Incompetent Scientists Trumped

Bilge

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Vale Global Warming AKA Climate Change

NOTE WELL:The Hogwash, Bilge, Claptrap And Hooey Are Over

AT LAST OUR REALITY IS VERIFIED, VALIDATED AND ENDORSED

All Hail to Post Truth!

Now we can put the lies of 98% of the world’s scientists in their rightful place.

Look at this example of what we can now cast aside forever…

Scientific evidence for warming of the climate system is unequivocal.- Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change

The current warming trend is of particular significance because most of it is very likely human-induced and proceeding at a rate that is unprecedented in the past 1,300 years.1

Earth-orbiting satellites and other technological advances have enabled scientists to see the big picture, collecting many different types of information about our planet and its climate on a global scale. This body of data, collected over many years, reveals the signals of a changing climate.

The heat-trapping nature of carbon dioxide and other gases was demonstrated in the mid-19th century.2 Their ability to affect the transfer of infrared energy through the atmosphere is the scientific basis of many instruments flown by NASA. There is no question that increased levels of greenhouse gases must cause the Earth to warm in response.

Ice cores drawn from Greenland, Antarctica, and tropical mountain glaciers show that the Earth’s climate responds to changes in greenhouse gas levels. Ancient evidence can also be found in tree rings, ocean sediments, coral reefs, and layers of sedimentary rocks. This ancient or paleoclimate evidence reveals that current warming is occurring roughly ten times faster than the average rate of ice-age-recovery warming.3

The evidence for rapid climate change is compelling:

If you want to read more of this claptrap go here.

Ah but the folly of all the rot, moonshine, hooey, garbage is over now. The recent brave, dramatic act of the Australian Treasurer:  holding up before the cameras a piece of coal as a stage prop, is now bearing fruit.

Yes It’s All Over! Scientism Bites The Dust!

We now have the world’s most powerful ally.

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President Donald Trump Agrees With Us…

Wow! What an ally!

Take a windswept look at this:

President Trump’s proposed budget plan calls for a $100 million cut in funding for climate change programmes. 

Office of Management and Budget Director Mick Mulvaney said during a press conference: “We’re not spending money on that anymore” because he said federal climate change programmes are a “waste of your [tax] money.”

Wow! Wow! Wow! Now he is spreading the word around the world. Jobs! Jobs for the miners and coal CEOs will follow.It’s great!  Great! Great! Great! Great! Great! Great!

Yes! The Age of Action at last has arrived, thank Gold;

Truth and Certainty.

Now it’s goodbye from me and it’s goodbye to stormy weather,

r.

On The Matter Of Unjust Laws

Obedience to the Law is on our Australian minds just now. Fascinating questions on a recent  ABC’s 7.30 Report concerning cutbacks to penalty rates and obeying the law as a duty.

Just thinking…

Saint Augustine: An Opinion

A law proven unjust is no longer a law.

Now here is a law passed by a democratically elected government:

The Enabling Act:  Source: http://www.worldfuturefund.org/Reports2013/hitlerenablingact.htm Date March 1 2017  6.58 AM.

“Law for Removing the Distress of Volk and Reich.”

The protection of the frontiers of the Reich, and with them the life of our Volk and the existence of our economy, is now in the hands of our Reichswehr which, in accordance with the terms imposed upon us by the Treaty of Versailles, can be regarded as the only really disarmed force in the world. In spite of its small size prescribed therein and its totally insufficient arms, the German Volk can regard its Reichswehr with proud satisfaction. This slight instrument of our national self-defense came into existence under the most difficult conditions. In its spirit, it is the bearer of our best military traditions.

Those reading this who, like me, were alive during World War II, will understand my attitude to that particular law. Of many more examples, I choose just one more:

1640 — 1660: The Critical Period: Custom to Law when Status Changed to “Servant for Life”

  • 1639/40 – The General Assembly of Virginia specifically excludes blacks from the requirement of possessing arms
  • 1642 – Black women are deemed tithables (taxable), creating a distinction between African and English women.
  • 1662 – Blacks face the possibility of life servitude. The General Assembly of Virginia decides that any child born to an enslaved woman will also be a slave.

You can read more on my second example here.

My consent for them is not engineered.

I have nothing more to say so I will make this my shortest ever post.

Thanks for being here and happy thinking dear reader,

r.

Bring Forth What Is True

Bring forth what is true

Write it so it’s clear

Defend it with your last breath.

Goethe Faust

Hello and welcome here. You may have discovered by this that I am in the extreme maturity stage, 83 to be exact. I have spent my last two posts sharing memories, largely related to many years of teaching. This one will be a continuation of that process.

I love history. Always loved teaching it. Theatre history in universities, Captain Cook in primary schools, Adolph Hitler in high schools.

Adolph Hitler! Now there’s a subject that might out-rate even the crime soaps of the present.  I am remembering the Hitler of those high school teaching days. I’d love to be still teaching. About the Führer especially. He was a relatively easy subject to conjure up interest in, although not necessarily complete understanding. More thoughts have emerged since my teaching days. So this post will be about that subject, Hitler and his time. Yes. More thoughts.

