Emotional Repression and Restraint and Cultivation

I have always thought that there should a science of the emotions within a culture. This is because it has been obvious to me for some time that every culture in the world can be defined according to the set (the mathematical meaning) of emotions that are cultivated, or alternatively repressed, or restrained.

Today I was looking up the definition of "passive aggression". Having grown up in the middle of popular psychology at its peak, like many people I have been surrounded by notions and terms of which I had a vague understanding. Wikipedia is weak on this one, so I prefer the Straight Dope and Medicine Plus, which nonetheless are at the top of the google. A quick browse through the other Google listings makes it fairly consistent.

It seems that here we have a typical example of the disaster that was 20th century psychology. The term passive aggression was coined by military people, and then borrowed by psychologists and labelled as a disorder, then was subsequently recognized as a natural behaviour which could be a disorder. Imagine if I said eating was a disorder, then subsequently acknowledged that eating was a natural behaviour, and only if you eat too much does eating become a disorder.

It also confirms that psychology in the 20th century developed as an attempt to mould people into conformance with a military organisation. Since then military organisations have been copied by every corporation and institution that I know, with variations of moderating attitudes that have arisen as civilization became wealthier and more liberal.

Nonetheless, as the Planet grapples with the friction between cultures that has been caused by globalization, there has never been more need for a science of the emotions of cultures. That Psychology has failed miserably in this field must be because it has dwelled for so long on its Protestant and Western European intellectual foundations.

Anybody who has ever opened his mind to other peoples and cultures knows that there are emotions practiced which differ in intensity and sometimes are entirely absent, or entirely novel.

Such a science would have to be fundamentally aware that human beings have evolved their emotions and uses of emotions separately, according to their geographical region, climate, ecosystem, and history of civilization.

The absurdity of my proposition is that since globalization has progressed so far, it is now nearly impossible to collect clean data for such a science. It would be more difficult and inexact than the recent efforts at identifying the heritage of DNA sequences, which is what the science of ethnology seems to have become.

So let's drop the notion of a science, and propose it as an art, a humanity. Consider the emotion of Anger. What happens when one culture, which approves and accepts open but non-violent displays of Anger, comes upon another culture, which denies it and represses it as far as possible until it explodes (in the familiar pattern of Passive Aggression)?

This is but one example. There is a world out there that needs to be understood. Whether the world progresses to an unsustainable fully Globalized unit or a sustainable de-globalized form, this sort of understanding is very important, and I do not think should be left to the Psychologists, or Spiritual/Religious leaders.

The Scarecrows of Whatfield Suffolk in the Global Food Economy

A week away from the internet, and most other media, is a refreshing joy which I intend to extend. But while the cat's here, let the mice seer.

As I wandered through the arable farmlands of Suffolk on my bicycle, I came into a village and was greeted by a large doll sitting in somebody's garden. It was brown-faced with woolly hair and probably 4 feet long, and I thought I had passed through a time warp into a gollywog-loving age.

As I progressed, I found that several more houses had large dolls in their front gardens, all in different clothing, constructions, and colours, in various attidunal poses and with props. I began to imagine that I had come upon some retirement village for an order of lunatic witches. One memorable exhibit had two dolls sitting on a tandem bike, but that memory is a reflection of the mental bias of a proper cyclist.

The village at this end was a few twee chocolate-box cottages, some with thatched roofs, evidently inhabited by affluent retired upper-middle class types. The more modern,dowdy, apparently council-built part of The Street was not participating in the doll display.

Eventually I came upon a doll of a publican with props such as a bar, keg, stool and towel. Everything became clear. There was a sign/advertisement:Make a scarecrow, any style and display it in your front garden, from 28 June onwards until this weekend.

For this was the weekend of the village fete, and surely enough, what remains of blue-rinse culture (for that generation has nearly all died off) was driving in cars to the village fete, on the green by the school, with the requisite marquee. It is wonderful to see a village where community exists at all, and see evidence of the Church of England helping it along.

But wonderment is seldom left alone on Love and the Planet. I could have just used a digital camera to copy some images of these modern scarecrows onto the Internet for some Americans to ape. This would be too common, too lazy, and not what blogs are about.

No, no, because, today Gordon Brown, our beloved and sage Prime Minister whom has been manager of the United Kingdom economy since 1997, finally told his country "to stop wasting food", and to "waste not want not". I shall not waste my vomit on his contribution (and that of many Guardian readers, I want to add) to the wasteful globalized economy that Britain has been party to, where all manner of waste has been sent to the dump, the tip, to landfill, and worst of all, to China and Bangladesh etcetera where they have permanently poisoned with pollution hitherto organic human ecosystems. So let me hurry along.

Scarecrows in Suffolk. Well.... my examination of the fields I saw in Suffolk revealed that they are 99% arable (no livestock), and most commonly growing, in order of quantity, wheat, oats, oilseed rape, broad beans, turnips/swedes/beets, potatoes. Almost all the fields are industrially farmed, with large fields worthy of tractor management. I never saw one person in any field I passed, although I passed at least one tractor on the road. Interestingly, by the end of June, the oilseed rape was already in finaly ripening stage - all the leaves were gone and the plants were down to taking what was left in the roots and stems and putting it into the seeds. Why is this interesting? Because with nearly half of the summer season (see my earlier posting for an understanding of how summer should obviously be defined according to day-length) left to go, vast acreages are already spurning the energy that reaches Britain from the sun.

Scarecrows? What crows? None of the fields had much sign of insect life or soil life. The broad beans were the most unblemished plants I have ever seen, with nary a blackfly upon them, let alone a ladybird. Most of the wheat fields appeared to be the same commercial seed variety. The hedgerows provided just enough tree cover to fool the ignorant into believing they were living in a conserved rural landscape. How many crows do you expect to find here?

