Site VIDEO … The Pain of Remembering

For those who are new visitors to this Internet site –
for the last 3 years, a week before the 17th of May,
I have placed this video.
I did not make a new one for 2018 – because I had no intention
whatsoever, of still being on the Internet.

I have gone through life without the company of people:
– not drinking liquor, owning a television or iToys,
or caring about the things people spend their money upon,
has proven to be not conducive to social relationships,
where modern humanity is concerned.

This week was the last week of life
for a little dog whom I rescued
from starvation and abuse.
The last three years,
I have lost the only friends I have had
this past 20 years.

I read books, spend time in the garden,
avoid the noise and vulgarity of modern ‘society’,
and try not to Remember.

But of course, every year at this time,

I do.

げつめい … Getsumei …

The purpose of the gardening features on this site
is to encourage anyone who might make their way here,
to put away the technology toys, get up from the television,
rise from the dead, and venture out to the type of meaningful life
that was common in the Age before the curse of the home computer.

Similarly with nishikigoi and the pond –
It is of course preferable
to have a Wakishimizu or Nexus filtration system maintaining
a pond of 3,000 gallons or more – sheer luxury:

but the average tender-hearted, caring gardener
who would appreciate, and put effort into the care of,
nishikigoi in their garden
cannot afford the expense of any such thing.

A few fish – properly cared for every single day,
can have a happy home, and will provide happiness
and contentment to any appreciative owner …
and it is for such people that I present these thoughts
on the garden … and on the pond.

This is Getsumei – I named him because his platinum colour
beneath the shade of the tree canopy, makes him appear
as though he is perpetually being lit by moonlight.

When he came to live here, he had only been off the airplane
for less than 24 hours (I brought him home in his “Live Fish”
styrofoam box complete with Airport Transit Stickers,
and I had been imagining that he came (prior to his journey)
right from a pond (eating whatever he could find off plants)

as he seemed utterly unfamiliar
with eating either flake food or pellets
that were on the water’s surface.

I had to hold the flakes under water until saturated,
and then let them drift down in front of him.

I was overcome with emotion to actually see
that he had to watch the other fish to ‘get the idea’ –
even then, to see his efforts in
approaching the flake of food,
and seemingly expecting it to come to him
when he would begin to ‘mouth’ the water
from three-to-four inches away …

… it took him two days before realising
that you have to go Right Up To the piece of food,
and THEN do the mouth action
to make it go inside.

He was ‘out of place’ in the pond, just as I am
out of place in the 21st century,
and I certainly have a ‘soft spot’ for him.

PL

Cultivating Compassion: The Rose

This Internet site exists only because
I care enough about people to make an effort
to reason with those who will not give me
the time of day.

There has to have been, arguably,
no other time in history
when human beings, collectively, have been

( not merely so wilfully lacking in intellect
and selfishly oblivious to basic civility, but )

so defiantly Proud of their Ignorance and Vanity,

that they spew insult and obscenities
at those who would attempt to correct their error,
or remind them of common good manners.

The “boy who driveth the plough”
of William Tyndale’s day [ c.1523 ]
had the capacity to read a New Testament in English;

but masses of barely literate ‘adults’ today
cannot differentiate ‘there’, ‘their’, and ‘they’re’
– a disgusting fact of which the Internet
provides abundant proof.

Rather than be ashamed at the fact,
and grateful to those who would teach them;
vicious, arrogant creatures spew invective
at the … “Grammar Nazi’s” …
who would dare to help them to learn.

The greatest shock – and only “benefit” (?) –
of the Internet, for me, has been to reveal
not merely the depravity of the modern
human race in general,
but the selfishness of people on the whole.

Multitudes who cannot even spell properly,
and are without even the sense of responsibility
– the integrity – to ‘check their work’,

have the audacity to dispense “advice”
on the Internet,

to those who are without the capacity to think
– to discern – that something is manifestly wrong
with their “teacher”.

Ignorance, Error, and Apathy abound:
and no one cares.

The very nature of Gardening requires
conscientious thought, instils attention to detail
… and teaches patience.

It obliges the gardener
to pause long enough … To Think.