Now I was not a contemporary of Thespis or Cook when I taught about them. But I was of Hitler. He and I breathed from the same vast canopy of air. Certainly I was only in kindergarten when he consolidated power in Germany. As maturity increased, I was taught to hate him and drew his funny moustache with the rest of his face on my Fifth Class desk (I am ashamed now  to tell you). But just now things are very different. I’ve grown up a bit.

Words! Words! Words!

Are words the “loaded pistols” Jean Paul Sartre knew?

Here are some words from recent research that I could use in new history lessons.

Adolf Hitler – Official Speech on the Enabling Act to the Reichstag:
Berlin, March 23, 1933

In the course of the past fourteen years, our Volk has suffered deterioration in all sectors of life, which could inconceivably have been greater.

Adolf Hitler – Official Speech on the Enabling Act to the Reichstag:
Berlin, March 23, 1933
The program for the reconstruction of the Volk and the Reich is determined by the magnitude of the distress crippling our political, moral and economic life…
Adolf Hitler – Official Speech on the Enabling Act to the Reichstag:
Berlin, March 23, 1933
The theoretical concept of equality before the law shall not be used, under the guise of equality, to tolerate those who despise the laws …

Source of the above: http://www.worldfuturefund.org/Reports2013/hitlerenablingact.htm Date Accessed: 8.2.17

REICH CITIZENSHIP LAW  Nuremberg, September 15, 1935

The Reichstag has unanimously enacted the following law, which is promulgated herewith:

Article 1.

1. A subject of the state is a person who enjoys the protection of the German Reich and who in consequence has specific obligations toward it.

2. The status of subject of the state is acquired in accordance with the provisions of the Reich and the Reich Citizenship Law.

Article 2.

1. A Reich citizen is a subject of the state who is of German or related blood, and proves by his conduct that he is willing and fit to faithfully serve the German people and Reich.

2. Reich citizenship is acquired through the granting of a Reich citizenship certificate.

3. The Reich citizen is the sole bearer of full political rights in accordance with the law.

Article 3.

The Reich Minister of the Interior, in coordination with the Deputy of the Führer, will issue the legal and administrative orders required to implement and complete this law.

Nuremberg, September 15, 1935.

At the Reich Party Congress of Freedom
The Führer and Reich Chancellor [signed] Adolf Hitler
The Reich Minister of the Interior [signed] Frick2

Source of the above laws: http://media.bloomsbury.com/rep/files/primary-source-133-nuremberg-laws-1935.pdf Date Accessed: 8.2.17

Instructions to Invading Commanders In Chief:    Joseph Goebbels
…there was no point in seeking to convert the intellectuals. For intellectuals would never be converted and would anyway always yield to the stronger, and this will always be the man in the street.
Arguments must therefore be crude, clear and forcible, and appeal to emotions and instincts, not the intellect. Truth was unimportant and entirely subordinate to tactics and psychology…Hatred and contempt must be directed at particular individuals.

H. Trevor-Roper (ed), The Goebbels Diaries, p. XX, cited in Regan, Geoffrey. 1987. Great Military Disasters. New York: M. Evans and Company.

Source of diary comment:  http://www.psywarrior.com/quotes.html Date accessed: 8.2.17

Law and Order In Nazi Germany – Sicherheitzpolizei, Sipo (Security Police)

Here is a list of the protectors of the German way of life of the time:

Kriminalpolizei, Kripo (Criminal Police), handled regular crimes and worked in close association with the Schupo.

Weibliche Kriminalpolizei (Women’s Branch of the Criminal Police), worked with women and children.

Geheime Staatspolizei, Gestapo (Secret State Police), handled political crimes.

 – Grenzpolizei (Border Police), handled border protection.

Source for Sipo: http://www.axishistory.com/axis-nations/161-germany-polizei/polizei-unsorted/4624-overview-of-the-polizei-forces-in-the-third-reich Date accessed: 8.2.17.

BORDER PROTECTION IN NAZI GERMANY Outlawing and Blocking of the GYPSIES/JEWS
Nuremerg Laws 15 September, 1935

“Law for the Protection of German Blood and Honour”

Terminology and Status

Deutschblütiger =  Belongs to the German race and nation; approved to have Reich citizenship = German-blooded = German.

We must prevent further intermingling of blood, and which regulates all the most pressing questions which go together with the existences of Gypsies in the living space of the German nation.  

 Joseph Himmler

Source for terminology: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuremberg_Laws#Text_of_the_laws Date Accessed 8.2.17.

NAZI CONTEMPT FOR FOREIGNERS: More Instructions For Invading German Leaders :

God knows, you are not sent out there to work for the welfare of the people in your charge, but to get the utmost out of them, so that the German people can live. That is what I expect of your exertions. This everlasting concern about foreign people must cease now, once and for all. I have here before me reports on what you are expected to deliver. It is nothing at all, when I consider your territories. It makes no difference to me in this connection if you say that your people will starve.

