Garden Thoughts … Autumn: Putting Garden Tools to Bed

The privilege of habitually rising at 5:30 in the morning
is that it allows me to experience
the most peaceful time of day.

But at this time of year, in the Northern Hemisphere,
it is impossible not to notice a decided chill
in the early morning air.

This early reminder of approaching winter
means that it is once again time
to examine the garden tools,
give them a thorough clean,

and store them for their winter respite.

The brass hinges on my grandpa’s 1932 ruler
are regularly inspected and kept free of dirt and moisture:
though thoroughly used and well-worn by two gardeners
( he, throughout the 1950’s, 60’s, and ’70’s … and me,
from the ’80’s until now )
it is still in fine working order.

Not bad at all for an 86 year-old piece of kit.

ALL tools should be inspected for wear,
dirt, damage, and any sign of corrosion
where stones or dents have caused blemishes
that might provide a starting point for rust.

Check shovels and spades – particularly the area
to the rear of the shaft – where the handle meets the blade:

if the shovel, spade, or fork has been used to do any prying,
it is not unheard of for the metal to tear or break,
leaving cracks at the stress point
that will provide a foothold for rust.

1. Although no tool should ever be put away dirty,
hot soapy water should now be used to wash away
any and all residual dirt that an earlier ‘once-over’
with the garden hose may have missed.

2. Dry each tool thoroughly.

3. For bladed tools – such as secateurs and loppers –
use a fine sharpening stone
to bring a nicely honed edge to the blade.

4. Finally, before putting the tool away,
give all metal parts a light rub with an oiled cloth.

Care and attention now … will mean that
when the tools are next picked up in the Springtime,

our hands will lay hold on nice, clean equipment
– allowing us to concentrate with greater enthusiasm

on the Spring preparations for next years’ emerging plants.

Stainless steel or not, I confess to having made a habit
of placing a light coat of oil on each of the garden tools.

A simple premise: Take good care of the tools,
and the tools will allow you
to take good care of the garden.

P Livingstone

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

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

The BBC: Is Humanity Rising from the Slime ?

BBC History …

Lucy Worsley: Jane Austin Behind Closed Doors

James Fox: The Art of Japanese Life

The opportunity to see two particular BBC historians
presenting, via the Internet,
their respective television programmes,
has left me actually overwhelmed
with a sense of gratitude.

No, not for the thoroughly well-done production
relating to two topics of profound interest to me
(this is the BBC, and one would expect
nothing less than technical excellence) –

but for the efforts made by both presenters

… in their personal appearance.

Seeing each of them was, for me,
to have been transported back to the time
when a certain aspect of society was so routine
– back then ! – that I took it for granted;

a once common feature of mature adults,
whose utter eradication from the world
I have never ceased to lament
throughout the last thirty years especially.

Both presenters hosted their respective programmes
dressed like the respectable men and women
amidst whom I was raised.

Unlike the slovenly ‘blue jeans’ androgyny
of the new breed of ‘Independent’ woman –

( ‘beg pardon: “female” – ‘we’ no longer use
the terms “men”, “women” boys” or “girls”
that once distinguished … Human … gender )

that featured in a few attempts to find historical viewing
via the BBC, over the past twenty years.

Unlike, too, the ( for me ) insulting, vulgar,
appallingly libidinous, low-cut attire
clearly worn to display the cleavage
of one recent British women historian.

Here was a man

dressed like ANY mature man

used to dress

on a daily basis;

and a woman

whose appearance is … well,

Feminine.

It was the first time that I can recall
being so overwhelmed with appreciation
and gratitude at Anything that was produced
for the medium of television – an invention

that has spent its entire existence
obliterating the concept of the mother-at-home-family,
children-showing-respect-and courtesy-to-elders, and
personal-self-restraint-and-moderation-in-daily-life;

while at the same time, making vacuity, vulgarity,
violence, profanity and promiscuity … “normal” …
in the minds of all who view it.

Of course, I made the mistake of glancing down
to see the comments placed from the great mass
of the 21st century viewing public …

….. whose ingratitude shone forth
like some great advertisement
for all that is vicious, selfish, and crude.

“Why are you wearing a suit?” quipped one;

( Well, sonny, it is a once-common concept
that used to be known as “Professionalism” )

several whined because the audio ‘dropped’ in places;
and more told the channel owner to take the video down
and re-upload it to suit their specifications.
Not one of these malignant ingrates had the self-discipline
to say … “Thank You.”

Which is precisely WHY these two presenters
have brought a bit of bitter-sweet cheer into my life –

“bitter-sweet” because, of course,
once the programmes have ended
you are back into the 21st-century reality
of modern human beings.

