Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Education

The one thing theocrats hate above all else, because they know, ultimately, that their influence can only hold sway if their congregations are prevented from assessing the merits of their nonsense in the light of knowledge and reason. Hence the appalling events in Pakistan yesterday. Eventually, and I'm convinced of this, humanity will grow up enough to reject the prehistoric superstitions that hold so many in thrall at present. I just hope that no more innocents have to be slaughtered in the interim, although I know in my heart that my hope is in vain.
Incidentally, this is post number 1500 in this blog. I wish it could've involved a less traumatic subject. Thank you all for your continued support.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Fatalistic

Another day, another news bulletin, another panicked descent into a slough of despond. The more I hear and see, the more convinced I am that I'll die in prison, or some kind of 'concentration camp', or do the deed myself to evade that consequence. I could talk at length about the hatred of the world at large, but, when it comes down to it, no-one could ever hate me more than I hate myself.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 15 December 2014

Pity life didn't imitate art

The Mail on Sunday had a frothing dose of 'outrage' on its front page this weekend, around the BBC's decision to broadcast a reading of a short story about the fictional assassination of Margaret Thatcher. As far as I'm concerned, no public figure in this country, in my lifetime, has been so richly deserving of being assassinated than that vile petit bourgoeise harridan who destroyed so many lives, including my dad's, with her 'greed is good', 'no such thing as society' policies. One of the quotes that might have made me laugh at its hyperbole, had it not been for its source, was the one which described the story as 'a sick book from a sick mind'. Who was the quote from? Norman Tebbit, one of the most deeply unpleasant people ever to have served in any UK government, in my opinion, almost more doctrinaire in his Thatcherism than Thatcher herself. 'A sick mind'? Physician, heal thyself. The woman was dreadful almost beyond words when she was alive, to have her become the subject of a posthumous 'personality cult' is positively stomach-turning.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Thursday, 11 December 2014

The one?

On a bus, not very close to here, at lunchtime. Dressed as though having been (or going) to school. Not of legal age, but not too far off. 14, most likely. I looked, the look was returned. Then, a few stops later, it was time for me to get off. There were traffic lights just ahead of the stop, so the bus didn't move off immediately, because of the queue. I glanced up, towards the top deck. He was looking down at me. I looked away, looked back, and he was still looking. No sign of fright, of freaking out, of distaste. What was there? Curiosity? Interest? Then the lights changed, the bus went on its way, and the moment was gone. The answer to any question was almost certainly 'no', why would a reasonably cute guy of his age show the least interest in a fat middle aged bloke? But what about the 1%, that remote chance that, after all these years, he might have been the one? If he was, and I've missed my chance, all I would want to do is to tear my own throat out, and messily, slowly, bleed to death.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Dream or nightmare?

I'm in my local, and a family who have just left after having a meal have left me pondering the question above. A family consisting of the requisite parents, and three cute boys. Could I have coped as 'patriarch' of such a family? Somehow, I very much doubt it.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 8 December 2014

What I don't need....

....when I'm already not exactly feeling at one with the world, for various reasons, is a bunch of 'media luvvy' types (there are some well known film and TV studios not too far from here, which figure in K's career plans) ya-yaing about Cornwall. Not 'my' bit of Cornwall, but close enough to rub salt into the wounds. Here's what you could've won - or did win, and then lost again. They've gone now, so I'll drink some more beer. But it won't dull the sense of loss, needless to say.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B