Groupies
There are people who get all their ideas from the unsupported opinions of others; have faith in some religion; vote fascists into power; love guns; don’t vaccinate children; and hate women. Generally these categories overlap.
There are people who get all their ideas from the unsupported opinions of others; have faith in some religion; vote fascists into power; love guns; don’t vaccinate children; and hate women. Generally these categories overlap.
Writing my autobiography lets me rule a line under my past and decide what to do with my life as I approach three quarters of a century
Revolution can never come about by the gentle persuasion of the ruling class to give up the benefits they receive from the current system
You say you want a Read More »
Who would have thought that a major effect of global warming would be a decrease in the intelligence of politicians?
There should be a term limit set on how long some ancient, historical grievance can be used to justify slaughtering people today.
500 years? A thousand? Read More »
Reading the life stories of the famous achievers of the past and present, you reach a point where they broke through, became recognised, touched by genius, ranked among the immortals of literature, or science, or film, or art. But my breakthrough moments were papered over, muffled, erased from the historic photographs. So I remain disappointed
All over the Universe, the small number of sentient species, in a handful of galaxies, have given up hope for the survival of the almost sentient species, Homo sapiens, which currently lives on a small planet, near a small star, on the outer reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Does Bolsonaro not know that whatever remnant of the human race remains next century will curse his name in the same way that Hitler, Attilla, Genghis, Stalin, Pol Pot and Trump were cursed, or does he not care?
Destroyer of Worlds Read More »
“Religious cult” is a tautology; “Sustainable development” is an oxymoron.
Definitions by example Read More »
I remember when I was young reading about two brothers, hoarders, who filled their house with newspapers, traversed by tunnels, which one day collapsed and killed them. In old age our minds are filled with the hoarded memories of a lifetime, ready to crush our spirit with their weight as we tunnel through.