Hermann Goering on the 6th August, 1942.

Source of instructions: http://avalon.law.yale.edu/imt/judwarcr.asp Date Accessed: 8.2.17.

NAZI SEPARATION OF THE POWERS   Leader vs Law Courts

The Courts of Pre-Nazi Germany

The independence of judges, before the Nazi regime, was guaranteed by the Weimar Constitution. The fundamental principle was stated briefly in Article 102:

“Judges are independent and subject only to the law.”

Source of the quotation: http://www.nizkor.org/hweb/imt/nca/nca-01/nca-01-07-means-18.html Date Accessed: 10 February,2017.

The Courts of Hitler 

If anyone reproaches me and asks why I did not resort to the regular courts of justice for conviction of the offenders, then all that I can say to him is this: in this hour I was responsible for the fate of the German people, and thereby I became the supreme judge of the German people!

Source of Hitler’s words: https://jimsnowden.com/2013/11/06/the-nazi-judiciary/ Date Accessed: 10 February, 2017.

GERMAN MOTHERHOOD, FAITH AND RACIAL PURITY

Extract From a  Journal in Nazi Germany

Hold fast to what your mother taught you early on, in her lap,
Before your little heart had protection against the alien,the false.
Dead is that which you get from strangers,
To which your blood does not testify.
Flee! It will smother you, as it has brought many people to its knees.

Source of the poem:   Date Accessed : 8.2.17.

On The Nazi Spirit of Things

The slogan that inspired the Fatherland:

Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer – “One People, One Nation, One Leader.”

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Well there you are. It’s time to end this brief  “lesson.” Once long ago my theatre students and I wrote these words for a children’s  play we were producing:

Don’t be surprised if you find you are not where you think

Imagination can set you free.

For just a few moments, let us speak through our imagination. Please ring the school bell below to end the lesson.

That bell in our imagination can sound the end of our lesson linked to a school of my memories.

“Well thank you everyone for your good attention. Homework is up to you for this subject. In this recess maybe you will find time to chat to each other. Out into the playground now. Perhaps our lesson will make that playground of life more understandable. Keep on thinking about things anyway; that is how we will all survive.”

More thanks for your company.  Royce

An Effort To Escape

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

George Eliot

So far I have lived twenty-three years longer than Shakespeare. Oh my! What he would have done with that extra time.

As for humble me, I have noticed so many dark deeds in my eighty odd years I will feel guilty unless I at least draw attention to some of them now. That is why I am writing this.

That looking glass of mine still seems to be getting darker and darker. All my years of teaching and that infinity of classrooms have created so much data.

I feel driven just now to talk about the shadows that worry me. Are you familiar with Plato’s Cave? That sums up the way I feel pretty well. So many people in my life have announced THE answer to so many things. One of my problems is that I have seen so many unexpected changes I am beginning to wonder if you can be sure of anything.

Is uncertainty the only certainty? But wait a minute. If my answer is “yes,” how can you be certain about the certainty of my answer? My brain needs a rest. Contact with these four heroes of mine might help you understand what I am trying to say: Georg Cantor, Ludwig Boltzmann, Kurt Gödel and Alan Turing?

Please note therefore I’m into suggestions not certainties but possibly useful points of view here. For now, as I’ve said elsewhere, I focus on one cause of my anguish at a time. This is the second post in my list.

I am sick of all the sad news around me so I have decided to laugh a bit here.

The problem this time is

Things are not what they seem to be.

The means alas, justifies not the death!

FAKE NEWS 4 SALE. MEDIA WHERE R U?

FROM OUR FOR REIGN CORRESPONDENT

  • I bought a bottle of grow-tall juice by Beanstalk Jack Inc. from my chemist last week  I know it will work because I have seen breathtaking computer generated TV images to prove its effectiveness. Six foot six within my reach! I took my first dose this morning. Watch this outer space!
  •  Midas Merten sold me a pair of Bullshit-detecting Reading Glasses for my 83rd birthday. Cost him a fortune I believe, although included was a pair of absolutely free Climate Change Sunglasses. Haven’t detected anything yet, as I read, but patients are a virtue.
  •  Error-free pens are the latest craze in the US. They are just now poker machine prizes. A new age is approaching and it’s good buy to misspelling.
  • My dear wife has bought me a Truth-selecting Hearing-aid  for our anniversary. So sweet of her!  When I hear words of suspect truth, I notice the volume gets louder but it’s good to know lies won’t trouble me anymore.
  • That Anti-aging Potion I also bought from my chemist last week has caused me a bit of trouble. It’s a three times a day job with a free, precise measuring glass and a homogenised plastic spoon. The first day of treatment went very well but for the last few days I can’t remember where I put the bottle. Damn!

