Sanity is…

Listen, I am talking to myself. Continue reading

The Time of the Season

In the Ukraine a convey of aid is being halted because the Ukrainians fear their Russian neighbours, even when bearing gifts, or because the Ukrainians do not want thie desperate people to be relieved by food and water from their enemies. In Israel a child is killed by mortar shelling and the government of Israel vows to revenge by killing those who were innocent of the crime. In the United Kingdom the government refuses to help a despot defeat a far more dangerous threat; unlike Churchill Mr Cameron is not prepared to make a deal with the devil. In the United States in Ferguson people riot after police killed an unarmed man, so the national guard is called in and they seek to prevent the press from reporting the incidents; frenzy is met with greater frenzy, instead of calm and peace.

This is August, when political leaders go on holiday to refresh themselves so that they may discover more ways to make bad decisions and confuse themselves by believing, as they sit in the sunshine, that their mission to enter politics was to improve the lot of the people and this they are doing, notwithstanding the violence and the starvation, and thus they should be well rewarded.

It is not the time of the season for loving; such time has long since passed into the hideous time where greed and hatred reign; our children will never forgive us for the world we are making; the violence, suspicion and hatred is explained by sophists who sit at the modern symposium, not understanding that love and hate are not instransitive verbs.

Big Crooks and Little Crooks

Today’s story is a tale of Big Crooks and Little Crooks. The morale of the story is that if you have to be a crook be a big crook, preferably the biggest crook, because that way you are almost certain to escape punishment and it is unlikely that you will be deprived of some at least of your ill gotten gains. Continue reading

The World is a Wicked Place

In the tortured lands of Syria and Iraq an American journalist has been beheaded apparently by a man who spoke with an accent which indicated that he originally came from London or the South East of England. Because it is a journalist who has been murdered other journalists place undue emphasis on the crime.TV and radio news programmes are filled with speculation on the crime. Experts have told us that returning Britons from the Islamic State pose a serious threat to us in the United Kingdom. Our Prime Minister has had to speak to Mr Obama about the crime and Mr Cameron has cut short his Cornwall holiday. Continue reading

Understanding

Wisdom is simplicity and  that is terribly hard to understand. It is like knowing death, which is when life leave s you and death becomes your companion. Simplicity itself, but so hard to understand.

Social Media: BO Solitude! where are the charms 5O Solitude! where are the charms 5eing Alone

The point of social media is that it is not social. Sending tweets, writing blogs and filling facebooks is a solitary occupation; you do it alone waiting for the applause and plaudits for your life and thoughts. Even when you are in the company of others “doing” social media is something you do alone, no matter how many surround you when you do it.

Recording a thought or a picture for posterity is a lonesome occupation; we do it just in case there is value in what we record. We are not born alone and we do not die alone, contrary to the old saying. But after we die are are alone, and may share what we were once with some we never knew by our recording of trivial thoughts and events.

It is pleasant to be alone with thoughts, but not for all and those that cry

“O solitude, where are the charms

That Sages have seen in your face?”

simply do not see they value in themselves and disdain their own company.

Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted

In olden days – forty years ago – people who owned land and wanted to keep the publi c out put up signs which bore the inscription “trespassers will be prosecuted”. It was a bluff; trespass was not a criminal offence, but a tort, and you could no more prosecute someone who trespassed on your land than you could prosecute a bird for flying over it or landing on it.

Eventually people came to understand that the signs were mere bluffs, so took liberties, as people do, with the land of others; they trespassed, and started parking their cars on the land of others.

From this led to the use of wheel clamps, often fitted by unsavoury types who demanded money for the release of the clamps with menaces. There is now a whole and complex body of law covering trespass on land. From wheel clamping to hiking, from holding an open air concert or dance to travelling folk setting up homes on land in breach of planning laws,  and a host of other regulations, laws, rights, duties and legislation, all of which has replaced the simple signs that displayed “trespassers will be prosecuted”.

At the same time people complain about the complexity of law; I too complain about the complexity of law, but so much law and is complexity is established because of the complexity of human behaviour. One person takes advantage of another person and we then need regulations to try to strike a fair balance between competing rights.

Ultimately the problem is that many want to assert rights without being willing to shoulder the obligations which all rights bring.