Rack your brains, peacelovers …. (and zip your lips!!)

Greetings Fellow ranters and observers!
I surmise … even vaguely fear … that the world is on the edge of some ghastly global conflict.
The polarisation along traditional Western & Middle Eastern lines with significant religious and colour delineation clearly identify the main parties (the Arabs & the Aryans?? oil-rich & the oil poor?? the former colonisers & the formerly colonised??)
My grandfather (Boer War & WW1) and an uncle (WW2, Malaya etc) were professional soldiers, my father and other uncles were WW2 soldiers, I was a convoy escort in a small bush war in the 70’s. The chances that my children will not be called to serve are dwindling.
Once differences are identified …. it becomes us & them, compromise & middle ground diminish. Conscientious objectors fail to support the cause & just hamper the propaganda of the right side, so Pollyanna ranters & Necktie revolutionaries will be conscripted, interned or shot. Freedoms become unsustainable distractions.
I understand that! Speed, centralisation & efficiency of decision making are essential at such times. War is the way of all animals including mankind. Civilisation merely increases the scope of conflict and its attendant horrors …
What bleak thoughts & such a lack of faith in the power of love!
So how do we shut up the free speakers & cartoonists & flag burners & building bombers to allow the peacemakers to expand the compromise??

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Get real & toughen up!

Greetings heroes of the revolution!
I honour & praise you & hope that your year will bring you new found joys & riches …. and the courage to face reality & do the right thing!
It must be something about New Year resolutions that brings out whining & blaming …..
Social interaction is like mixing new chemicals – the outcomes are unknown and often not understood & frequently only discovered long afterwards….
Does that meean we should not interact or attempt to influence our surroundings … because we don’t know what will happen? Or should we hide away and interact only with chemicals we know. (hic!)
Should Marco Polo have stayed at home, Jesus stuck to carpentry, Confucius to painting??
To take your self & your work & ideas to the world is a duty. You are unique & wonderful & change the world around you, just by being there.
Do more, change it for the good, challenge & test, entertain & build … don’t run away.

(Don’t know if I like this Pollyana red neck ranter?)

Hair pee hairpee Kiissymoose!

It seems when my thoughts turn to Blog they veer towards a religious theme. I think it is Jon the man that does it – he is so admirably unaligned, even when sober.
Mind you Helly raised some slightly unreligious ideas when we watched ZCars in uniform together!!
Abe seems to veer towards an anti Great Satan rant quite easily – beware the American Imperialist !!!
I suppose it is good to have a slant!!
What has really been scratching away at my random thoughts is the reason for the season…..
Gathering together & renewing ties, resting & feasting & joining the community in old rituals… expressing goodwill!

So be friendly & joyful, sing out, smile & wave .. and remember to help with the washing up!!
May your lives be increased with some happiness & silliness, whimsy & folly
P.S. The best defence to the gift of a necktie is to play the “If I was an extra terrestrial student of earthlings, what could this be used for? game…

Bloggers’ Block

Death & Damnation!! I eked out a miserywinge, squealing about the greyness of days and lifting ones eyes to the horison and that boring glare that hurt the eyes …and lost the blog somehow.
I have had to cancel cricket because of the unrelenting rain – I can see consolation in the form of an Ultimate Double Whopper from Burger King .. and perhaps a vanilla shake (things are looking up).
However, in that blog, I confessed to a sneaking, naive … no – really stupid sort of faith that what a young Irish priest said to a young impressionable altar boy (now, now, don’t get ahead of yourselves)might come true – M……, God has great things in store for you!. I have sort of in my hazy daydream type thoughts, nurtured this belief: National Hero (saving the Queen from a rampant bulldozer), Martyr (dressing lepers’ sores on Molokai); multiple Lotto winner (notable charity patron & bon vivant)Gifted Athlete (better than Jean-Pierre Rives & Lawrence D’Allaglio)……. well not yet & opportune moments have slipped away. I am now grey, plump & timid. Not your fault, God – you have been pretty generous. That well meaning nice young priest, fresh from the seminary didn’t really have a direct connect to You – I assumed it. And great things have been given – just not the material & venial indulgences of my dreams.
So strike that light & get on with real life, boyo. I’ll have to start providing for my own retirement & not relying on provision from Above.
That’s probably what this grey, dirgy lump in the throat and faint urge to headbang is all about. Apprehension of the limits of mortality.
Grow up, son: Life is hard & then we die!
Mind you, life has not been hard, DG! & DV will continue in that way.