And in an Age that is absolutely Characterised
by wholesale Ignorance
and the blind pursuit of constant entertainment
by multitudes whose crude conduct
and vulgar conversation reveals them to have
a level of character that is lower than animals,

the ability to Think is something
that is desperately needed.

The human race into which I was born
has long since been replaced.

Where I have spent my life being grateful
to those who have corrected my error,
this is an age in which
anything more challenging than

“You’re perfect, just the way you are”

is regarded as an “insult”.

It interferes, I suppose,
with the Luciferian religion of “Self Esteem”

the arrogant veneration of … “Me”.

I believe that the GARDEN is a wonderful way
to cultivate Compassion, Tenderness,
the Humility to learn, and a sense of
what-was-once-known-as Personal Responsibility.

Roses are a wonderful way
to develop an interest in gardening.

The consistent appeal throughout this Internet site
has been that, for any conscientious person
to break this perverse obsession in modern humanity
of needing to spend every waking opportunity either

staring into the electronic screen
of some technological toy;

or seeking attention
through some form of vanity possession,

he or she must either exercise the mind
through the reading of quality books,

or exercise mind, body, and senses
by appreciating and caring for the natural world
– most especially, animals that suffer the Neglect,
Brutality, and Apathy of human beings.

Gardening, I have endeavoured to suggest,
will cultivate empathy, care,
and halt the modern propensity
to exist like a machine.

( It will also, of course, provide a peaceful setting
in which to sit and enjoy that quality book. )

Whether you live in a British Country Cottage;
or Tokyo Flat; or Modern Urban Townhouse –

Roses

will transform any balcony, patio, or garden
into a visually beautiful, fragrantly scented
setting that will

calm the nerves,
arouse an empathetic mind, and
foster an outside interest that will counter
both laziness, and the modern fixation
of being connected to a machine.

In a garden bed or suitable container,
all that the rose requires is friable, nutrient-laden soil,
at least four hours of sunshine,

and a gallon (about a 4-litre milk jug) of water
applied to the base of the rose every 3 days
(a necessity that is usually supplied by rainfall
from late autumn to early springtime).

Newly-planted roses will need water
every other day – a great way
to develop the habit of responsible care.

“How can I love anyone if I don’t love myself?”
has been the perverse mantra
of self esteem humanism
that has been trumpeted throughout the nations
since about 1990:

The answer is simple:

Remove that obscene “Me First” mindset.

Making a genuine physical and mental effort
will instil Compassion, Self-LESS-ness,
and Responsibility –

qualities which were not only instilled,
but expected – demanded – in us as children
in the 1960’s.

It will cultivate the HABIT of thinking
Less of ME … and More of Others.

Whatever effort you put in,
the garden will abundantly return.

A garden requires constant care and attention.
A Gardener is one who delivers that care and attention.

With Enthusiasm.

There is a world of difference between the words

“Survive” … and … “Thrive”.

Many a dog understands the directions
of an Inconsistent, Impatient, or highly Undeserving Owner;

but that is testimony to the intelligence of the dog
– Not the “training” from the owner.

Many a garden exists
due to the tenacity of plants to survive,
rather than to the attention afforded it
by an unworthy owner.

Gardening is ‘easy’ … IF … you have the right mindset.

Provide a good home for plants
and they will thrive and give you a wonderful display
of colour and scent.

Have the resolve to provide Sunshine,
gentle Watering, and healthy Soil;
and place them where they are not
‘bullied’ by neighbouring plants (3 feet of separation is fine)
or harsh weather … and you can grow roses.

And if that gets you away from further
deteriorating your own mind and conscience,
in front of a television or computer screen;

and acquaints you, instead,
with patience, diligence;
attention to detail, and responsibility,

your efforts in that garden
will have profoundly affected your life.

When I was growing up in the 1960’s and 70’s
people used to appreciate things;
used to care for things;
used to make the time to mend things.

Now, with this new version of “humanity”
people voice their disgust and impatience
at the slightest thing that does not go according to their lofty
and (more often than not) ignorant expectations.

Marriages, “friends”, the family dog
are of no more value to multitudes,
than a toy whose novelty has worn off.

