evitar tener sentimientos más allá de la empatía con un humano, si eso llegará a suceder este Ángel sería convertido en un Ángel caído y su penitencia sería ver sufrir a todos debido a su fracaso...
Si están interesados en saber a detalle la historia de este Ángel negro comenten que es lo que piensan que sucederá después
We Live In Interesting Times
In the late 80's I was in a curry house in Lisson Grove (London) with my then long term girlfriend when two skinheads and a girl they were with, who were sitting next to us, started trouble. They refused to pay the bill and the attitude was - "what are you gonna do about it?", and then finally, "Well come on then". There were two Bengali waiters in attendance and they were tiny. As if from afar, I saw myself getting up and heard the disembodied words "I'll fucking come on then", and out we piled onto the street. At first not many punches were landed. By a strange coincidence the entire cast of 'Eastenders' had been inside, I suppose they must have been filming nearby. Probably not wanting to end up in the papers they trooped out and for a glorious moment I felt I was on the winning side of bar brawl in a Wild West saloon, that turned out to be an illusion, the cast quickly departed. By this time a third passing skinhead had joined in and although I didn't see it, was setting about Jade, she took punches to the stomach. I was repeatedly kicking the larger of the two original thugs in the bollocks but he did not appear to feel it. He must have been very drunk. Rather than having a final result, everybody was exhausted and went their ways. Jade and I went back to our table. Then a brick came through the window. Naturally our bill was waived. The whole experience was intense.
Roll forward a few years to 2002 and I won't say I found myself on the other side of the argument, but living and working in central London I noticed a large and steady influx of immigrants and my attitude was unsupportive. Not so much for the day to day experience but for the implications. It was not difficult to see that it would eventually lead to population increase and probably ecological damage to a small country. I remember seeing a BBC News report that the immigration figures to the UK for (2004?) were 450,000. The presenter swivelled her eyes left and right as if to register shock - and that was it, no report, no story, no comment. Turning to the media for discussion I found nothing much. Tony Blair's open door immigration policy was in operation and simultaneously political correctness was at its absolute height. Immigration was not to be discussed or opposed in the media on pain of banishment.
I don't know that I became Alf Garnett - more Victor Meldrew. My argument was never with people who came, it was always with cowardly politicians who refused to take people's concerns seriously. I was particularly infuriated by the self-regarding do gooders on the Left who administered immigration like so many doses of castor oil, fanatically convinced that the results could only be positive. Perhaps not surprisingly my concerns increasingly centred on Islamic fundamentalism and how it was being managed.
A few more years down the line and I am delighted to see proper discussions taking place. Islamism is a global problem that we have imported and exacerbated, and it will get worse (especially in Britain) before it gets better. Yet I am hopeful. There are now a number of highly intelligent and incredibly brave commentators who are influential, for example Maajid Nawas and Douglas Murray, who probably agree and disagree on equally many things. My views are not set in stone but when courageous and intelligent people are able to have a well publicised voice we all benefit.
Once again thanks to Maajid for showing me the difference between Islam and Islamism. One of those distinctions which may seem obvious but for me is profound.
Queen of the Babylonian Night