When People Are Argumentative And Closed

What do you do?

Well, you might try to provide for them a set of ideas and concepts which they may or may not be capable of / willing to assimilate.

You can offer.

You might frame this, extensively, in a million plus word blog.

You might hope that you would be “judged” on the totality of said blog.

Deep down inside you know that this is a vain hope…. because they are picky and defensive and overly fond of themselves.

You might offer to them the notion of “self-diagnosed omniscience” in the hope that satire might get past their “I know-it-all mentality”

You would not hold your breath…because that would be foolish.

In the ultimate you kind of already know that this is yet another futile gesture.

Deep down you know you are a gnat’s fart to the cosmos; problem is others imagine that they live chez Zeus on Mount Olympus.

How can a gnat’s fart converse meaningfully with a PI grant earning Olympic God?

Me the thane, you the lord.

Have you ever been to realm of pure white light, chez Amitabha?

I have…it is groovy…

Yeah, futile gestures… I can do those in spades…I’ll bet there are a few more which I must do.


“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.”

Dalai Lama XIV

It is all a bit Blade Runner

Looks like private medicine is now something of a global business. People are even expanding into the lucrative and evolving China market.

I never knew that a refferal was a legal document…until now…

This says my arse is well and truly covered if anything goes wrong with the scan…You asked for it, not me…I’ll get my wiggy barrista friend to defend me in the highest court {star-bucks of which I have plenty} and if I bung the Tory party £3mill. I can become a splendid peer of the realm to boot. Hoorah…

Hippocratic Oath or Hypocritic Oath?

Foxtrot…Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra..

What a “brave” new world it is in which we are living…

I will cover my arse, you however {pleb} can die of cancer…off you trot now….

At least I will still be able to put my head far up my own arse after your passing…

The Illusion of Control

Do you control your own fate, your destiny?

Are you in control of the direction of “your” life?

It seems to me that many get mightily upset when things don’t go “their” way.

I remember having a conversation with our French teacher prior to Brexit being “done” and perhaps “dusted”. I said that the whole story / drama / endless saga about fishing rights would drag on way after any “agreement” was made. She and I agreed that this was likely to be the case.

It was so foxtrotting obvious!

{Don’t worry Boris it is just a detail. They are never important when you can build a bridge from Scotland to Norway, using imaginary money which you just don’t have.}

There is no such thing as a binary clean-cut divorce without some ill-will and rankling. The British press are suggesting that the French are sulking, and the French are saying that perfidious Albion is being just as perfidious as ever. You cannot cut with a knife without at least leaving some scar tissue.

We may like to think that we have our shit together, are clever and cunning, and are driving our lives towards the imagined nirvana of our goals and ambitions. But life has a whole bunch of spanners, curve balls etc. in its back pocket which it can at any time unleash. Fate has a whole rucksack full of quirks.

I used to have a trick to demonstrate this a little to groups I was facilitating. On one side of flip chart paper, I had:

“When God sees humans making plans…”

I would ask people to comment on this, it often solicited some strange reactions. Most people would refer to God as He. “If He exists blah, blah…”

On the next piece of paper, it said:

“She laughs…”

When I revealed this there was usually a very mixed reaction, I had deliberately thrown a cat amongst the pigeons as a facilitative manoeuvre.

The upshot of this was that any group I was facilitating realised that I was a stranger fish than they had at first estimated. Boring science dude might be a bit weirder than quantum mechanics.

Right now, people are getting flooded, houses are being swallowed by lava or destroyed by bush fires, “cuddly” polar bears are dying, people in Madagascar are starving, the Lebanon is in dire straits, Haiti is up shit creek without a paddle and Biden is talking to the head of the biggest paedophile organisation this planet has ever known. And the French and the British are arguing about foxtrotting fish and scallops. Squabbling siblings with a love-hate relationship…

You can buy Bulldog cushions here in France and posters of Provence in the UK.

And Greta is Rick-Rolling us…

We foxtrotting deserve it…


Do you control your own fate, your destiny?

Are you in control of the direction of “your” life?

We’re no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of

You wouldn’t get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you


We’ve known each other for so long

Your heart’s been aching but you’re too shy to say it

Inside we both know what’s been going on

We know the game and we’re gonna play it

And if you ask me how I’m feeling

Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see


Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra

Have You Ever Missed the Mark?

I’ll start this off with a quasi-satirical and perhaps partially philosophical question.

Is it possible for the self-diagnosed omniscient to ever get entirely the wrong end of the stick?

I have often wondered to myself why we, as a species, are so very blessed with such a large number of people who are sufficiently adamant that the world will be a better place for having had the benefit of their opinion so as to profess said opinion with an apparent conviction.

What have we done as a lowly bunch of plebs to receive such stupendous bounty?

I have an alternative hypothesis to many things.

One could argue that it is because of a tragic flaw in my character that I threw away everything and therefore will come to my tragic end alone and semi-impoverished in a foreign land.

Or one could develop the thematic alternate around this statement

Sie einen großen Fehler gemacht haben.

So, who missed the mark, is it I?

Or is it they?

One version of this narrative has way more implications than the other.

If ‘tis solely yours truly who has foxtrotted uniform, then there is no wider problem.

But should it be that others have foxtrotted uniform because of their erroneous self-diagnosis, then that is an altogether different matter….

