Down the rabbit hole...

I know that I only write to myself as some form of catharsis and that I have always striven to find some humour in the life around me. But it seems the world around me is becoming less and less funny, even when trying to find parody, sarcasm, irony or others to balance the horrendous state of the world. And then Putin does an interview with the FT! If ever people that enjoy freedom and the right to complain and protest and the right to be who they want to be with those rights enshrined in laws that protect them from the small minorities that wish them harm for no better reason than their own deficiencies and sad lives. That interview would be the one. When I consider his words I have to consider what this man is. A man who lives to excess on the backs of his people. Who extorts through laws that he makes and abuses with his cadres. He is a multi billionaire with massive palaces dotted around Russia and the world and where does this fortune come from? Industry? Invention? Extreme...

Just when you thought that politics in the UK could not get any worse... you find you were wrong. That slow dawning upon the soul that a clown might soon be running the country. I know this is not new for some other countries around the world who seem to like comedians in the countries most powerful position but seriously, the UK being run by a real life, red nosed, messy haired, oversized footed clown! Even the clown name, BoJo has an eerie creepy sound to it, the sort of clown name that Steven King would consider and then discard as simply too preposterous! But the reality is creeping forward. Coming towards the people of the UK with a doom laden sense of foreboding and shock. It will be the shock and awe equivalent of British politics. The day the worlds press gathers in the newly erected big top on College Green with master of ceremonies BoJo cycling in with a squirty water flower in his lapel and red box full of state secrets hanging open from the rear cycle rack, its conte...

So the President arrived. Rolled into town with a squadron of aircraft that by far outnumbered and certainly outgunned anything the RAF has nowadays.  Even when the RAF has got planes it seems that an awful lot of them stay on the ground more than might seem prudent due to lack of fuel because of a lack of budget or lack of pilots due to a general malaise in young men wanting to study incredibly hard for a decade just to get shot at by aircraft or missile systems that they will never actually see.  Unless of course the enemy are somewhat less developed, shall we say, I which case the odds improve, slightly. And as the PotUS arrived he grabbed his wife firmly by the hand. Which was a relief to all concerned given his previous comments although maybe not such a relief to his wife who, for all we know, might wish him to grab her by something other than the hand. The Donald also met the Queen and thankfully kept to protocol and also did not grab her anywhere. He...

So what exciting things are there to discuss, in a purely rhetorical sense, today then? I saw that Donald Trump has stuck his huge great hooter into British politics again and endorsed Bilbo Baggins as the future UK Prime Minister. No, wait, not Bilbo. Boris Johnson, that's the kiddie. In any normal world that would be the kiss of death on a political career that BoJo deserves but he's like one of those mole things in that Whack-a-Mole game. However hard you hit him with the damned hammer he just pops up again from another hole! Bilbo Baggins would actually be a better option but I don't think he's around at the moment. Either that or he has some cloak or a ring or something that makes him impossible to see. I'm guessing he's using it, whatever it is, as he recognises a poison chalice when he sees one! Which apparently the 500 MPs that have so far put their names forward for the ballot do not see! But that about sums it up, they are way too stupid to recogn...

It seems to me that once upon a time I would spend my time writing 'humorous' 'work'! I use inverted commas because a) whether it was actually received as humorous or not is open to debate, although a debate I don't really wish to engage in so please keep it amongst yourselves and b) work is a relative term for writing/typing stuff but difficult to call it work, unless of course i have to stop every five minutes to check something or reconsider what I have written. Which I probably am not going to do today. Today I thought, which makes a pleasant change, that I would write a blog entry because every day since I last wrote a blog entry I thought I really should! Then finally I found the keyboard in front of me and the book I am reading (FDR and the New Deal by Leuchtenberg) was starting to wear thin in terms of interest and depressing in terms of the striking similarities with recent events and portents of potentially coming events. So, here I am writing overly lo...

I thought it was time I started to 'blog' again. Although it has been so long since last I did 'blog' it is somewhat passé now. And indeed I'm somewhat pretentious for using passé! Still, I can rest easy knowing that nobody will ever read this twaddle! The next is, of course, what the hell should I write about. Glad I asked myself that. I determined somewhere between a glass of wine and being awoken by a storm at 3am that I should think of a word and then write about that. But there are so many words. How on earth should I choose! I guess I'll just pick whatsoever pops into my head and then start wittering on about that. Good job the only person listening to this (as much as anybody can 'listen' to written words! It's all about the inner self and as you read you hear the words you read, normally without your lips moving but then that is not always the case!) is me. And, speaking on behalf of those of you that are not reading this but might and...

I truly love reading the intellectual exchanges on Damian’s posts. I often learn something or at least find myself needing to go read up on a subject, however superficially ie Wikipedia, just to keep up. I regard myself as nothing more than average intelligence, I am in awe of intellectuals and look to them to provide leadership and guide us all to safety. Many things seem to worry me about the world today, from outbreaks of diseases, not just Ebola, but many others. It worries me when I listen to other intellectual friends in ‘big pharma’ shaking their collective heads about their arsenals increasing…but depleting at a faster rate. I worry when governments point at something/somebody and say ‘look, that’s evil, we must fight it because it threatens our way of life!’ and whilst we look they re-enact modern re-workings of an Orwellian plot because it is patriotic to give up our freedoms to fight evil…which begs the question (for me) well what is it we are supposed to be fighti...