“I cannot be bothered with it: throw it away.”

“What you said pricked my conscience –
it made me feel guilty.
I am having nothing to do with you ever again.”

Live your life with values higher than
what is popular with the modern masses
and you will – I assure you – experience
just how quickly “friends” will leave you alone.

This same disposable mindset is seen in a phrase
that has been bandied about since
a switch was thrown on humanity in the 1990’s –

“low maintenance garden”,

a term that means ‘I want the benefit of a garden,
but am too lazy to care for the plants that I want to enjoy.’

As a working gardener, I have never accepted any job
whose description includes the phrase
“low maintenance”, “barbeque” or “party”.
having neither interest or patience for those who treat the garden
as a backdrop to getting drunk and making noise.

Quite frankly, if you do not appreciate the plants,
you do not deserve to have them.

The garden is a collection of living things
that provide great beauty deserving of appreciation
by those who have more substance to their lives
than the vacuous hedonism of multitudes.

Caring for plants ( that offer no tangible love in return )
will make it a simple matter to extend compassion
and care to animals – as well as kind and deserving people.

The more you do, the more pleasurable
– and natural – kindness becomes.

Whether in a large garden, or diminutive balcony,
ROSES offer so much more than visual beauty
and fragrant aroma …

they can stimulate qualities in your life
that are so tragically lacking in the world today.

Care for a garden. Care for a rose.

And set a moral example to all who see you.

P Livingstone

This Internet Site …

To have lived long enough to see selfishness,
cruelty, and degradation
become so prevalent as to be
undeniably Characteristic Features
of Modern Humanity –

… and do nothing,

is to be worse than the Vicious – who find it easy
to inflict pain;

and the Apathetic – who are too obsessed
with their own ease and entertainment
to care.

A Solitary Life

I remember a world in which the terms
“Lady” and “Gentleman” actually had relevance:

when young women
were not ashamed to be ladies,

nor sought to imitate the pathetic,
macho posturing of vicious and vulgar men;

and being a mother at home
was the most honourable job in the world;

when men had enough maturity
to tuck in their shirt ;

and enough respect for their wives, their family,
and the people they met,
to exercise the basic self discipline
of controlling their conduct and conversation;

and when children were taught
enough respect for adults
to address them as ‘Mr’ ‘Mrs’ or ‘Miss’.

It is heart breaking to realise
that everything that I value in life
– Courtesy, Consideration, and Conscience;

the ability to
read with an attention span,
write cursively,
speak grammatically,
and be mature enough to carry on
an intelligent conversation;

have not only vanished from the human race,
but are qualities that are now derided as “weakness”
and viewed with contempt.

The 21st century is an age when so-called “adults”
spew filthy profanity
as part of their common ‘conversation’,

and have not even the basic moral compass
to be ashamed at the vulgarity and obscenities
that vomit from their mouth.

The 21st century is a time when belligerent adolescents
– who cannot think without first “looking it up” –
regard the elderly as ‘out of touch’ ;

and contemptuously dismiss skill and wisdom
gleaned from mature life experience as …
“Well, that’s your opinion”.

And where any attempt to correct error
or enlighten the ignorant … is considered “offensive”
by those who should be thankful.

Never, in the history of the human race,
can human beings have been so
wilfully ignorant and illiterate – and yet,
been so belligerently proud of the fact.

The human race into which I was born
has long since been replaced.

Where I have spent my life being grateful
to those who have corrected my error,
this is an age in which
anything more challenging than

“You’re perfect, just the way you are”

is regarded as an “insult”.

It interferes, I suppose,
with the Luciferian religion of “Self Esteem” –

the arrogant veneration of … “Me”.

Criticism is good: it keeps a wise man or woman ‘sharp’ –
PROVIDED, of course,
that the one doing the criticizing is QUALIFIED
by Humility, Wisdom, and Mature Life Experience.

This Internet site exists only because
I care enough about people to make an effort
to reason with those who will not give me
the time of day.

Living without television, radio, or newspapers –
whilst being of indescribable benefit
to our moral conscience, mental acuity,
and family life – has nevertheless meant that

undertaking this Internet site in March of 2012,
opened us up to a torrent of “culture shock”
of depths that I could never have anticipated.