Asi Mbonanga

…. is the title of a song by Le Zoulou Blanc, Johnny Clegg, who makes South African style music which was very challenging in apartheid days, but is now mainly nostalgic.
It means: I no longer see and recounts how leaders like Mandela & Biko were no longer seen (because they were imprisoned or assassinated)
Clegg did a concert in Auckland on Tuesday, attended by thousands of expatriate Africans, 94% white 4% brown. (The only black Africans were on stage!)
It was sad to see the people arrive, eagerly/anxiously scanning for acquaintances (I did it too). How endearing were the injections of common slang and mimicry of typical types.
The thing about emigration is that it is difficult to go back – maybe that is pride? It is still sadtough after 8 years, … I still wish I was on the passing planes winging away homewards..
I know too that I would not be completely welcomed. I rejected my heritage & left them all to survive the hard times & bleated our heartsore & longing.
Asi mbonanga iAfrica …. ek verlang aan my tuisland.

What ever happened to Kevin?

It is difficult to get the I out of me. But why should I? I think the thought that prompts this is that these blogs are essentially “I” ambles. Egoblography.
A shallow comment of mine was recently dissected quite clinically by a sharp thinker & left me feeling quite trivial. This led on to the thought that observations are often tainted by the “I” of the beholder. It presumably provides some uniqueness, but how original are a common person’s (oops! nearly slipped there)thoughts. My sister commented on the risk of exposure and maybe that’s what it is – webflashing!!
Kevin, by the way is a priest I saw, flashing his blog on the web. (Sounds obscene, don’t it). In an attempt to engage, probably rooted in my unquenched Catholic altar boy experieces (fear I would drop the wine) I invited him to be my friend. … nothing, no reply. How can this shepherd have ignored my bleat?
Mind you, he had a grey vest on, so is probably a Protestant. Never mind Father, I am sure He has a plan for you guys too, probably next to the Parsees.

Remember back then..?

I thought & have been thinking how sad strange it is that in one’s life you meet so many people who then disappear…completely. Some (most of the dogs & cats, I’m sure) have died.
I suppose it doesn’t help that I buzzed off to the antipodeean land of the long white cloud. I lived in many places but I am going to have a go at remembering the people there … (apologies to those I didn’t remember, you are not forgotten, just …)
I have marked* those I have had contact with in the last 10 years or so
Bremersdorp (1950’s): Jimmy Batchelor*, June Rose, Georgie Karagonis, Little Flower convent
Mbabane (late 50’s, early 60’s): Patrick(Pine) Pitcher; Peter Armstrong, Niel Rae*, Snarly Davies, Buster Culverwell*, John Horn, Nunkie Berry, Lindsay Rice, Monkey Slatem (RIP), the Marwicks, Martins, Lamzima, Samuel the cook, Samuel Matsebula (RIP); the Allardices (RIP?); Tsabetse, Bessie & Farouk, Cheeky Bums, Jess Robertson,Inky English, Miss Vos, Du’T, Kariba oval,George Gibbon & his dad (Akela); Roddy Smith*
Havelock Mine (60’s & 70’s)John & Peggy Critchley, the Nicholsons, Newcombes, Paige Greens, Jones, Collen Benson, Antoinete Britz, Golly Bowen, the Snooks*, Bob Sanderson, the Gordon Highlanders, Jess, Le Clus’, Ian Jenner (RIP); Titus; Vas aan die slaap, Christine Keeler (the cat) Twiggy, Jock
(*only 5/43)

This is too much – each name triggers off little cameo memories … this is supposed to be a philosophy column not an ego-blography.

Save to say that all these people have contributed to my life – thank you for your donations, gratefully (now) received!
Some have not worn socks, others have chewed them & others even washed them.
I am sure all of them would subscribe to the Silly Sock Philosophy (under construction), promoting quirks & whimsy, to make the world a better place.