Sunday, March 26, 2017

Two Potato

End of March, a little rain brought out the Potato. The little darlings will probably need to be coddled against the late frosts, and this year when the dry comes there will be watering of their bed, which is always a fun game to play with hose pipes.

With respect to the other Potato I had a dream last night. Television network executives had gathered to address the declining ratings of a Reality Show. Their verdict was that Donald Trump should become a Bernie Sanders supporter. Ratings soared, advertisers flocked.

Saturday, March 25, 2017


We don't have the TV here. But we do have the internet. On a good day your political activist can catch a snippet or two of moving pictures on his technical device, and recently I actually saw Sean Spicer, the man in the White House who talks to and answers questions from the Washington Correspondents of a great many newspapers. One of the things he said was, and I'll have to paraphrase, was this: ".....We can't make people vote the way we want them to, this isn't a dictatorship...."  Classically enough the wind suddenly changed direction or a Lotus Leaf fell on a Lilly Pond in Kyoto, the snippet I was watching came to a screaming halt and that infuriating little whirly-gig popped onto the screen, started chasing its tail.

All the same I thought this a most peculiar thing for Sean Spicer to say, and familiar as I am with importance of context I assumed that I had missed the gist of the questions and answers. I mean it could have been a question like "Why aren't congress people voting the way you want them too?" Then I read that a man called Bannon, a White House back room boy, had proposed a black list of congress people who didn't vote the way the White House wanted them to. Of course, when you're on a black list, they find stuff out about you, try to make your life miserable, quote you out of context and so on. But the way I feel about the current administration, I'd vote for anyone on the White House blacklist.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Cat Stuff

The Girl Cat has assisted greatly in the discouragement of Rabbit. There's no herding her of course, she pretty much does exactly what she wants, and she's very good at telling us exactly what she expects from us. In another environment this might be called "bossiness."

And it's the case also that having to observe some of her rules, such as keeping quite while she's feeding, can be a little onerous. A little like Queen Victoria she has a way of showing her displeasure, but unlike Queen Victoria she's incredible adorable.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017


Being constantly reminded of Zoroaster's Hymn. No way I can remember it with any degree of accuracy. His world more tribal than it was nation. Clans jealous of territory, raiding of herds, battle, injury, anger and sadness. It was like that back in his time, and if you think about it, not much has changed in the three odd thousand years since he walked the earth, but unlike for him, these days land is no longer endless, it doesn't stretch as wilderness for as far as the eye can see or a person can travel.

He argued for two sides of our being. The part that reacts sometimes foolishly and the part that pauses to think a while, consider the options, make judgments before tumbling flightless into the abyss. His advice was to be aware of these two sides, consider them, learn wisdom by understanding them. More recently neurologists who have mapped the mind would agree there at least two parts, but they call these parts something different, they're scientists not saints. Others have also wondered about the experience of Free Will.  Some think it is, some think it isn't, and some don't like it all.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017


In each of us there's a quest for adoration. In some, more so than others. In a few, this quest dominates, overwhelms and becomes an obsession.

In this quest for adoration too many of us forget that not one of us is either more or less important. Probably a dream.

Sunday, March 19, 2017


Long trip tomorrow. Not exactly Trafalgar Square or the Miners Strikes in the 1970's. This one's about access to Healthcare, whether it's a right for us citizens or whether it's something only the wealthy should be able to afford.

The thing about the free market it's primarily designed around survival of the fittest to survive. Of course in the old days amongst the Inuit when a person became infirm they'd wander off to die alone rather than burden their tribe.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Wake Up

It'll be summer before we know it. More experienced minds have suggested it's going to be a dry summer which can be good for Tomato, it's the cold damp spells in June that get them. But who knows.

No sign of a white feather in the barn yet, but nonetheless machines who had the good fortune to sleep through winter need to be woken. Have to watch my language around them, I'll start with a verse or two from Silent Night.

Friday, March 17, 2017


Potatoes planted. Two nice straight trenches, ready for Spring. And I think Saint Patrick appreciates the effort, the cold rain and the general all round sacrifice some of us have made to observe his Saint's Day. It's now raining that kind of rain that gives newly planted Potatoes a warm welcome.

Meanwhile the End Times are on course for sometime probably next year. There's a whole bunch of stuff that makes no sense at all, a sure sign there's an Apocalyptic Horseman sharpening his scythe. "Fake News" I don't know but not the time to sit around and yearn for a savior.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Saint David

If anyone has ever listened to the talk radio shows that come from the more radical elements in our society, they soon discover that words like inclusion, tolerance, progressive, liberal and Obamacare pretty much mean "The Plot To Destroy White America."

When people become wholly involved in the sense of security their own sphere provides it becomes a problem. Spheres might bump into each other and it's the little things that decide whether they'll ever get to talk to each other. This is a rewording of the Welsh Saint David's message.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Two Quotes

"Political Correctness will destroy our nation." Sounds dramatic but I've heard it at least a thousand times in the past year or so.

 "War is the failure of diplomacy." Don't hear the quote from John Dingle so much anymore and yet the two quotes are somehow connected.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Tired of Liberals

I don't know about you but it does seem that those on the right of the political spectrum are rather inclined to say things like "I'm so tired of liberals, why don't they shut up, go home and leave us alone?"