Here, on these two occasions, the BBC
has set aside its 21st century formula
of profanity and lewdness,
to offer programme hosts who could have
just stepped out of the 1960’s
that I so fondly recall and lament.

What a Pleasure.

What a Relief.

Just to have had a ‘taste’ of the world
that I had the inestimable pleasure of experiencing
in my formative years.

A breath of pure, fresh air … rushing in to
the choking chamber of polluted, poisoned smog
in which one is now required to exist.

What an escape.

I believe, always, in saying ‘Thank You’ –
in giving credit where credit is due.

Sadly, it seems that I cannot thank the person
who ‘posted’ this video, as I would need
a YouTube channel in order to do so.

And, of course, I dare not write
from the other side of the world,
to thank the BBC –
whose Division of Corporate Greed
known as “copyright infringement”

would almost certainly
remove the videos from the Internet
since nothing can be simply ‘shared’ any more
without greed-mongers demanding money.

But, to those two specific presenters in particular:
Thank You; you have allowed me to escape,
( for a little while ) back to a world
that I so desperately miss –

Thank you so very much.

Whilst Miss Worsley’s dress is impeccable
in all her documentaries,
the young man is a new face for me …

and I wonder if I dare hope that this might
set a ‘trend’ for those who actually want to be
perceived as ‘professional’

to begin once again presenting themselves
as being mature enough, and competent enough,
to dress like adults
rather than ill-disciplined, lazy street urchins.

If not, and it transpires that this is but some
temporary aberration,

I am so very grateful to have experienced it.

P Livingstone

“Austerity Measures”

For the second time in a few months,
someone has presented the concept of “bio diversity” to me;
and, whilst this second occasion has been merely
as an aside to a larger, general question,

the first had been phrased as a definite challenge
– an admonition – that I ‘should be doing more
to “care” for this world.

As I did not address that first presumptive remark at all,
I thought it might be prudent to present a few thoughts
with regard to this notion that I – and folk like me

… Should “Care”.

I would have thought that it Should be
crystal clear from the content of this Internet site,
where I stand with regard to Any aspect
of kindness, care, courtesy or consideration

– most especially where peaceful and gentle creatures
( whether man, animal, or nature in general )
are concerned.

Dispensing Kindness … Should Be …
the practice of Every human being
that possesses a working conscience.

There has been, over the past ( I suppose )
fifteen years, a renewed religion of
EARTH WORSHIP –

that I remember being last foisted on us
in the early 1970’s, under the phrase … “Ecology”.

What appealed to the hippies of the latter ‘60’s,
now appeals to the glass-and-chrome living,
machine-programmed urbanites of today.

It is a ‘bandwagon’ that is clambered upon
by the perpetually hand-wringing,
knee-jerk reaction masses
of 21st century society …

… a ‘wagon’ which is driven OVER
the top of people
who are conscientious;

and driven AROUND those
who are the cause of damage
in the natural world today.

I have neither part nor interest
in this decade-long proliferation of Fear
… from supposed

“Over”- Population, ( the whole middle latitudes of Canada
consists of tens of thousands of acres of vast open,
unpopulated wilderness – as, I suspect, are the same latitudes
of Russia and Scandinavia (?) );

Political Fanatics,
Disease,
the Sun,
the Seas,
the Temperature,
utterly ludicrous “Second Hand Smoke”

and every-and-any-other Particle of Sand
that has been presented as an Avalanche,

in order to breed fear, dependence, and uncertainty,
in infantilized, subservient, self-obsessed,
hypochondriac masses.

I can only state again:

The destruction of plants, animals, and wilderness is a topic
that SHOULD BE taken up
with the TWO forms of human life
who do just that –

1.)

those “film stars”, “celebrities”, politicians, and CEO’s
who go from A to B in Leer Jets and Limousines;
and have the walls and ceilings of their Californian mansions
decorated with 24 carat gold leaf –

… yet whine,

and call for the little old widow lady
in her cottage in Killarney
to practice “Austerity Measures”

and, 2.)

those wanton liquor-swilling, groin-scratching savages
who destroy nature with the noise and carnage
from ‘dirt bikes’, ATV’s, speed-boats, and Snowmobiles;
before flinging their stinking beer tins
wherever they happen to be standing at the time.

So Then – to raise any such matter
with a man who feeds birds all year;
and is moved to tears when he has to lay a mouse trap
because the little creatures have ventured into the kitchen

NO.

No.

I will not abide being equated with the self-serving narcissists
who regard this world and everything in it
as being here for their amusement … or source of profit.


