Widdle Wabbit

A precious little girl walks into a PetSmart shop and asks,
in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, “Excuthe me,
mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?”
As the shopkeeper’s heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that
he’s on her level and asks, “Do you want a widdle white wabbit,
or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle
bwown wabbit over there?”
She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her
hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,

“I don’t think my python weally gives a thit.”

Christmas Cards

As residents in France we have difficulty in finding decent christmas cards, so we order from England on the net. One charity we bought from in the past took ages to deliver, so we have changed to another supplier. We ordered last week and they were delivered today. They are to our liking, traditional Christmas scenes, and not at all expensive. For anyone who may be interested, the supplier is ‘Cards for Good Causes Ltd’ at http://www.cardsforcharity.co.uk

My Remembrance Day

First published MyT 08/11/09. Revised.

Today, for about the fourth time in 30 years or more, I did not attend my usual Remembrance Day service. I didn’t want to.

In November 1914, Heart of Midlothian Football Club were sitting proudly atop of the League after an unbeaten run of 20 matches. Then Lord Kitchener called for his volunteer Army. Continue reading “My Remembrance Day”

In a cul-de-sac

Mention of the word ‘philosophy’ switches many people off, possibly because they associate it with long dead Greeks. That is a pity because, contrary to the view that philosophy is irrelevant to modern life, it is the determinant of the direction we take. It is the hidden hand that guides our actions and controls the way we think. This came to mind recently when someone argued cogently in support of the ‘rule of law’. So, at the risk of switching people off, I wish to make a few points about the prevailing philosophy presently guiding Britain.

The philosophical ground on which we stand has never been stable, and its movement accounts for most of the political and social conflict witnessed over centuries, but a significant shift occurred in the nineteen-seventies when a stream of psychological-philosophical theories crossed the Atlantic.

There were a number of theories involved, transactional analysis being the one that I found myself contesting in particular, but the thrust of them all was the promotion of individual ‘autonomy’. I happened to be working in a management college when a couple of my colleagues became enamoured with TA and began to promote the theory. It is inappropriate to go into my theoretical objections here, I published two attacks at the time, but the crux of the matter is the pursuit of individual autonomy.

Autonomy is not simply another word for individualism, but gives credence to a form of individualism that is essentially a lie. The insubstantial theories that promoted that lie have long since evaporated, deservedly, but the deception buried itself deep in the psyche so that it survives today. Ironically, it is the people who most firmly believe themselves autonomous that are the least free: projecting themselves as cheap copies of some adman’s version of reality.

There is an alternative form of individualism that rejects the falsehood: authenticity. A skilful painter could copy a Rembrandt masterpiece, perhaps producing a more attractive image than the original, but it can never be an authentic Rembrandt. Similarly, a person who basis his identity on what is claimed to be fashionable at the moment, is neither authentic nor genuinely free.

Those embracing autonomy rather than developing the authentic self are walking into a philosophical cul-de-sac, and there are many of them. Indeed, given the state of Britain today, they appear to be in the majority.

Whacko of the Week

Dr Jolyon Faria and Leeds University for this little gem:

‘They found that pedestrians were up to 2.5 times more likely cross a busy road if someone else stepped out in front of the traffic first. Men were also more likely to follow others into the road than females.’

How much taxpayers’ money was wasted on finding out that, in stress situations, people always look for a leader…  All they had to do was ask a soldier, or a fireman, or, well, anybody who works in an occupation where dangerous, stressful situations go with the job.

Sheesh!

What makes Britain really great

There was a sort of a review of someone’s new book in one of the papers recently.

 

Sorry. I know that sounds like “Vaguest News” but this week’s gone by in a flash and I only remember the general thrust of the piece which is “What Makes Britain Really Great?” (I’ve since found it was the Indie and it’s here)

 

There were some odd things and some expected things like the Tunnock’s Tea Cake and the wholly unjustified Bacardi Breezer representing alcopops – alcopops being one of those things that contributes hugely to Britain not being as great any more. Continue reading “What makes Britain really great”