No surprises

I worked for several years in the industrial relations arena during the transformation years of the 1990’s in South Africa. Things were raw and stark and there were many horrible deaths…

One lesson about dealing with people that stayed with me is that there should be no surprises.

In practice that means being predictable, highlighting the risks and illuminating desired outcomes.

…. and doing what you say you will.

Predictability and consistence – the hall marks for stability.

Donald Trump gets a big fat zero on both

TACO fits his most outrageous statements….

Which begs the question – is he promoting chaos?

Certainly, it is a means of bringing about change, until now favoured by Marxists seeking totalitarian power.

His statements about war on Democrat cities are troubling. He claims these cities have supposedly fostered illegal immigrants. This indicates he believes nearly half of US citizens are traitorous!

Now he is playing peek-a-boo with his will he/ won’t he decisions. He is contemplating whether to smash the Iranian underground nuclear facilities. Oh! And by the way, he may ‘take out‘ their Head of State, (obviously not on a date!)

I believe in his stated objectives on reducing:

  • uncontrolled immigration
  • sclerotic government bureaucratic swamps
  • the woke culture which has invaded universities and teaching, medical and legal professions
  • the overly simplistic climate goals
  • the influence of Big Pharma.

I also agree that global economics need to be changed with a view to prioritising national productivity.

The fact that these target conditions have become entrenched over a number of years, means that they will be extraordinarily difficult to eradicate.

I also believe that radical change cannot be effected gradually or gently.

So maybe Trump’s wrecking ball politics is crashing in the right directions?

The end cannot justify the means, for the simple and obvious reason that the means employed determine the nature of the ends produced.

Aldous Huxley

Partial support may drag followers into the vortex of fascism, particularly if the military become enmeshed in the steps.

I reckon that if Trump drops the buster, he will go on to become a full blown dictator.

(I also believe that he must drop the bomb to cut off the head of the Iranian snake that has been bedevilling the world for a loong time)

How about that ? Topple one regime and start another on a different continent!

End Times

I have been entertaining some deep thoughts prompted by others and Trumpmania.

Now maybe irrelevant speculation….. !? It seems Israel has released the brakes and stomped on the accelerator…!

The lessons of world history are clear…

When the equilibrium between ruling elites and the majority tips too far in favour of elites, political instability is all but inevitable.

As income inequality surges and prosperity flows disproportionately into the hands of the elites, the common people suffer, and society-wide efforts to become an elite grow ever more frenzied… once a society steps on the road to crisis, it resembles a massive ball rolling down a narrow valley with steep slopes.

It’s very difficult to stop or even deflect its rush to an impending disaster.

But once the ball arrives at the crisis point, the valley opens up—there are many ways to exit the crisis.

Some paths lead to a complete disaster and utter collapse. Other trajectories manage to avoid the bloodshed of a revolution or a civil war.

Broadly-based well-being is a key variable in the structural-demographic theory, while its opposite, popular immiseration, is one of the most important drivers for instability

He [Turchin] calls this process the wealth pump; it’s a world of the damned and the saved.

And since the number of such positions remains relatively fixed, the overproduction of elites inevitably leads to frustrated elite aspirants, who harness popular resentment to turn against the established order.

Turchin’s models show that when this state has been reached, societies become locked in a death spiral it’s very hard to exit.

Peter Turchin End Times – Cliodynamica

The Iron Law of Oligarchy. In short, power corrupts.

Behavioural Sink is a term coined to describe the behaviour of rats living in an experimental utopia with ample food and no threats

They clustered together in one area and their behaviour deteriorated.

Sort of like the impact of urbanisation on humans…

I also watched a brief video on Fascism and the scenes from LA prompted thoughts of Kristalnacht in 1938 Germany.

Deliberate overuse of power to stoke up resistance from a target population. There is a Fuhrer and sycophantic toadies and brutal bullying and suppression of opposition.