MORE FROM OUR LOCAL CORRESPONDENT

 How Political Schemes Do Come True
  • A dog has just been elected to the Australian Parliament after a long series of court battles. Citizen Canis, as his owners named him, was declared a valid, living being by the High Court and approved on constitutional grounds because dogs have not been specifically forbidden by law to occupy a seat in the House Of Representatives. The dog is functional. All it needs is one bark for yes and two barks for no. The new independent member for Black Tree wags his tail a lot. Frequent requests for support in divisions are usually backed up by gifts of  export quality steak.
  • Citizens are advised that postage stamps are now, as the border enquiry suggests,

A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION.

  1. “threatening our freedom and much envied way of life. Classified sources now reveal messages in stamped envelopes have been detected avoiding border security. This is a clear and present danger. All foreign stamps therefore will now be vetted by dedicated, well versed geologists. Please note that this may lead to delay of up to six months in delivery.”
  • The Treasurer has announced for tomorrow a state of the art plan to reduce costs and improve the lives of the aged and the disabled with a spectacular Budget switch. On this given date, all motor services for members will cease. Parliamentary vehicles and drivers’ roles will be be diverted  to welfare service for the aged, incapacitated and dying. This will save as the needy will die off more quickly than politicians and so reduce costs and workload.Self-sustained member transport will be applied henceforth. Free bicycles will be issued. For the bicycle infirm, substitute  three-wheeled scooters are planned. Long distance transport will, from this day forth, be by train only. All air transport is banned save for helicopters in a state of emergency. Overseas conferences are already missing from members’ agendas, interstate conferences will be fewer in number, and Skype and internet conferencing will become the new mode of travel.
  • Notice this. Bold steps have also been taken to reduce needed attention span in Parliamentary Question Time. Now, for both questions and answers, the number of words spoken will be limited to what can be stated in a single breath. Breath Detectors have been fitted to all microphones so that if a second breath is taken, a BD switch renders the member totally silent. An increase in the use of gestures has been noted. So too have the many Speaker demands to withdraw unparliamentary gesticulations.
  • In addition,  we report that Standing Orders in the Parliament of Australia have been privatised. The Speaker now has digital support, at a small taxpayer-funded cost, for all judgements. Notable is the Question Time Relevance Monitor. Now, whenever an answer strays from the topic, a whistle blows and a QTRM recorded voice will say loudly, “Tell the truth you devious scam artist.” Disruption has already become suddenly rare and speeches in reply are noticeably brief.
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I just don’t understand these things.

Because I am old and infirm, I don’t get out much. This means I depend on television for my awareness of the world and for advice on how to spend my meagre pension. As you can see, that is serious business. I have to concentrate hard to get things right.

That is the problem!

They keep saying things that don’t make sense. I am nearing an Adjustment Disorder with Mixed Anxiety and Depressed Mood over this. Big challenge in my extreme maturity!

Look. Here are some examples of what I mean.

  • I needed a new scrabble set because I’d lost Q. So I saw this advertisement

BUY ONE TODAY AND GET A SECOND ONE ABSOLUTELY FREE.

I contacted them and told them I’m pretty poor so I would just like the free one please. This caused an immense fuss as they said no. Well how about that! How can something be free if you have to buy something else to get it? So I’ve made a new scrabble rule. If you’ve got u and e, you’ve got q.

  • And then there was my wheelbarrow insurance.

I couldn’t afford to pay a lump sum so I spaced the cost into 12 monthly payments. Would you believe I broke an axle in January and they told me I could get only one twelfth of the value as I hadn’t paid for the whole year. They didn’t tell me that on the big blurb that got me in. Fabulists!

  • My sweet tooth got me into trouble recently. I love hundreds and thousands.

Now look what that has done to me. In one of those shops with good deals I saw a huge jar of hundreds and thousands marked SPECIAL. Now I’ve no surplus money for luxuries, but I decided on a cunning little plan to forgo toothpaste for a month and use salt to clean my teeth.

That was how I bought the great jar. That was why, when I opened it, I had another mixed anxiety and depressed mood outbreak. The jar was only  half full. Jar size trickery. No thousands just hundreds. For some sad reason those pretty sandwiches I made  were not delicious at all.

  • And now I must tell you about the Truth Converter I picked up at Vinnies for a song.

It works under the old AV system. I’ve kept my out of date AV recorders just for old times sake. When you’re 83, old times are important. Things fade away like the old Stanley Steamer don’t they, for various reasons, but they might still be useful one day. This one was.

This Truth Converter works for me! Only me.
I just plug the lead into the old AV recorder.

Look at these results. A mindblow! Look at what I fed in and what came out.

The hordes on that PM did trample as he thought a sample was ample.

robust discussion … a vicious argument

responsible spending … gainful cuts to welfare 

 a deep trust alliance …  all the way with LBJ     

a finely balanced budget … any profitable asset sold

 as soon as is  practical … before the next election

within reasonable time  …  after the next election 

   telling the truth … agreeing with me

nothing but fake news … not agreeing with me

            great prime minister …  great at hiding the truth

There you are. What fun my little toy is! Only paid $1.50 for it. Can’t wait to get back to it.

Finally, to end this post, here’s a little piece I wrote.