Until we became familiar with the Internet
and ‘had a look around it’, I had never imagined
‘ordinary’ people to be as vulgar and alliterate;

or as vicious, callous, and apathetic
towards anything that did not immediately gratify
their lusts, ease, viciousness or vanity.

Good people ‘post’ a nature video; a film-clip of their dog,
or even a portion of a documentary film,
and the comments that appear below
seethe with filth, vulgarity, and contempt.

I shall never forget the film on a mother with her autistic child,
and the comment from America that the woman should have
… “put your retard down”.

Or the assertion below the piece on the Amish farmer
and his wife, noting that “they are all pedophiles [sic],
brainwashed, and stupid”.

“What a f–king useless, boring life” declared another.
[ my edit ]

The depravity of modern mankind – especially young people –
is completely beyond my capacity to fully take in.

It took me less than a week to realise that I cannot
‘surf’ the Internet.

To attempt YouTube is to wade through a cesspool of filth:
find a video of bluebells growing in a woodland clearing
and, it seems, there will be some vile, obnoxious creature
spewing profanity and invective at that.

My brief look around the Internet taught me
about the 21st century – actually,
it explained a great deal.

Why it was, for instance, that whenever
I held the door open for a young woman at the supermarket,
she tells me that she can ‘get it’ herself;

Why people stand in the checkout queue
bellowing into ‘cell phones’ for all around them to hear;

Or why one cannot spend ten minutes
in any public place without hearing “f**k“
after each use of the word “the”.

They even have a slogan now – “WTF”.

The filthy obscenities of forty years ago
… are now a fashion statement.

There just is no lower depth of depravity than that.

It breaks my heart to see that any plea that advocates
moral discernment, self control, or moderation,
is now reviled as “Hate Speech” –

and that this is a world
where those who cry for “Equal Rights”
– once they get what they want –
are the very LAST to give equal rights to those
who are different from themselves.

The greatest shock – and only “benefit” (?) –
of the Internet, for me, has been to reveal
not merely the depravity of the modern
human race in general,
but the selfishness of people on the whole.

Multitudes who cannot even spell properly,
and are without even the Sense of Responsibility
– the integrity – to ‘check their work’,

have the Audacity to dispense “advice”
on the Internet,

to those who are without the capacity to think
– to discern – that something is manifestly wrong
with their “teacher”.

Ignorance, Error, and Apathy abound:
and no one cares.

Gardening has become, for me,
the last point of communication with humanity.

The very nature of Gardening requires
conscientious thought, instils attention to detail,
and teaches patience.

It obliges the gardener
to pause long enough … To Think –

And in an Age that is absolutely Characterised
by wholesale Ignorance
and the blind pursuit of constant entertainment,
the ability to Think is something
that is desperately needed.

“How can I love anyone if I don’t love myself?”
has been the perverse mantra
of self esteem humanism
that has been trumpeted throughout the nations
since about 1990:

The answer is simple:

Remove that obscene “Me First” mindset.

Making a genuine physical and mental effort
will instil Compassion, Self-LESS-ness,
and Responsibility –

qualities which were not only instilled,
but expected – demanded – in us as children
in the 1960’s.

It will cultivate the HABIT of thinking
Less of ME … and More of Others.

This is the 21st century: an Age in which
human beings demand to live in a world where

“Do what thou wilt,
shall be the whole of the law.”

And anyone who might reason them away
from that self-serving existence,
is dismissed as a sad fanatic
who has nothing of value to offer beyond
… ‘complaining’.

Simply being ethical and quiet in the modern world,
is enough to earn the hatred of multitudes
in whose seared consciences, the very notion of morality,
moderation, and self-discipline … is a ‘thorn’.

My wife and I live a plain lifestyle without television,
stereo, or newspapers;
contentedly seeking to avoid the noise, vulgarity,
and ‘party’ mentality of modern humanity.

I am just a quiet and peaceable man who began
using a computer in 2001, because I could no longer
buy ribbon cartridges for my typewriter.