 Deaths of Despair*

Life expectancy in the United States has recently fallen for three years in a row—a reversal not seen since 1918 or in any other wealthy nation in modern times. In the past two decades, deaths of despair from suicide, drug overdose, and alcoholism have risen dramatically, and now claim hundreds of thousands of American lives each year—and they’re still rising.

In [their] critically important book, Case and Deaton tie the crisis to the weakening position of labour, the growing power of corporations, and, above all, to a rapacious health-care sector that redistributes working-class wages into the pockets of the wealthy. Capitalism, which over two centuries lifted countless people out of poverty, is now destroying the lives of blue-collar America.

… for those who used to prosper in America, capitalism is no longer delivering.

*https://press.princeton.edu/books/hardcover/9780691190785/deaths-of-despair-and-the-future-of-capitalism

Stay Alive

Whatever happens, stay alive.

Don’t die before you’re dead.

Don’t lose yourself, don’t lose hope, don’t loose direction. Stay alive, with yourself, with every cell of your body, with every fiber of your skin.

Stay alive, learn, study, think, read, build, invent, create, speak, write, dream, design.

Stay alive, stay alive inside you, stay alive also outside, fill yourself with colors of the world, fill yourself with peace, fill yourself with hope.

Stay alive with joy.

There is only one thing you should not waste in life,

and that’s life itself…

~ Virginia Woolf

The heart of woak?

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

https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1CHimGAWNj

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”.

Kindness

It needed a crash to shake me out of my lethargy.

Being inclined to indolence I have a routine, which I follow with minor deviations depending largely on weather and people. I am not a spontaneously social being so take the wider track to avoid chatters.

Today it was wet, as was yesterday and many days before. Walking Lulu, I took a loop to avoid a lady and her two sprightly Staffies.

As I got to the slippery downslope to the road, I saw a friendly feller from up the road …. and my right foot slipped, smooth and fast!

My left knee (with the 35year old carbon fibre ligament) bent under me and I crashed onto my left foot). Oomph and eina!

I am not as slim as I used to be, so I think the earth shuddered. I lay gasping like a stranded whale. Lulu was still attached but soon lost interest. The friendly feller hustled over and inquired. A muscular jogger stopped and enquired. They lifted me up (ooh! I feel a song coming on..). A man in a big RAM truck stopped and enquired.

I felt loved and soo grateful. Every person who saw me enquired and lifted my body and spirit. They ensured I was alright before they left.

It is so good to know spontaneous kindness and care beat in everyman’s chest. I am reassured about the goodness of man.

I was careless, I know the place is slippery and always take care, except when I don’t! Gratitude is a healing warmth.

I am a better man today than I was yesterday.

Glimpses of my life

These are the 40 glimpses of moments, experiences which resonate whenever I think of them.

My Lenten undertaking was to make something everyday, so I re-created and shared these memories.

Easter is my time for reflection and thanksgiving; it is a time of reverence and rejoicing for many.

Let us all pray for peace.

Day 1:                  Pavarotti’s astounding faith in love:…vincero, vincerooo!

Day 2:                  Torchlight showing rainwater running into a fresh lion print

Day 3:                  Electric green flashes as lorikeets shriek by

Day 4:                  Flowers bending under bees knees

Day 5:                  Michelangelo’s statue of David in Florence – artistic perfection!

Day 6:                  Tickalocks! All locked up!

Day 7:                  A wild elephant’s eye from 6 feet away ..!

Day 8:                 Peroop! peroop…! – bee eaters calling high in the sky

Day 9:                 A leaping tiger fish spitting my spoon back at me on Lake Kariba

Day 10:               The view from Table Mountain

Day 11:               The aerial ropeway at Havelock Mine

Day 12:               La Pietà di Michelangelo in St Peter’s Basilica

Day 13: The scent of Mum’s roses

Day 14:              Benny Wessels rubbing his bum in the frost after being caned!

Day 15:              A Mocambique Cobra standing hood-spread 6 inches from my feet…

Day 16:              Drifting down the Zambezi River watching crocs and avoiding hippos

Day 17:              The lone piper sounding a lament at the edge of the Mtsoli valley, Havelock Mine

Day 18:              Ozymandias

Day 19:              Family and friends under the flowering jacaranda at our wedding.