Ban the little old man from smoking his briar pipe
in a city park – that wisp of smoke
will kill your children !!!

but think nothing of the 600 cars, trucks, and buses
that spew benzene, sulphur dioxide, and carbon monoxide
all over you – and your children – every single hour
in Vancouver, New York, Moscow, Berlin, or Tokyo.

I believe it was Jonathan Swift who observed that

The Law is like a spider’s web:

it catches flies … but allows wasps, and hornets
– the large and dangerous predators –
to fly free.

The same is true of the fantasy plethora / deluge of
fear-mongering that has been proliferated of late.

Yes, I will do what I am told to,
because I want to live peaceably.

But – to those who are ever seeking to ride the rails
of nit-picking hypochondria;
or jump on the bandwagon of every newly invented
criticism based upon paranoid absurdities,

PLEASE –

If you have concerns about the abuse of this world,
or abuse in this world …

… you DIRECT your call for accountability TO
those creatures who are Responsible for the abuse.

And leave those of us who daily exercise
due conscience and consideration

to live our lives in peace.

P Livingstone

A Folk Tale … and Wasted Life

detail, Urashima Taro Returning … – Yoshitoshi Tsukioka, 1886

The story is told in Japan,
of a responsible young man named Urashima Taro.

One day, whilst walking by the sea,
Urashima Taro noticed a group of cruel boys
poking and tormenting a baby turtle on the beach.

Possessing care and compassion for the suffering animal,
Taro chased the boys away,
gently lifted the turtle, and carefully
released it back into the sea.

Some time later, while in his little boat at sea,
Taro heard a voice repeating his name.

Looking around and seeing nothing,
he then looked into the sea to find,
floating beside his boat, a turtle.

The turtle spoke to Taro and told him that,
if Taro left the boat and climbed on to its shell,
he would transport Taro to the undersea kingdom
known as Ryugu-jo.

Though at first nervous and apprehensive,
once under water, Taro found that,
in that unknown environment, he could actually breathe.

The deeper he went, the more relaxed he became.

When the turtle arrived at a beautiful undersea palace,
a woman greeted him saying that she was a princess who
– wanting to visit the world of men, had changed her form:

She was the turtle he had saved on the beach.

In gratitude, her father told Taro
that he could stay in the undersea kingdom
for as long as he wished.

For many days, Taro enjoyed the thrill and care-free life
of the undersea kingdom.

After a great deal of time had passed, however,
Urashima Taro thought of his family,
and desperately wanted to se them again.

The princess told him that she could not force him to stay and,
as he prepared to return to his old life, handed Taro a box –
but telling him that he must never open it in the world of men.

Returning home, Taro saw that the people in his village
were all strangers; and that his home
was now an empty field.

On inquiring about his family, Taro was told
that they had died … several hundred years ago.
Taro realised that, in the days he had spent
frolicking in the palace,
many years had passed in the world that he had left.

Realising that there was now nothing left for him of his old life,
Taro remembered the parting gift given him by the princess.

Ignoring her warning, he opened the box and
– enveloped by a cloud of white smoke –
he was instantly transformed into an old man;
and in the realisation of this … Taro died.

I had never come across a satisfactory moral for this old tale.

But to me – one was always evident.

I view the world, I suppose, ‘from the outside’ –
as a man whom no one wants to know:
whom multitudes regard as narrow-minded and morose.

But I too, look at the world and – while they see me,
I also see them …

In Taro, I see the fate and future of the majority
of the human race of the 21st century:
impatiently despising all calls
to self control and moderation;
moral discernment and selfless living –
many of whom, I believe, will one day
look back from their death-beds …

and realize that they have wasted
an entire lifetime
in the pursuit of vanity, greed;
entertainment, and ambition.

For me, this life is an opportunity to think
– and consider; and use the time given me
to humble myself;
to live as though I might one day actually have to
give an account of myself before God;
and to exercise empathy, discretion, and integrity.

“Good” or “Bad” … “Right” or “Wrong”
– it seems, is now determined
upon nothing greater than

My house; My family;
My possessions; My career;
My church; My country; My memories –

“Me” … “My” … and “Mine”.

Urashima Taro realised – too late –
that the whole of his life was gone.

How many, I wonder, in the final hours of their life,
have developed the realisation – too late –
that the same was true of them …

… that the constant pursuit of Entertainment
and Ambition had stolen their entire life ?

It was the observation of John Owen –
chaplain to Oliver Cromwell – that,

“And hence it is come to pass, that
wherever there have been complaints of
faults, miscarriages, errors
… their counsels have only been
how to destroy the Complainers,
not in the least

how they should reform themselves … ”

Those who are false,
hate those who are true.