This Internet Site reflects those (obviously) unwanted,
‘out-of-touch’ characteristics of Moral Decency
which are repugnant by modern humanity – yet which,
nevertheless, define me.

I have lived a life simply walking “Old Paths”
that are now despised by modern humanity:
the observations made throughout this Internet site
are merely those written from the perspective
of a man who remembers … and laments

a world that is now long gone.

P Livingstone
2018

Silencing the Lone Voice

His was the lone voice crying out in the wilderness.

And no one was listening.

Listening ?

It was not simply that people were NOT listening;
they were becoming increasingly irritated
at his rambling pronouncements
and ‘doomsday’ speculation.

But to this one man, his concern
was of incredible significance:

– despite the fact that No One wanted to know.

The year was 1847 and, in the teaching hospital
of Aligemeine Krankenhaus, Vienna,
women who delivered babies were dying.

Or rather, women whose babies were delivered
by physicians and their assisting medical students
… were dying of what was termed “Childbed Fever”.

Women, in the other ward – by contrast,
who were delivered by the hospital’s midwives,
went home following successful births.

Hungarian obstetrician Ignaz Semmelweis
was not only bothered by the phenomenon,
he was determined to stop it – and took it upon himself
to discover and make known the reason
for the appalling rate of mortality.

Semmelweis was agonising over possible causes
when his colleague, professor Jacob Kolletschka,
cut his finger on a scalpel blade whilst
conducting the post mortem of a woman
who had died in labour.

Kolletschka died.

What was incomprehensible, though,
was that his body revealed the Same Symptoms

… as the woman who had died giving birth.

How – How ! – Semmelweis wondered,
is it possible for … a MAN

to die from a disease restricted to
… WOMEN … in labour?

Upon considering the matter, Semmelweis
was absolutely certain that he knew the answer –

The transfer of disease from a physician’s hands,

following autopsy,

to the bodies of women in the wards.

Women delivered by midwives, survived.
Women delivered by doctors bore a good chance of dying.

Physicians conducted post mortems.
Midwives did not.

Physicians and their medical students
moved freely from scrutinising a corpse,
to examining a labouring woman.

They HAD to be – he reasoned – carrying infection
… on their hands.

Semmelweis began to insist that his colleagues
wash their hands with chloride of lime BEFORE
tending women in labour.

Whilst the idea of sepsis was, of course,
unknown to Semmelweis,
he was certain that it was NOT washing hands,
that led the deaths of women.

Using the mandatory washing of hands and instruments
in Chloride of Lime,
the mortality rate in the physician’s ward
dropped from 18% to 1%.

But to physicians who worked with Semmelweis,
– the very idea that … THEY … could cause death
was, outrageous and insulting.

THEY … Were Doctors !

With his second year appointment to the hospital
not being renewed, Semmelweis was obliged to leave
the hospital in Vienna and return to Hungary where, in 1851,
he took up a new position heading obstetrics
at St Rochus hospital.

Where the death rates of women subsequently plummeted.

But now, his new colleagues were becoming
more and more irritated at Semmelweis’ insistence
that they were causing death by not washing their hands.

Never one to display great patience for apathetic,
vanity-saturated, wilful imbeciles … Semmelweis
began to write – ( much to the heightened irritation
of those to whose self-importance, arrogance, and laziness,
Semmelweis’ assertions were a threat. )

In 1861, Semmelweis completed a monograph
on the Aetiology of Childbed Fever, which conveyed
his insistence ( along with his all-too evident frustration
against care-free doctors ) that the death of women
was being caused by lack of proper washing by doctors.

Physicians were unrelenting in their contempt
of Semmelweis’ warning of danger, and continued
in their filthy habits – infecting women
with whom they came into contact.

On a holiday arranged by his wife,
Semmelweis was grabbed by several men
and dragged inside a hospital that his wife had told him
she wanted to see.

The hospital was a lunatic asylum

and Semmelweis realised – far too late –
that his wife had betrayed him,
and had conspired with Semmelweis’ own doctor
to have her husband ‘committed’.

Imprisoned in a lunatic asylum – the only sane physician
amongst a medical community full of them –

Semmelweis would die in the same madhouse
from … an infected cut.

