More infamous diaries

[Mike Covell]

Source, http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7386496.stm


An Arab newspaper has published what it says are excerpts from diaries written by the ousted Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein while in captivity.
The extracts printed in Al-Hayat portray a man who never seems to have stopped believing in himself as a historic leader.
Al-Hayat said it had obtained extracts from the handwritten memoirs, which the paper said ran to five big volumes.
Saddam Hussein was ousted in 2003 and executed three years later.
No remorse
Some of the entries were signed "Saddam Hussein, President and Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces".
The language he uses often suggests a leader addressing the nation, and frequently he urges the Iraqis - as he did during his trial - to unite and resist the US-led occupation.
He quotes from the Koran a great deal and describes the Iranians as a greater danger to Iraq and the Gulf Arabs than Israel.
On the other hand, his love poems - addressed to an anonymous woman - show a mawkish sentimentality not uncommon among adolescents suffering the first pangs of unrequited love.
There are a few mundane details about his health checks and what he says is his fear of catching HIV if his clothes were hung to dry next to those of his American guards.
But nowhere to be seen in the extracts is any sense of remorse or self-examination. This leaves the reader of Saddam's diaries with a strong impression that may perhaps be aptly summed up in the words of US novelist F Scott Fitzgerald: "The secret griefs of wild unknown men... or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."

[Mike Covell]

Here are a few links to the Hitler Diaries,

Crime Library,
http://www.crimelibrary.com/criminal_mind/scams/hitler_diaries/index.html

Crime Library,
http://www.crimelibrary.com/criminal_mind/forensics/literary/6.html

Wikipedia,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hitler_Diaries

Museum of Hoaxes,
http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/Hoaxipedia/Hitler_Diaries/

[Mike Covell]

Here is a news report regarding Jeffery Archer,

BBC
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/1364240.stm

"jeffery Archer Lord of the Lies"
http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G1-76645100.html

[Mike Covell]

One only has to type "Fake Diaries" into the search bar to discover that not all diaries are fake, but they are becoming an art form!

People are setting up bloggs of famous people, and trying to paint a picture of what there life must be like, from sporting personalities to musicians and film stars. Someone has even created one for PDiddy's Mother!!

There are even diaries set up, which are real in the form of bloggs which have been called "Art", and one blogger Lonleygirl15 has created an online diary so intresting people are arguing over it's autheniticty.

I will post links to real diaries also...

[Chris G.]

Here is a news report regarding Jeffery Archer,

BBC
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/1364240.stm

"jeffery Archer Lord of the Lies"
http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G1-76645100.html

The Love Song of Lord Jeffrey Archer

Let us go then, you and I,
When my reputation is laid out in the tabloids,
All my possessions, all my books, on Sotheby's block,
Let us go through the Elizabethan streets,
Filled with winebars and shish-kebob treats,
Boulevards that wend like a Labour politician's argument
Of lame intent
To lead you to that overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, ‘Who was Lord Jeffrey Archer?’
It's time for our departure.

In the mews, the paparazzis come and go
With the politeness of Charles Guiteau.

The yellow journalist who sticks his nose in my Windows,
The yellow dog who slobbers as he accesses my billet doux,
Who sticks nicotined fingers into the corners of my life,
Lingers over each indiscretion that colors me like a stain,
Let spill upon the mat the morning headlines,
‘Lord Jeffrey's Pinched Again!’ The glare of strobes,
Journalists ensconced on my doorstep,
Microphones and lenses thrust in my face,
All to record my latest misstep,
To chronicle his lordship's peccadilloes.
I wish I could climb Parliament's stairs,
Slip by the terrace, make a sudden leap,
And end it all in the Thames' muddy depths.
Instead, I down another whisky and fall asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the shadowy bounders who creep along my street,
Trailing their notebooks and cameras;
Time for a lordly scribe and disgraced politico like me,
And time for yet more Archer indiscretions,
They'll get their scoops, take their fill,
While I sip my tea at Buck House with Liz and Phil.

In the mews, the paparazzis come and go
With the politeness of Charles Guiteau.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Does Archer dare?’ Indeed I do still dare
To ascend to the halls of power. You'll see me there,
I may be temporarily down but I'm still capable.
For I have known the life of Cain and Abel,
I've made a killing in the market as at the polls,
Been ogled at Ascot and Wimbledon, ridden in my Rolls,
I've known the joy and black despair of a prison cell.
'Memorandum: Must change socks. They smell.'

And I have known the prying eyes, critics that praise,
Wordsmiths that fix you with a poisoned phrase,
From Fleet Street to Park and Madison,
And I have known the arms of lovers,
Arms milky white and dusky hued,
Limbs that reminded me of you.

. . . . .

Shall we say we travelled
Like a wraith through the city streets
And watched euros pass hands in exchange
For welcoming thighs and generous teats?

I say, while the paparazzi aren't lookin'
Should I fly the coop like Lord Lucan?

. . . . .

Indeed, it would have been worth it after all,
After the champagne brunches, the weekends in Capri,
Minister without portfolio, Maggie Thatcher and me,
It would have been worthwhile
To face the paparazzi with a smile,
To tell them: ‘I'm Jeffrey Archer, back from the dead,
Not in the least bit sorry for the life I've lead.’

Yes, I risked it all and more!
It was worth it, after all,
Although it's not quite my style
It would have been worthwhile,
If I could have turned
toward the cameras and said:
‘This is not me at all,
The man you think I am
Is not me at all.’

. . . . .

No! I am no P.M. nor was meant to be;
I am Liz's attendant lord,
A court jester with hemorrhoids,
Fit to aid her progress, fodder for the tabloids.
I'll advise Charles, the prince, no doubt,
At least, if I can't answer all his needs,
I'll contract out.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
Will I still achieve Nobel gold?

Do I dare teach at Cambridge or Oxford, or Eton even?
We simply must give the young something to believe in.

Christopher T. George

[Chris G.]

Hi Mike

There are two other dubious diaries that have some relevance to the Maybrick Diary.

First are the "Black Diaries" of martyred Fenian leader, Irish patriot, poet, revolutionary and nationalist Sir Roger Casement (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Casement) thought to have been forged by British intelligence.

Then there is the diary of Bridget Hitler, that I have mentioned in this forum before (http://www.jtrforums.com/showpost.php?p=8175&postcount=3) since in his critique of the Maybrick diary Melvin Harris (http://casebook.org/dissertations/maybrick_diary/mhguide.html) referred to The Memoirs of Bridget Hitler describing the supposed 1912 Liverpool visit of young Adolf as "a specifically Liverpudlian scam" -- which as I explained in that post was not exactly so, Mr. Hoaxbuster. :D

Chris

[Stephen Leece]

Chris, Casement's Black Diaries are genuine. Even the Irish don't dispute them anymore. You described him as 'martyred,' 'patriot', 'poet', 'revolutionary' and 'nationalist.' I'd add 'kiddie-fiddler' to the list too.

[Chris G.]

Chris, Casement's Black Diaries are genuine. Even the Irish don't dispute them anymore. You described him as 'martyred,' 'patriot', 'poet', 'revolutionary' and 'nationalist.' I'd add 'kiddie-fiddler' to the list too.

I should stop cutting and pasting from Wiki. :D