Use-by Date

Once in a fit of ill-informed hate

Back in the mists of my time,

Somebody wrote the use-by date

When I would be past my prime.

Then, it was thought, my mind would decay

And the voice would lose its thrall.

Thus, even though I still seized each day,

No one would heed me at all.

It is true, now that I’ve seen a few years

And I’m often in need of a bed,

Some people don’t give me access to their ears

Or even a nod of the head.

But there’s always a trumpet with smiling face

Who will tell you he’s got a solution;

But alas he is crass, brain so far out of place

Any wise thought’s a true revolution.

Yet he’ll offer false dreams with lucrative schemes

To turn all your strife into money.

All that does for me is awaken my screams

As I hide his junk mail in a dunny.

It’s a lonely place this, with your energy spent,

Where half-truths will still come and go;

If you spend your last cent to dispense with the rent,

There are few other strings to your bow.

Yes here then am I, much older than most,

Foundering, some say, and dismasted.

You may feel that I’m past it, or even a ghost,

But I’m not a loot wizard’s snared bastard.

 March 2004

Howard Littlejohn

A Loot Wizard

Thanks and respect to Howard Littlejohn

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Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Twitter is no longer a place for me.

 That is all I have to say about that.

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Royce

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Title: To Know Is To Be Responsible

The words of my title here are from Mordecai Vanunu. They are my inspiration.

 Subtitle: Education On Probation

I have noticed so many dark deeds in my eighty odd years I will feel guilty unless I at least draw attention to some of them now. That is why I am writing this.

So let us begin a journey of revelation even though the past cannot be changed. Perhaps we can refashion its consequences.

First a poem about  unrealities imposed by political ignoramuses:

Categories

Here I am,

Limping through what was once tomorrow,

Struggling, sighing, crying, prying,

Lying in the clutches of the quicksand known as status.

Why is this so?  If you should wish to know

The reason for my life’s hiatus,

Visit my classroom of a dozen years ago,

The bleak place where my grade will forever be

Aligned, confined, maligned, defined as E

For all the world to see.

Not people in that place

But ordered classifications of merit or disgrace,

Probed and detected by tests ad infinitum,

Whose validity moves only fools to cite ’em.

So from that space in my stark inferiority,

Degraded by others’ implied superiority,

I’ve wandered aimlessly deprived of  sanity,

Longing to meet unclassified humanity.

O why am I cursed, reviled and frowned upon

Because I am not an alpha but an epsilon?

August 2009

There you are then: some initial thoughts about the present.

Any thoughts of the past? My past?

Well yes, actually, my eighty-three-year-old mind seems to want to hang on to my school memories.

1938: Kindergarten

My school life begins.

At any given moment there is always so much still to be learnt by every child. Take me as a child for example. Here’s a bit of my history to illustrate the challenge for curriculum designers.

When I was five,
I was just alive.

A A Milne knew all about me then, and I knew him. But what of the rest of the world? Look at all the things I didn’t know about.

Who was ruling the world then?

Australia — Prime Minister — Joseph Lyons

Germany — Chancellor — Adolf Hitler

Italy — Prime Minister — Benito Mussolini

Russia / Soviet Union — Secretary Joseph Stalin

United States — President — Franklin D. Roosevelt

United Kingdom — Prime Minister — Neville Chamberlain.

Look at what was happening to other children.

“Kindertransport” allowed children to escape from Germany to the United Kingdom in December of 1938 of to save up to 10,000 between 1938 and 1940. Many of these children’s parents were killed during the Holocaust.

Look at the inventions I was to  use eventually, but so much later.

Teflon is created.

Du Pont produces “nylon”. The first nylon toothbrushes are marketed.

The ballpoint pen, also called a biro, is invented in Hungary by Laszlo Bir.

The photocopier is created in the USA by Chester Carlston.

Freeze Dried Coffee is created by Nescafe.

Look at the arts that were not yet able to shape my thoughts.

Action Comics issues the first Superman comic.

Popular Films:

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs;

Boys Town, starring Spencer Tracy and Mickey Rooney;

Jezebel, starring Bette Davis.

Look at the “adult” events so far from being understood by the child.

Adolf Hitler is Time magazine’s “Man of the Year.”

Howard Hughes sets a new Round The World Air Record of 3 days, 19 hours.

The first use of a seeing eye dogs occurs.

RMS Queen Elizabeth is launched at John Brown, Clydebank, Scotland.

Oil is discovered in Saudi Arabia.

Albert Hofmann synthesises LSD.

Mexico nationalises foreign oil wells.

The Munich Agreement is signed.

Japan commits the Nanjing Massacre in China.

Germany invades the Sudetenland.

Freak Waves at Bondi Beach, Sydney, Australia have 300 swimmers caught in a rip.

Now my teachers belonged to an era very different from today.

Yet I wonder why those teachers of mine still seem to be keeping an eye on me; those mentors of Miranda Primary School south of Sydney New South Wales Australia, in my time. That distant time had war, Empire Day and the White Australia Policy. Yet Conan, an Australian  boy originally from China, was in my class and we were mates.