The mass of people will have little or nothing to do
with a man or woman who displays sober-minded
consideration in daily life. Often, such a person
will be despised and ridiculed as “narrow-minded”.

Is that an insult … Or is it a compliment ?

I may not like to be without friends in my life, but
I can certainly appreciate Why it is happening.

And, as I have no desire to be – to imitate –
what I see and hear around me,
I am obliged to accept it.

I greatly value the lesson that I took
from the tale of Urashima Taro …

I choose to lament now
– to feel shame, and be sorry
for those occasional times
when I have selfishly, in ignorance or emotion,
upset people through something impulsively said –

rather than to realise, on my deathbed,

that I have lived life as a pathetic,
self-centred narcissist
whose sole incentive for existing
was the pleasure and promotion

… of Me.

P Livingstone

Women’s … “Liberation” ???

Considered thoughts from a man who remembers a time
when the world still possessed Gentle Men …
and Ladies …

One of the more singular perversions of the last century
are the terms that are used to describe the normalisation
of what was once deemed abnormal …

The butchery of a child in the womb
is called “Family Planning”.

Perhaps the most bizarre phenomenon for me,
in the early 1970’s, was to realise that
the masculinization of women

( the eradication of femininity from women )

was called … “feminism”.

Last weekend, whilst walking past a car in which
a mother was plainly struggling to free her child’s foot
from a strap on the car-seat – I stopped
and spoke across to her … “Can I help?”

The woman froze.

The husband – sitting in the driver’s seat with that typical,
21st-century, cow-chewing-its-cud, glazed expression –
made absolutely no effort to help untangle the strap
from the child’s limb.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

Craning to look over her shoulder at me,
the twenty-something displayed what can
only be described as a mask of disgust,
and replied, “Yeeee-ah-uh!”
in that obnoxious, modern-day drawl
which is seemingly reserved for those
who ask the most ludicrous questions possible.

“Very sad that you find an offer of help
– made out of kindness – to be so offensive”
I remarked before walking off.

In what an arrogant and barbaric state
must the human mind and soul be, when even
someone in need of help, will not possess the humility
and gratitude … to accept it.

There is an evident and alarming readiness
in the modern multitudes to instantly ridicule
or regard with suspicion … anyone –
when given the slightest opportunity to do so.

Whilst I cannot help but suspect that belittling others
makes ignorant or cruel people believe
that they are more intelligent, or capable,

what is evident, is that this modern readiness to degrade
– rather than think, or consider – certainly appeals
to the vanity of the Vicious.

There have always been vulgar, degraded, and vicious
people: but what is most certain, is that – whereas
when I was in school, our immediate response to adults
was along the lines of “Please, Sir” … “Yes, Miss” … or
“No, Thank You, Ma’am” –

Parents” have set the example for twelve year-olds
who are without restraint in ‘effing and blinding’,
and ‘giving lip’ to shocked elders, teachers at school,
and security guards in the shopping centre.

Neither I, nor my friends, in the 1960’s,
would have done anything that would bring
disgrace upon our parents.

Whilst impertinence is far, far more prevalent now,
malignant humanity has certainly been around
since the world began. It is just that now,
selfishness, promiscuity, arrogance, malice,
vengeance, violence – Aggression – is now regarded
as ‘normal’ behaviour.

The LIBERATED WOMAN

I have quietly observed that, in the 21st century,
there is no such thing as “hate speech”
when it is directed
towards anything that is remotely moral.

The whole of the Internet is a platform
for the vicious to degrade other people,
gratify vanity, or satisfy greed.

The comments on YouTube alone
are more than sufficient to reveal that moral conscience
is no longer a general trait
of 21st century humanity.

Consider the popular fascination with Tolkien,
and his tale of Middle Earth.

” The ring is the ultimate machine because it was made
for coercion. Made by Sauron to coerce. And that is why
the only solution to the problem of the ring –
as the wise of Rivendale saw – was its destruction.”
[ Christopher Toliken, BBC: JRR Tolkien –
A Study of the Maker of Middle Earth ]

A race now exists (generally and with rare exception)
of people who cannot think for themselves,
but must imitate what they see played out
on television, cinema, and computer screens;

unable to think from a reserve of facts gleaned
from the reading of quality books,
but needing instead,
to “look up” everything on the Internet.

Many – judging by their own raucous speech
whilst standing in the queue at the supermarket,
or the coffee-house – have no higher enjoyment in life
than the amplified noise and debauchery
of the next liquor-fuelled “party” or “night out”.

Unable to express themselves without filthy profanity,
the qualities that once raised a human being
above the level of an animal

– self discipline, patience, the ability to pause
and reason, selfless compassion –

have been discarded and replaced by a machine-like
ruthlessness devoid of any mature, once-human quality
of humble self-sacrifice.