Amish Paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
‘Cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a ‘tude? You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies all I agree I really look good in black… fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired


There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It’s as primitive as can be

Avoiding Physical Plane Reality

In the Independent {a UK Newspaper} this morning it points out 8 false claims made by Boris in his speech yesterday. I am beginning to wonder if he is deluded and actually believes his own rhetoric. It is not unusual for people to bullshit and then because of repetition come to believe what they have said.

If people do not like / accept physical plane reality, they can make shit up so as not to see it. They can live in the land of what if or the land of if only, in other words speculation of the future and changing the narrative of the past to suit.

Boris is claiming that the UK will change into a higher wage economy. Exactly where is the magic money going to come from? Is it by speculation on the spot price of methane? Is the country suddenly going into semiconductor mass production? Or does he imagine a secret and never-ending supply of Lithium? Who is going to pick the fruit, slaughter and butcher the lambs? If there is no home produce, he will have to import from Europe or the USA.

There is a shortage of Cheddar cheese here in France, an obvious knock-on effect from Brexit. There was no queue at the petrol pump.

My physical plane reality is pretty simple, but it is possible that others cannot believe it or accept it. That sort of thing can’t happen! But it has and it does. What the foxtrot is the problem with that? I don’t see one. Reality is reality and not a TV programme going under the banner of reality TV.

In real life a bunch of “celebrities” do not spontaneously materialise around a campfire in the Australian bush, vacuous gym and plastic surgery addicts do not self-assemble at a villa complex. We could always take celebrity SAS: who dares wins and turn it up a notch into a lethal version just like The Hunger Games.

Is this where humanity is heading, up escapism river in a barbed wire canoe?

Does saying something over an over make it true?

I found this quote this morning:

“That is of course rather painful for those involved. One should not, as a rule, reveal one’s secrets, since one does not know if and when one may need them again. The essential English leadership secret does not depend on particular intelligence. Rather, it depends on a remarkably stupid thick-headedness. The English follow the principle that when one lies, one should lie big, and stick to it. They keep up their lies, even at the risk of looking ridiculous.”

That applies to the dramatic events now taking place at sea and in the air. Despite his own knowledge and the facts, Mr. Churchill keeps saying that England is in a good position, and he is not in any way influenced by contrary facts. The Royal Air Force has pulverized Hamburg, destroyed every railroad station in Berlin, and left German war production in ruins, all the while never hitting a clinic, hospital, orphanage, old people’s home, or any kind of civilian target at all. The German Luftwaffe, on the other hand, has never been particularly interested in military or industrial targets. It is instead magnetically drawn to churches, schools, institutions for homeless children, and workers’ homes. They particularly like embassies, consulates, or American businesses.”

From Churchill’s Lie Factory by Joseph Goebbels

Maybe Boris is true to his influences…Churchill

“I say old chap, there is no need to panic buy. Everything is just dandy. I am in charge…”

How reassuring that the supermarket trolley is in charge.

What is the problem with being real?

The world {UK} is perhaps going down the shitter and people are bullshitting about it. See no evil, hear no evil.

“Brexit was the best idea since sliced bread, global Britain will resurface like phoenix from the EU fire. It will resume its position as a global leader..”

All this despite not having much of a manufacturing industry or many natural resources. It can no longer steal resources from other countries. Let’s sell them education, finance services and pop songs…

Where is the money going to come from?

Narnia methinks…

I am struggling to believe what I see and hear on the UK news….

The Stalker’s Rule and The Four Postulates of Stalking

The Worrier’s Path

The talker’s rule…

1) A Worrier does not believe in battles, therefore he approaches life with all the accuracy and care of someone who has drunk ten pints of “wife beater” and taken half a gram of amphetamine sulphate. A Worrier knows that knee jerk reactions are best and that repetition of folly is his favourite pastime.

2) By striving for complexity a Worrier fills his diary and day to day life with things of the utmost boredom and futility so as to avoid taking any action. A Worrier is able to construct a twenty seven dimension third order hyperpolarisability tensor for any situation so as to justify the fact that he is overwhelmed by complexity. By projecting catastrophe after catastrophe onto the world, the Worrier justifies his fear and inertia.

3) A Worrier knows that it is better to run than to stand, being sure that he can always put things off until Monday next week, when he can, if there is time, review how to put them off until the following month. A Worrier is sure that there is no such thing as the eternal now and his favourite mantra are “if only” and “what if?”

4) A Worrier never enters into battle because he knows that the control of his self image, view of the world and personal history are what keeps him sane. As such a Worrier is always obsessed with controlling his life so that he can, after all, have life on his own terms.

5) Whenever faced with even the slightest of difficulty the Worrier capitulates to the sound judgment of his infallible reason. He becomes obsessed with displacement activities and bends the true meaning of life to fit with all his preconceptions and prejudice.

6) A Worrier stretches time so that his life is filled with the exquisite beauty of hours spent in the dental waiting room looking forward with anticipation to that root canal work in the absence of anaesthetic. By making life as boring as possible he will extend his apparent longevity by decades. Hence his life will seem like an eternity.

7) A Worrier is convinced that he is only his self image and ensures that his personal history is sufficiently intact that he can be bound to it. A Worrier never reveals to himself the fact that he is a magical being of the universe.