Those teachers of mine must have been contributing factors to that friendship. They made the curriculum of their time work for Conan and me despite the troubled world we were in.

That’s my point. Love, empathy, professional awareness can win against a hostile world and inadequate administration. Is that happening in 2017? Not sure.

Above all, there was something about those teachers I trusted and respected. Such trust is a vital need today. Teachers teach everyone from PM to Inmate 765. Their work has vast consequences. They need support and open, free doorways to their own learning. Bad schools created by a balanced budget cost far more than Shakespeare’s Horatio could ever have dreamed of. University student-mortgages kill learning.

Mr Manuel, the Miranda silver-haired headmaster (principal these days) had a lovely rose garden. I can still smell the roses. To track it down today you would need to excavate the vast shopping centre now eulogised as Miranda Fair. This could  create two kinds of depression.

Miss Rogers, who taught me to read in Second Class and struggled to remove the threepence I put up my nose one silly day, still seems to be somewhere near me now. I can still sing “Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes” the song Mrs Jurd taught me in Fourth Class. Ben Jonson’s 1616 poem “Song To Celia” still lives in me because of that teacher.

Mr McDonald, my Fifth Class teacher, ladled milk to others and me as long as we brought a mug. Departmental policies extended this innovation to sealed bottles in the Fifties when I became a teacher. The milk was free in those days. I loved it. It made me feel I was part of a family not a contest.

Just now my looking glass seems to be getting darker and darker. I have been a teacher, K to university, for fifty years. Three degrees and an infinity of classrooms. That creates a big data base for judgements and comparisons.

That’s why I feel I’ve just got to talk about the shadows that worry me, as I leave the leading lights to their own narcissistic power. I can’t talk about everything at the one time. For now I focus on one cause of my anguish. Here it is. More later I hope.

The Curriculum Testing  Calamity

Too many externally imposed, one-off tests in reality decide not what you are but how well you can do the tests. Look at the lucrative flood of HOW TO DOs for Australia’s NAPLAN Tests. We teachers warned about this before this travesty of assessment was introduced. Those sales to me are indicators of the false status given to NAPLAN.

Of course we teachers use tests. We are professionals. We teach, test and reteach. We use diagnostic tests and we use attainments tests. But they don’t give children nervous collapse and create false league tables. Can’t we do better than allow the ridiculous tyranny of one-off testing to decide the fate of children and their teachers?

More or less on this matter, here’s a little poem I wrote some years ago when the troubles began to emerge.

Dear Teacher Did You Read It?

Dear teacher did you really read my story really truly read it really truly?

What I said was true–
My darling mother died when I was only ten.
It is true I didn’t understand we’d never meet again.

It is true my world became a beast that seemed to snarl and bite.
It is true that every kindness ceased and even God took fright.

It is true my father ran away when his world seemed to end.
It is true I searched the human race and couldn’t find a friend.

It is true I longed just one more time to hold her hand in mine.
It is true I jigged away on trains to the end of every line.

It is true you are busy every day, planning and doing your work.
So much to read and so much to say that it’s only rest you shirk.

But why did you talk about full stops and little slips of the pen
And give me an E on my report card and make me write it again?

Dear teacher did you really read my story really truly read it really truly?

August 2006

For your interest, her-picture-is-here.

What is a professional? Clearly someone who by study and experience has earned the trust of society. A practising surgeon is a clearly recognised professional. That surgeon, that adversary of death, pain and suffering, is widely recognised. How ludicrous it would be to force his patients to do a politically devised objective test before each operation!

Teachers have to do exactly this.

We teachers too, have difficulty in gaining the professional recognition awarded to surgeons. We have all been in classrooms and therefore claim to have the power to judge teachers. Very few of us have been awake in surgeries.

The surgeon creates, and deserves, instant respect as an enemy of death and illness. The teacher, as a proponent of life with all its vagaries and vicissitudes, may never know the precise consequences of a lifetime of teaching and so self-respect is often the main incentive to carry on. If you get out of the classroom and wander into the deceptive backrooms of administrative expertise, you can quickly rise to power over the classroom teacher.

But if you love children and teaching, carry on regardless in those classrooms.

Epilogue

Well now here I am: eighty-three and looking back on all those classrooms. I am so glad those teaching years happened for me. I feel justified in my professional status, despite my flaws from time to time.

One special thing I really do believe. If you were to give me a child in my classroom for a year, or even half of that year, I would be able to tell you far more about that child than twenty NAPLAN Tests.

And there on my old and rickety, pain riven legs I stand.

Parting Words

The Browning Version  Terence Rattigan

Andrew Crocker-Harris: You must excuse me. I had prepared a speech, but I find now that I have nothing to say. Or rather, I have three very small words, but they are most deeply felt. They are these: I am sorry. I am sorry because I have failed to give you what you had the right to demand of me as your teacher: sympathy, encouragement, and humanity.

