I do not understand why vaccinating ones children is not a legal commitment. The evidence for vaccination is mountainous. To disregard such evidence in favour of conspiracy theories or doctrine is ludicrous. Those that do not vaccinate their children should be charged with, at the very least, wreckless endangerment. A minimum sentence, because their stupidity puts all of us at risk, should be five years. Followed up with several thousands in fines as well as withdrawal of any state benefits.

Which is worse for you; watching TV or Playing with the Computer? TV is passive, computers are interactive, is one better than the other?

The only problem I can see is those individuals that cannot separate reality from the digital. Those people that forsake other life forms for personal gratification. Other than that I see no real problem with either forms of entertainment. Yet I will give computers the edge as these do require some kind of mental capacity. I have known of people that have sat in front of a TV for the evening and cannot remember what they watched two hours ago. So thumbs up for the computer…right?

If ever you were wondering which homemade soup is my favourite then ponder no more for in this short missive the answer awaits your hungry eyes. Butternut Squash is the name of that soup. Taste it and, as I, become enslaved…if you dare.

It is truly sad that the world has slipped into a similar early 20th century melee of stupidity. As a general rule we, when children, are expected to learn from our mistakes then move on to the next stage as informed beings. Yet still we are mired in a sticky soup of slapstick farce where no-one has the courage to look behind the curtain and face the truth.

Unity, peace and long term thinking is seen as outmoded fantasy. Yet if one traverses a few yards into history; when have we ever given the liberal view a long enough chance to flourish as it should? Much easier to rattle sabres whilst grabbing as much pie for the self and oppressing the populous with guns, lies and brinkmanship.

For now though I cannot expect a childish world to grasp these realities. I suggest we take a few days off or maybe a century to think then think clearly. There is more to our lives than bickering reality T.V.

I am classed as a senior these days;  it pisses me off a tad but it is not something that will bend me out of shape. I don’t care if I am a senior, junior or something still in training. However, I do care about the endless stream of seniors proclaiming the virtues of their childhoods and youth as if their formative years were the best and only way to live a life. The internet is awash with those stupid notes proclaiming that they wallowed in mud, drank from a garden hose or buggered pandas; and it did them no harm.

It never occurs to the ancient fools that harm is relative and very often hidden because recipients are too ashamed or afraid to give voice to something others deem inconsequential. You only have to ask women to hear evidence of that.

If you have never suffered at the hands of another or ill informed practices then you are very lucky indeed. But keep in mind that that is just you. The person on the couch next to you may have another, untold, tale gnawing at their secret inner self.

Think  before you speak or type.

Sports? Ok I will go on the record and confess to enjoying a good game of Football, thats the kind of Football that everyone other than North American’s play, it is, or can, be poetry in motion. I like hockey too it is fast and dependent on player stamina; I wouldn’t call it poetry but it does have its own brutal elegance. However, sports in general is tiresome just a romanticized way for the immature to imagine they are warriors of old…well a romantic vision of what a warrior male or female is.

That is bad enough but what is even worse is the childish language associated with sports. The stating of the obvious or daring to imagine what a player is thinking.

The heavily pressed suits and over stuffed shirts sitting behind gleaming desks in glossy studios muttering endless inanities. They are about as pointless as right wing politicos and less professional than the man on the street.

I am sure the highly coiffed decoratively slinky women presenters know as much as the male counterparts, or they can follow a script just as well, but really they offer no more value than the perennial question of “How do you feel.” to the Captain whose team has just had their assholes handed to them.

It gets worse my diatribe surrounding sports. Post game analysis is just a means to prolong an event that should have ended with the final whistle. It honestly does not matter what a stuffed shirt thinks that last shrill note is it. Not even the artistically moussed can talk a bad call back. As they will often say “It is what it is” Fade to black and bring on the Power Rangers.

The jargon, the metaphors, sports homespun philosophies and the fact that sports casts are often longer than a news cast on any radio show. From my battered keyboard I scream “Imbalance!” And why must I listen to details on every tiny teeny bopper game played in some misbegotten corner of the continent or university town of who cares where?

Ok I will be generous now I have vented my rectum. Sports is fun to take part in and watch now an then. It is not a holy crusade, it is not hoards of vanquishing warriors brandishing your hometown banner. You are not Monarch of the heap when your team wins. And, if you live vicariously through your teams efforts believing you have become imbued magical gifts then, in my opinion, you are a sorry person. Grow up and pump some of that enthusiasm into what does matter like scalloped potatoes and the perfect cheeseburger.

The political similarities between 1918 and 2018 striking. Selfish greedy men struggle to carve off a piece of the Titanic before it goes down. The rest of us, unable to step back, are splattered with offal and blood are astonished that no one cares…the apocalypse.

At the end of an era, a personal time, there is nearly always someone left behind to lament and weep for what once was or could have been.

When the facile take the wheel and guide us into oblivion, who will be left behind to even pick up the pieces let alone shed a tear?

There is nothing beyond life than the end. Comfort yourself with sunny realms and rainbow bridges but in the end those visions are nothing more than pacifiers.

I have just spent an afternoon reading the thoughts and gems of people that do not think like me. I was told that to so do would teach me  the way the creatures think.  It would also save me from screaming out obscenities like “Fucking stupid morons!” every time a gun toting redneck slithered across the assorted screens in my household. In so doing I would seem a little more understanding and tolerant. You see a liberal, like me, should not, so readily, slander those that oppose me. I am a thinking man, a rational man a skeptic so willing to discover the truth that I must, at least, hear out the opposition. What better way to do that than to have an understanding of where they come from. Ergo my forray into the nether world of Conservative and Republican thinking.

Here I sit on the other side of the mudflats staring back at them and I scream out “Fucking Stupid Morons!”