Many – possessing neither maturity nor refinement,
use ‘boom cars’ or audio speakers in the house,
to dominate the civilised, and pound their noise
through the homes of quiet-living, peaceable people.

Human beings HAVE BECOME – Ringwraithes –
lifeless beings that are utterly
dependent upon technology:
unable to think, reason, discern,
or judge Good from Evil –

but following, like machines, whatever
a video screen or a ‘news’-paper, or “orders”
tells them.

Merely look, or listen, in any public place,
and the fact will be readily confirmed: multitudes
whose “conversation” – punctuated by
filthy obscenities – can be heard thirty feet away;

people who will not even look (much less smile)
at a stranger they pass on the street – instead,
shout inanities into mobile telephones for all to hear;
“text” furiously;
or stare vacantly – their ears plugged
with miniature loudspeakers.

Human beings connected to machines:
incapable of mature conversation
with sober-minded people; vacuously existing
… like machines.

Nothing will arouse them from their stupor
until the next iProduct “upgrade” renews
the grip of technology once again,

and they are plunged deeper
into their technological addiction
– oblivious that there ever was a time
when people did not need machines
in order to ‘have a life’.

It is this technological darkness
that replaces brain function,
and seems to bind
21st century inhabitants together.

This is the One Ring at work:

“One ring to rule them all,
one ring to find them;
one ring to bring them all,
and in the darkness, bind them
… in the land of Mordor.”

The name is Old English:
the land of … Murder.

And Nowhere is there ANY place
more populated by vicious, vindictive,
mental and emotional Murderers,

than the Internet.

The Internet is a land of Ringwraithes:
having no discernible lives in and of themselves;

raised in adolescence to know nothing of

responsibility,
accountability,
discipline,
curfews,
or correction;

guided by nothing but their own “Self Esteem” –
their mentality formed by the mental sewage
and moral filth of television, cinema;
computer games, and the Internet;

and motivated by whatever amusement
is portrayed on the screen in front of them.

Simply typing the words: “Tolkien” “Middle Earth”
into YouTube is enough to immediately – immediately –
reveal an example of the effects of this ‘One Ring’:

Having select one of the first-offered results,
I was, within 5 seconds – seconds ! –
confronted with comments in which

some young woman expresses her offense
at “Tolkien’s prudish Victorian morality” …
and then adds what seems to be considered
some form of ‘qualification’ for her ignorance:

“Keep in mind I belong to a living history group
and know a bit about the middle-ages.”

The unbridled Ignorance
absolutely boggles the mind.

I can hammer a nail into a piece of wood:
that does not make me a carpenter.

Nor does some upstart’s passing involvement
in some club denote her
an expert in matters, and people,
– and a time,
in which she neither lived nor experienced.

Having felt perfectly free to express
her detestation of a time
when it was generally recognised
that the sanctity, safety,
and smooth running of the home; and,

the moral well-being and proper raising
of beloved children,
was thanks to the diligence, care, and selflessness

of a loving wife and mother …

She then makes it clear that she regards
such diligent honourable, moral responsibility;

as well as a society in which selfless diligence
was Commonplace … as ‘prudish’,

– all whilst making it abundantly clear that she
will tolerate no criticism of her

[ I have edited the obscenities ]:

“People that make hateful comments towards me
will be booted and blocked. I personally hate people
that act like a**holes in general.
If you want to say something towards me
be respectful, or get f*cked.
My thread, My rules.”

[ End Quote ]

And there it is:

A real woman of the 21st century –

Be “respectful” to me … or “get f*cked”.

What a testament to her parents.
What a representative of her family.
What a perfect example of modern society.

She can denounce the morality of a man;
but obscenities are heaped upon anyone
who might dish out similar treatment to her.

She derides others, yet demands that everyone
be respectful to her;

and does so by hurling vicious, filthy profanity
at anyone who will not bow
to … her … rules.

So bereft of a conscience,
the irony is utterly lost to her.

This is PRECISELY the One Ring at work.

There was a time when women were known as

“The Gentle Sex”.

A century later sees them,
not merely imitating men, but –
having become every bit as crude
and vicious.

Women’s … ‘LIBERATION’ ?

Indeed, given my memories of the dignified, feminine,
and respectable women that I remember from the 1960’s,

it is a gigantic … DEGRADATION.

There is something, for me, about seeing aggression,
vulgar filth, and profane obscenities
disgorged from the mouth or mind of a woman

that simply fills me with an overwhelming sense

that ‘all is lost’.

P Livingstone