Goodbye Mr Chips  James Hilton

“These examinations and certificates and so on–what did they matter? And all this efficiency and up-to-dateness–what did that matter, either? Ralston was trying to run Brookfield like a factory–a factory for turning out a snob culture based on money and machines…”

Class dismissed for now…

Royce

A Return Journey

 

Royce Levi

Dear friends of this site.  I am so sorry to have been absent from this place for so long.  I have been sick and overwhelmed by other challenges.

I am happy to be back and fit as a Stradivarius although not as valuable.  I shall try to be here at least once a week from now on.

So here is today’s contribution as this old brain conjures it up. Thank you for being here too.

Royce

Emergency! A Tale I Want To Tell

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My Tale Is About Angels Without Wings

The human body misbehaves from time to time. Eventually it does this for the last time.

One of the great problems in life is trying to work out whether the latest illness is going to be the last. I am home now after spending three nights in the emergency ward of a Sydney hospital. As you can see, the ailment that put me there was not my last.

Yet that recent place will not leave me. It probably never will. Memories such as these tend to stay.

Here then is the full story . . .

Blood in the urine. Not just a trickle. A flood!

Oops! What’s going on here? Am I on the way out? Will I soon be one of the dear departed?

The blood won’t go away.

Dearest Joan and I agree. It’s triple Oh! time.

The Ambulance Arrives

In they come: two comforting, adept souls through my door. They put their bags down with a cheery greeting. Their presence has a calming effect even though you have just looked at your wall picture of The Laughing Cavalier and wondered whether you will ever see the glint in those eyes again.

The ambulance vehicle is such a surprising sanctuary. The medical and interpersonal skills of my two ‘rescuers’ on the Sunday evening of August 28, in the Parramatta region, are a temporary panacea. My preparation for my hospital treatment is thorough and reassuring!

The journey through the night is smooth. Soon you are there. The Hospital of Ryde.

You are able to walk in…

Will I ever come out of there? Ah well, in we go. Calm down you idiot!

The ambulance paramedics have organised everything. No waiting around for you. Soon your clothes have been replaced by a back to front white thing that you always put on the wrong way.

Soon abed. Your loving wife seated beside you and you are attended by the night nurse.

What has happened to Florence Nightingale? This is a man!

But how skilful and thorough he is! We octogenarians have got to move with the times.

My first doctor makes me feel so comfortable. His thoroughness sends the message that the hands you are in are good. That valve thing is fitted into the back of my hand with intense diligence and care.

Night.  The first bedside bottle comes into use. Time slows down. Gentle hands keep testing your blood pressure.

You are moved considerately to a quieter part of the ward. Sleep creeps up on you.

It doesn’t last long. You’ve got a bit of a pain in the neck because you haven’t realised there is a bed adjustment tool hanging on the rail next to the mattress. Carry on regardless old chap. Be a man.

You notice the nurses gliding past. You are not alone. You relax a lot.

Those angels have no wings, just uniforms. So intensely busy.  Don’t make a nuisance of yourself.  Keep quiet about the sore neck and die in peace.

“Are you warm enough?”

“Yes thank you.”

“Now I just have to take your blood pressure.”

“Thank you.”

The night drifts on. Fitful wakefulness. I use another bottle via the privacy of the curtain.

Fellers of Australia

Blokes and coves and coots

Gird yer bloody loins up

Clean yer bloody boots!
Monday morning’s light.

Suddenly it is intensely bright. Activity is everywhere. There is so much for them to do.

The night shift advises the morning shift through an introduction to me. It is such a caring, friendly introduction (alert eyes and smiles) I start to count my blessings. I’m good at maths.

So the morning evolves. Beehive busyness everywhere around me. I discover the bed-height tool. Ah that’s better. A little more intelligence would have revealed it earlier you idiot.

Time for another bottle. Still a bloody nuisance. I leave it on the mobile table to be picked up.

Just a few minutes later: “Oh nurse I’m so sorry!”

“So sorry! So sorry!”

I have knocked the bottle from the mobile table. Blood etc everywhere on the floor. My neighbours beyond the curtains to my right and left are both suffering aloud and getting necessary attention. I’ve interrupted things terribly. My self assessed IQ plummets.

There is no screaming or fuss from the nurses. The almost empty bottle is picked up. Two large towels are thrown over the contents and begin to soak up the mess.

In a very short time a stoical cleaner arrives with her cart of mops and bottles of cleansing stuff, and sets to work with astonishing energy. No half measures. In the end the floor shines pristinely like a computer generated image of a television commercial. Then comes “Danger Wet Floor” and my inane clumsiness becomes a thing of the past.

On the nurses work – on and on. Careful, unceasing diligence. My full name and date of birth always a requirement before the medicine. Deep gratitude invades every thought I have (for ever I feel). A joy too, to see another inspiring male nurse sharing the task.

Three doctors come to my curtained bed-place that day. Each leaves me feeling better – more relaxed, confident and respectful of their professional wisdom.