A physician who insisted upon hygiene
was declared ‘crazy’ for being clean;

and died at the age of 47, in an asylum,
from a wound infected due to lack of hygiene –

the Very Thing about which
he had been trying to warn the world.

Betrayed by his wife;
despised by self-important medical doctors,
Semmelweis would not live to see his name
utterly exonerated by the work of Joseph Lister.

As a boy reading history, I would always try to find
a moral from which I could learn something of substance,
from the life of someone else.

I have persistently maintained that, to follow
whatever is popular and pleasing to the majority
of modern humanity – is to guarantee certain degradation
of mind and morals, and conscience.

The reaction of people demonstrates that my warning
is perceived to be little more than monotonous,
‘boring’ narrow-minded fanaticism.

I cannot but wonder if, with these thoughts
about Semmelweis – I may be the only one capable
of seeing the moral in the appalling tragedy of this man:

The moral that –

‘The Majority’ … are Wrong.

And that, there are times
when individuals who are declared
( by the masses ) …
to be ‘crazy’, ‘narrow-minded’, or ‘alarmist’,

are the only sensible and intelligent voices
amidst multitudes who are either
anaesthetised with vanity,

or just too lazy to care.

P Livingstone
2015

A Blind Man, A Dog, and Modern “Humanity” … For Pity’s Sake, Wake Up !!!

I had – for the first time in more than a year –
occasion to travel into the “big city”
specifically to visit the one specialised shop
which stocked the type of very fine-nibbed pen
that is best suited to the copperplate writing
that I have used since a boy.

Walking along the busy city street,
I was aware of a slight ‘commotion’
on the footpath, just ahead of me.

It took a split second to realise that
the blind man ahead of me
was stopping abruptly: the cause being that
the beautiful Golden Retriever in the white harness,
was having a ‘personal crisis’ – yet,
while still trying to continue walking at the same time.

The man, realising that something was wrong,
stopped – the face around his dark glasses
plainly confused.

Having left a veritable trail of faeces on the pavement,
the poor dog cringed – its tail low, its head hung down:
it knew that it had done something ‘wrong’.

The man, seeming to realise what must have happened,
produced a plastic bag and started to shuffle back
in the direction from which he had come.

But it was none of this that held my attention.

It was the conduct of the people –
Modern Day Humanity:
the dozens of pedestrians who ignored that man,
ignored his need – his patently obvious need –
for help in a difficult situation;

and without a second thought,
walked around the man,
and carried on their way.

Oh, one unbelievable creature did react –
expressing a melodramatic ‘sigh’ of vocal disgust
that the Guide Dog had fouled the pavement.

Thinking back now, I can only suggest that my brain
could not accept what I was seeing.

I was stunned – for a split second –
and found myself absolutely bursting
with utter contempt
for the … “humanity” … that surrounded me.

“Sir!” … “Sir” I said, running quickly to the man:

“give me the bag there, and you carry on.”

I continued:

“Your poor dog is hanging his head,
and if you will let me clean up his accident,
I would appreciate it very much
if you would give him a pat on the head …
and tell him it’s alright.”

Plainly, the man struggled to understand what I was saying:
he stuttered a bit, and looked dreadfully confused
as I took the plastic bag from his hand.

It certainly seemed as if he could not ‘take in’ the idea
that a stranger could extend kindness to him – and his dog.

The man thanked me several times, and paused –
as though making certain he had understood me.
Only then did he walk on.

I was thrilled that he reached down, said something,
and patted the dog on its head and neck.

It was my pleasure – my absolute pleasure! –
to pick up that dog’s mess.

But, as I looked up ahead at the backs of those who had
– moments ago, just walked past that man and his dog;
I could not help but think that …

I may well have just lifted a dog’s faeces off the pavement,

but that particular city block was covered in filth.

Self-obsessed, conscienceless machines
have seemingly replaced what, forty years ago,
were – generally – compassionate, empathetic
gentlemen and ladies.

Today, people dress like slobs,
and act like slobs
… and no one bothers.

