Woe king

Sadly, that’s what I think of Charlie 3.

His younger brother is a hound, always has been, by repute. Probably undone by an unhealthy streak of aristocratic arrogance. Somehow extending the divine right of kings to include a suspension of decency.

It is a common tale of misfortune which resounds amongst the ranks of scions of families with inherited wealth. Too much money and regard for status seems to lead to the belief that rules of society and decency do not apply.

But he has not been accused of any particular crime. Years ago a claim was settled with the girl who claimed the prince had taken took advantage of her when she was a minor. Inappropriate, undesirable behaviour but no crime.

The media hullabaloo has ebbed and waned. There has been a recent resurgence of the same allegations and the girl has died.

So…. HRH the Charlie sees fit to cast his brother out; cancelling all the honours and privileges traditionally accorded to a child of a monarch.

This is a weak act of virtue signalling in keeping with the woke generation. That is a clear indication that the Palace has succumbed

Google says:

A king is symbolic of power, authority, and leadership, representing the nation’s identity, continuity, and the rule of law. He can also symbolize a connection to divinity or the ultimate source of justice…

Justice requires appropriate consideration of evidence and the opportunity to defend oneself at trial. There are no accusers – just noisemakers and a compliant puppet.

A Weak, Wan, Woke King.

No wonder there are no real leaders in the UK, with such a weak monarch.

His mother had more balls.

Social Justice

gimme!

I started to write about the political emphasis placed on child care and aged care. Both aimed at liberating mothers and fathers from caring for their families, so they could work.

The political left crusades to enable every adult to enter the workforce. They do this by making more and more money available to voters – isn’t that kind?

How do you get mothers back to work? Pay to have their children and their aged parents cared for by others.

Never mind the destruction of the family as a nurturing place for young and old.

But it is more than that. Exploiting apparent inequalities as a political practice is effective in getting sympathy votes. How can it be wrong?

The moral high ground of the Social Justice Warrior is: Emancipation is an ongoing process. It is a moral duty to address remaining inequalities. We must create a more just and equitable society for all. 

The political opportunity of exploiting the moral of disadvantage is a battle based on sentiment, not intellect.

That fallacy is the cudgel used – it’s not equal, that’s not fair! Everyone must have equal rights…

The Left has become the champion of the voteless people. Championing equality for the poor, people of colour, women, homosexuals, the aged and the disabled engenders lifelong electoral support. So virtuous!

It’s the gift that keeps on giving, because things will never be equal for everybody…

Of course this is only possible in democracies. If you step out of line in China, Russia, Korea, Iran, Zimbabwe, Venezuela or most Middle Eastern countries, there is a high probability that you will disappear or die.

The opponents of democracies: totalitarian, Islamist, kleptocratic regimes actively support and agitate for “Social Justice” in western democracies.

It is a great way to maintain ongoing disruption and antipathy in societies.

This didn’t go where I was thinking of going… but it still says something about what I think…

The heart of woak?

I want to be a woman – a short Monty Python sketch from 1979

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Yet that logic has prevailed.

Tolerance will reach such a level that intelligent people will be banned from thinking so as not to offend the imbeciles.”

Dostoevsky’s razor-sharp prophecy critiques the paradox of modern tolerance—where fear of offence stifles truth. His irony underscores the fragility of societies that prioritize comfort over wisdom, urging us to defend reason even when it unsettles.

Since the mid-20th century, many elite institutions have rejected the philosophical orientation of empiricism in favor of a faddish postmodern view of the world. Postmodernism, alongside romanticist and fundamentalist religious modes of thought, rejects the notion that humans are able to discern what is true through data collection and experimentation.

Romanticists believe that the truth is discerned through feeling, fundamentalists through revelation—and postmodernists believe that there is no such thing as truth at all.

Our new media ecosystem blends all three of these outlooks, rendering empiricism a quaint relic of another age.

 Time writer William Henry III on the subject of multiculturalism and cultural equality, states that “it is scarcely the same thing to put a man on the moon as to put a bone in your nose”.

Goldberg stated that “multiculturalism—which is simply egalitarianism wrapped in rainbow-colored paper—has elevated the notion that all ideas are equal, all systems equivalent, all cultures of comparable worth.”

He has criticized the idea of “social justice” as meaning “anything its champions want it to mean” or “‘good things’ no one needs to argue for and no one dare be against”.

Vesti la giubba

Put on your costume and do your job. Heart-broken, Pagliacci the clown had to go on with the show

Ridi del duol che t’avvelena il cor

Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart.

Sometimes we just have to do it. Of course there are worse jobs with worse things to do: imagine a frontline soldier having to face the enemy or a doctor who has to tell a child they are going to die or a policeman to a mother whose baby is dead

But everyday some of us have to gird our loins just to go on with our lives, open the door, go to work and be polite.

So many silent, secret heroes out there.

The winter garden

The first nasturtiums are out, all yellow except for one blood red.

Green and red stars of the poinsettia are stirringly beautiful.

Deep blue sky.

The sun is almost too hot but its cold inside.

Pigeons give their lazy oo-call and the honeyeater squeaks three times.

Its very green after a wet autumn.

We have no fruit now but the herbs are flourishing.

Some petunias but pansies yet to flower.

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