The general trend of advice is careful and positive. Infection is suspected and the first remediation by my GP with antibiotics seems wise. Consultations with specialist urologists are organised from another hospital: Royal North Shore, by my non-specialist-urologist Ryde hospital doctors. A CT IPV  scan at this hospital is also scheduled.

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That last part of the plan is why I spent the Monday as much an observer as a patient, waiting for the scan machine to be free. That was when the immensity of the task of these hospital staff members was driven home to me.

OK, I was there because of haematuria. But look at the other human possibilities.

I could have been that ninety-year-old man in the bed beside me with apparent plumbing problems like mine, who was on a drip and moaned frequently.

Or the dear lady on the other side of me who was not sure where she was, and whose shrivelled veins over and over refused to allow her tender carers entry with their needles.

Or perhaps the younger lady opposite whose stay was brief after heart attack fears, who left with peace of mind.

Or again the replacement patient next to me whose suspected heart problems were linked to the kidney by his tests.

Or yet again, I might have been the attractive young person who arrived in a wheel chair replacing the patient opposite, and left with somewhat faulty steps soon after.

Or finally, perhaps, the quiet, new patient beside me on my right who did not speak but smiled back as I passed on yet another loo mission.

What a large group in trouble! So many! Troubles so varied!

I shared both the company and thoughts of all but this last patient on that one Monday. We were together, despite our differences in age and gender.  Acquaintances almost forever.  Somehow not strangers.

This feeling of belonging of mine was part of the efficient climate created first in that ambulance and then in that section of the hospital by these remarkable people.

Tuesday

Off to the CT scan. The doctor I met on entering the hospital is back and injects the fluid. The robot orders artificially a few times: “Hold your breath… Breathe.”

The operator is very attentive, skilful, clear and reassuring.

Scan Result: No cause for alarm.

So it’s home I am now. I am watering my plants and they are still alive like me.

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This post was something I had to do. I feel so lucky and grateful for the treatment.

As a teacher for fifty years, I have learned that the test of all political education agendas will always be found in the classroom.

A similar model applies to this Emergency Faculty at Ryde Hospital New South Wales. This is a battleground with limited resources for health – not a classroom, but those Emergency beds have for me passed such a rigorous test.

Afterthoughts to end this post…

I Came With Fear And Trembling

I came with fear and trembling
Through an unfrequented door
Wondering if it would be closed
Behind me forever
To my surprise, I found that I had entered
A haven of harmony
Where angels of care and kindness
Danced throughout the night
To the music of hope
And the drumbeats of understanding
That gave my awareness
A marching step
And my dreams a reality that led me back
So soon
So enchantingly soon
Into the old world of peace and sunshine
I was so afraid to lose

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With Sincere Respect To Ryde Hospital  September 3, 2016

Parting Words:

 

Little Boy On A Beach Lament

Source of Featured Image of Boy

  Date Accessed: January 19, 2017

The music is from my Choroi pentatonic recorder. I wrote the music and the poem.

Thank you for your visit,

royciebaby.

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A Survival Guide For DISHONEST POLITICAL BASTARDS


Inspired by Don Chipp’s famous words

 “keep the bastards honest”

I wrote the book illustrated above in 2005.

The title caused a bit of a stir. I was even interviewed on the ABC a couple of times.

In the current political climate, I can’t resist drawing attention to it again.

Before I end this brief post I am going to seek a little support from one of the geniuses of my lifetime, TS Eliot. I want to share just a few lines from his remarkable pen. I’m referring to the wonderful verse drama Murder in the Cathedral.

Thomas Becket is not just being tempted to avoid losing an election. His choice is life or death – and a grim, brutal end with the second choice.

The first tempter offers the prospect of physical safety.

Take a friend’s advice. Leave well alone,

Or your goose may be cooked and eaten to the bone.

The second offers power, riches and fame in serving the King.

To set down the great, protect the poor,

Beneath the throne of God can man do more?

The third tempter suggests a coalition with the barons and a chance to resist the King.

For us, Church favour would be an advantage,

Blessing of Pope powerful protection

In the fight for liberty. You, my Lord,

In being with us, would fight a good stroke

Finally, a fourth tempter urges him to seek the glory of martyrdom.

You hold the keys of heaven and hell.

Power to bind and loose : bind, Thomas, bind,

King and bishop under your heel.

King, emperor, bishop, baron, king:

Becket responds to all of the tempters and specifically addresses the immoral suggestions of the fourth tempter at the end of the first act:

Now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain:

Temptation shall not come in this kind again.

The last temptation is the greatest treason:

To do the right deed for the wrong reason.

In all my reading down all these years I have never found a better explanation of current political life. So brief! So relevant! So never to be found in the “news” we are forced to imbibe every day in our present lives.

Attribution: My deepest thanks to the wonderful Wikipedia.

That’s all from me here.

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Thanks for coming here. Best wishes, believe in yourself, and remember your mind is the only thing that will eliminate political lies.

Royce

 Peace brothers and sisters!

The only security is love and tolerant respect for the right of all to have a religion and a point of view.