The average ‘man’ looks like a bag of manure –
unkempt, slovenly; shoulders slumped,
back bent forward;
the pig-ignorance of wearing a ‘baseball cap’
at a restaurant table;
shoving their way through doorways,
perpetually carrying either a vicious sneer
or vacuous glaze on their face …

while women have spent fifty years
doing all that they can … to be ‘men’.

The ‘standards’ of 21st century “life” – or,
more correctly –

21st century existence.

Vulgar individuals are tolerated in public places:
spewing obscenities as part of their “conversation”;
wearing shirts with that depraved obscenity “F*CK”
fully spelled out for all to look at

… and a BLIND MAN is left to – ( what? ) –

get down on his knees and feel around
in order to clean up his specially-trained dog’s
Highly Uncharacteristic accident?

I understand that conscience has been
all-but obliterated from the human race,

but how Evil do ego-maniacal,
self-venerating human beings have to get,
before they take a look around them …

and actually start to Care about the utter extinction
of Common Decency in the 21st century?

A plea from my broken heart,
to young people in general:

feed the birds in the wintertime;
say “Good Morning” to every expressionless, vacuous,
modern-minded human being you pass at the start of each new day;
stand in front of a mirror and practice, if need be,
to learn how to carry on an intelligent conversation,

but … please, for pity’s sake –– WAKE UP !!!

Stop the ludicrous obsession with ‘texting’,
get the earphones out of your ears;
break the addiction of constantly needing to spew trivia
and tripe into a “cell” ‘phone …

Consider … Ponder … Think – for a change:

– at least pretend that you are capable of considered,
independent, intelligent thought, without needing to
“look it up” on the Internet

… or be attached to some type of machine
for constant mental stimulation.

Instead of being rude, crude, vulgar and loud,
have the self-discipline to speak and spell properly:

and, by so doing,
set an example to everyone around you.

Practice Kindness … Consideration for others …
and Courtesy in public:

and start reversing this 30-year plummet
into self-serving, mindless oblivion that
( to an “out of touch”, “old fashioned” recluse such as me )
seems to have – with very, very little exception –
gripped the whole
of what now passes for ‘humanity’.

When people conduct themselves
with no more morality than an animal,

they are infinitely worse than any animal
because they have the capacity
– and the conscience ( in theory ) –
to exist at a level higher
than that of a beast …

… preferring instead, to choose the wilfully
stupid, slovenly, or savage alternatives.

The central characteristic of arrogant men
and religious hypocrites … is Pride.

PRIDE always demands attention from others.

Pride always seeks to dominate other people –
to shove itself right down the throats of society:

the malignant Self Esteem – of people
who are filled with the love and adoration

of themselves.

It is long past time … to give attention
to those who DESERVE it,

rather than to those who DEMAND it
in order to feed conceit and ego;

and for modern-minded human beings
to step down from their narcissistic thrones
and be less concerned about ME –
Ambition, and Greed, and Vanity, and Self.

What I witnessed today has disgusted me
beyond description.

A PSYCHOPATH is an individual who is
not the slightest bit concerned
that others will suffer because of what he does.

Or fails to do.

They know ‘Right’ from ‘Wrong’ …

They simply do not care.

There is no higher god than “Me”.
And the obscenely narcissistic stupidity
– voiced by more than a few, that … “truth”
is whatever I think it is.

Multitudes are bereft of any genuine sense
of moral responsibility:
and can excuse away, or accept,
any atrocity if it benefits their ego.

And it does not bother them in the slightest.

The 21st century is filled with psychopaths –
all one has to do is look at the comments of ‘YouTube’;
listen to the ‘talk’ of the massed multitudes;

see the narcissistic louts hammering noise
from their ‘boom car’ as they obliterate the peace
of all around them;

or just walk around in any public place:
and watch, and listen.

I may not be able to slow the moral degradation
of modern humanity:
but, I do not have to condone it by my silence.

What I saw today was an utter lack of compassion
from a mass of people.

And when compassion is gone from any man or woman,
there is nothing left to distinguish them from a beast.

A blind man .

left to crawl on a street …

while the contemporary hordes walk around him.

I shall never, ever, be able to understand
( much less ‘fit in’ with ) the vicious mentality

and malignant apathy

of Modern … “civilization”.

P Livingstone
2015