No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
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.
The problem this time is
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
Look at these results. A mindblow! Look at what I fed in and what came out.
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.
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.
Thanks and respect to Howard Littlejohn
That is all I have to say about that.