A more immediate issue is the moving feast that is the definition of Socialism. In one way, as movement in the minds of people, it's an assertion that society works better for all when everyone has power. The powerful tend to not to like the idea and then go a bit about Plato..

Monday, March 13, 2017


The word ossify in yesterday's post might have given it away. The phrase "melts away" might have been a hint. I changed the word sacred to holy in the phrase "holy becomes profane."

But other than the bit about the time change pretty much everything else in yesterday's post was plagiarized from the Communist Manifesto written in 1848 by Marx.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Tears of the Saints

The idea that us people are stuck in a cycle that requires us to constantly change otherwise we whither as a species may well be correct. The idea that technical progress is such that this cycle has begun to spin so quickly we're no longer allowed an idea of place or a sense of permanence so better to adapt than ossify, maybe true.

Things and ideas a person learns to depend upon disappear, they melt away. New ideas and things become antiquated very quickly. The holy becomes profane, the Saints cry. Then one day a person wakes up, he or she is forced to confront the real, reexamine his or her understanding of others. But there is one thing most agree upon, messing with the hour of day twice a year is the last bloody nonsensical straw.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Rambling Rose

Spellbound by the the idea expressed in a recent interview and reported by the AP. One reported quote went like this. "You have no right to tell me what the truth is!"

And in that one sentence the world as we know it can be summarized. Yes indeed "Truth is a Rambling Rose and those afraid of thorns will never know it."

Friday, March 10, 2017

Delete History

Some times clearing History cheers up the technical device, gives it a renewed sense of purpose, a shot in the arm. Oddly enough with us people it's the same. Forget about the past and all is roses, until the question "why are we here?" is raised.

The other thing about us people, it's so much easier to believe in what we want to believe in. One of the more useful tools in attempting to understand what it might be worth believing in is Science, another is History.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017


Pretty day here. Wasted some of it looking for an application that would enable me to read internet news without having an image of the current president thrust in my face.

As I understand it, images of faces can be recognized through some kind of magical process by technical devices, and I see no reason at all why such an application cannot be devised.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Rain and Saints

Potato Rains, and Saint Patrick Day is in ten days time, or there about. The man himself was an interesting character. I believe he was a Roman Briton, possibly a land owner, from South Wales, somewhere near what's now an estuary town called Newport. For one reason or other he was captured during a raid by Irish Pirates who took him to Ireland and he was forced to work the fields.

Somehow he escaped servitude, he found his way home, where he realized that he'd fallen in love with an Irish woman and he longed to see her again. Taking full advantage of the Roman Church's funding of evangelists he was able lead a mission across the Irish Sea. No one knows whether he ever met up with his true love, but most people know that Ireland had no Potatoes until 1589, over a thousand years after Patrick went to his grave.

Monday, March 6, 2017


I'm going to go to town tomorrow, I think.

It's about Seed Potato. Which is always exciting.

Sunday, March 5, 2017


There's a Dashing Spaniard out there come to inspect last year's preliminary nest site. Makes a being realize they might well belong to the wrong species. Her breast was white, her wings shimmered and shouted "here I am." And what have we got, "I think therefore I'll never know."

Soon enough it'll rain, the chill will return and along the electric line there will be beings staring down at me that have flown all the way from somewhere near the equator. When my turn comes, I'm going to make big effort to ask the Lead Bull to return me as a Tree Swallow.

Saturday, March 4, 2017


A person get's kind of tired of listening to definitions and then hearing the pompous ramble on. "Of course fascism strictly speaking is the progress of syndicalism movements that chose myths to chase down change, these myths were then adopted...." And on it goes.

Well bite me! Fascism is like pornography. You know it when you see it. And with pornography the more you look at it the more normal it becomes. And with violence the more you see of it the more normal it seems. Same with poverty, hunger and the list is a long one.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Who knows

Some of us are really and truly fed up with two things.

Billionaires and those who believe they have answers.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Like it is

Whichever way you look at it, one of things about the Nationalist Creed is those who take to the cause begin to define themselves as being in opposition. In opposition to what? In opposition to anything that challenges their idea of what it is to be One People. Then the idea of nationalism begins to take on a sense of purity. The opposition impure, it becomes less deserving of the rights reserved for the pure. As a result it's suddenly ok to do something like vandalize a Jewish Cemetery, a Mosque, or shoot someone dead because they look different. You can call such individuals anomalies, nutty, and you can ignore them if you wish to, describe yourself as better than that as you recycle your tinned goods..

Kristallnacht was an excellent example of a nationalist fever run amok and unconstrained by what some might think of as Law and Order. A silence from on high justifies the behavior, encourages it, and all for the sake of a purity of the great oneness. The elites of course aren't that concerned, as long as he's polite, says the right things, or appears to say the right things, he's manageable. But the sad thing with elites, the more nervous they are the more inclined they are to accept the unacceptable in the self interest of maintaining their influence. And it's the same down here, the more nervous we are, the more inclined we are to mind our own business and in the process we go blind or obedient.