Day 20:              The blare of the trombone and poom-poom of the tuba blown by Swazi warriors on the march

Day 21:              Grilled piri piri prawns a la Portugues

Day 22:              Notre Dame cathedral

Day 23:              A headless puffadder trying to strike the hand holding its tail.

Day 24:              A whiter shade of pale

Day 25:              Daddy laughing at something he read – tears streaming from his eyes.

Day 26:              Pie jesu

Day 27:              A cold glass of beer on a hot afternoon

Day 28:              The Duomo in Florence. Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore 

Day 29:              The Concorde

Day 30:              Candy floss

Day 31:              Roadside Cosmos 

Day 32:              The scent of bread from bakery ovens

Day 33:              “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas

Day 34:              Gustav Klimt’s painting: Judith and the head of Holofernes   

Day 35:              Blue swallows flitting past on a high mountain vlei

Day 36:              The  glint in the eye of an impish bull terrier

Day 37:              Samba pa ti – Carlos Santana

Day 38:              The amabutfo singing  Siya ncaba ka nkofula  on Swaziland Independence day, echoing from the Mdzimba Mountains

Day 39:              Ox Tail stew

Day 40:              Last Post sounding from the Police camp in the evening – Mbabane  in the 1950’s

There maybe some confusion

My latest post may have been a bit weird for those followers of this website who are not part of my sillysocks Facebook page (which is a Facebook group I started).

To explain:

I have always tried to observe Lent by not doing something and by doing something for the 40 days.

So, I undertook to give up lunch and to record a momentous glimpse into my life.

I shall post the full list after Lent has ended.

Hope that makes it a bit clearer.

A Glimpse Omnibus

I regret that my Lenten discipline has been very poor. Mea culpa! I have been idle and evasive, rationalizing my failure .. to no avail.

I thought maybe I should do a job lot to catch up.

Each glimpse is attached to a stirring memory. I have tried to broaden my scope – bit worried about the number of snakes that feature!

By the way, I remember what Glimpse 5 was: Michelangelo’s David – perfect art!

This post covers days 22 to 38 to catch up (Day 40 is Holy Thursday.)

22  Petrichor in Africa

23 A headless puffadder trying to strike the hand holding its tail.

24 A whiter shade of pale -Procul Harum

25 Daddy laughing at something he read – tears streaming from his eyes.

26 Pie jesu

27 A cold glass of beer, condensation beading the glass

28 The Duomo in Florence. Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore 

29 The Concorde

30 The Hallelujah Chorus

31 Roadside Cosmos in Autumn

32 The scent of baking bread from bakery ovens

33  “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas

34 Gustav Klimt: Judith and the head of Holofernes   

35 Blue swallows flitting past on a high mountain vlei

36 The  glint in the eye of an impish bull terrier

37 Samba pa ti – Carlos Santana

38 The amabutfo singing  Siya ncaba ka nkofula  on Swaziland Independence day, echoing from the Mdzimba Mountains

Paying us with our own credit card

We choose government representatives. They decide how much money to collect from us. They also determine how to spend it for our benefit.

We expect them to be honest, disciplined, anticipatory and prudent.

We expect them to spend only what they can collect.

Without fear, favour or prejudice.

Just before an election the current Australian government is paying more money to every household.

It will have to borrow money to do so.

Is it trying to persuade us it is a good government by paying us money that we will have to pay back?

Well, Jim Horner, that is our pie and our plum – you are not a good boy!

If the people re-elect this government, they deserve what they will have to pay for.

In the future, more will have to be spent on government debt than on services to the people.

This has go to stop!

Round … like a circle in a spiral …

I wrote this 19 years ago – it could have been yesterday!

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 Ayrabs & the Aryans?? oil-rich & the oil poor?? the former colonisers & the formerly colonised??)
My grandfathers (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!