So now Whatfield, which clearly was named after its Fields of Wheat, has perverted what was once a useful and necessary activity into a community-building aesthetically pleasing fun activity.

Waste not, want not? The wealthy and retired middle classes invaded the rural settings of England. They saw the rural economies transform into the Tesco Economic Model of production, distribution and consumption. But now the best that they can do (and believe me, most villages in England are ghostly shells compared to Whatfield) is to make dolls if ever the crows should come back.

People who don't know where food comes from, will never give a damn about saving it. It is considered rude to tell people not to waste food, because in Britain they consider wasting time to be a greater crime than wasting food. Yet all the time they save is spent sitting in their cars, or on their sofas, or on their office chairs, producing nothing, while consuming the earth.

So it is, but not so be it. For so shall it not be. Recession? Bring it on. A global economic system runs on a global financial system, and only a few people in the global financial system have already triggered a global banking crisis. Just a few farmers could trigger a national food crisis. Scarecrows were once the ultimate definition of food security. Now food security depends on global capital flows, GM seed, globally manufactured pesticides and fertilizers, and keeping the rest of Evolution at bay (lest a fungus, virus, bacteria or insect should suddenly arise that wipes out the mono-culture wheat or rice around the world faster than you can say "call an agricultural scientist").

They don't cater for Bicycles built for Two

Lazy, lazy,
give me your answer true.
Am I crazy
to want to pedal for you?
It's not my belief in marriage
That makes me want such baggage.
But trains don't take my wedding cake,
And my bicycle built for two.

Copyright - Love and the Planet, June 2008.

We ride our bicycles alone. To ride tandem together is still difficult in post-liberal England. If you ride tandem, you cannot travel far. No train will take you. If we don't get very far on the tandem, or when the tandem breaks, we blame each other. When we ride our bikes alone, chances are, that only one bike would break at a time. When we ride our bikes alone, we get to ride our own way, our own trails, covering much more distance than we could on a tandem.

This is all metaphor. How do couples stay together even when it appears that the Whole has become lesser than the Sum of the Parts? Is coupledom so conditioned by Cultural Institutions and Peer Pressure that it persists despite failure? Does it persist through the Faith or the Hope that the Whole will improve, or does it persist through the perception of perpetual success. The Cultural Institutions responsible for sustaining these emotions collectively failed in the Sixties, and since then, have relied more on deaths than on births and marriages.

Or is it, once again, Evolutionary Nature, that some couples persist unthinkingly, obeying evolutionary instinct despite all the disincentives and obstacles placed before them by modern technological civilization?

These are the great questions of a post mid-summer day.

The Political Shufflings of the Dominant British Economists

Can I be a bitch about this please? It is ridiculous that an insular and incestuous academic organisation such as the London School of Economics is now the most supreme modern exponent of the "Old Boys Network" that used to run Britain.

We can now comfort ourselves that the planet's tolerance of Human Economic Growth will be stabilized and moderated by a cerebral man born after World War 2, into the Liberal and Idealistic Baby-boomer generation, who can mull over grave thoughts affably in the ghetto-mentality confines of the Royal Opera House, the E.N.O, and Lords Cricket Ground.

Who said we want the Economists from the LSE to pilot our future? I didn't, and I haven't even heard anybody else asking the question! As individuals, we get to vote for one lousy MP, and that is the full extent of our democratic power. Why does everybody think democracy is so wonderful? The traditional institutions of the Church, the Press, and the Judiciary which were supposed to act as checks on the State do not seem to have any comprehension of what is going on here. This is a lovely example of how Democracy is just as prone to despotism, ignorance and negligence as other political systems. Or is the fact that we get to watch Big Brother on Television the ultimate proof that democracy is superior to blatant oligarchy?

I would like someone to expose and subject the London School of Economics to a ruthless analysis of its intellectual and political machinations. As a member of the public, I am not paid to do this, so where are the intelligent journalists that were all directed into Media Studies five years ago?

Charles Bean, the new deputy governor, is a respected economist with eight years experience at the Bank of England. Known as affable and cerebral, the fan of cricket and opera was a successful academic before being lured to Threadneedle Street. Born in 1953, he studied at Cambridge and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology before working at the Treasury, and then becoming professor of economics at the London School of Economics in 1990. - Graeme Wearden


Paul Tucker, the Bank of England's executive director for markets, is the frontrunner to be the first head of the central bank's new financial stability committee from next spring, when Sir John Gieve leaves. Tucker, 50, has long been considered a rising star. He has extensive financial markets experience, at the Bank and in the commercial banking world, and is well respected in the City and internationally. He has also been on the Bank's rate-setting committee since 2002 so has extensive experience of monetary policy. Some suggest he could replace Mervyn King as governor in five years' time. - Ashley Seager

Will Hutton - a typical over-informed globalist journalist?

Have started to read his book, The Writing on the Wall, China and the West in the 21st century. Don't buy it, because I disagree with people running out to buy books and then ingesting them without applying sufficient criticism.

Not having read much of it yet, I am about to hazard a guess that he is an economist by training, and hence belongs to the Simon Jenkins school of journalism. I will now check Will Hutton out on Wikipedia. Lo and behold, I am nearly 100% spot on: introduced to A level economics, worked in equity sales, and then went to do an MBA, he is a governor of the London School of Economics, amongst other things.

How predictable. The intellectual pedigree of economists should be subjected to more ruthless analysis than currently exists, because economists have for the last few decades been allowed to wield influence far in excess of their experience, intelligence, and vision.

I shall reserve judgement until I read more of this book, but meanwhile, de-globalization is slowly becoming more topical. How do you explain to an economist that economies of a global scale cannot be coupled with the evolutionary history of Man and all other Life on the planet? They can't figure it out for themselves. Take away their jobs, and economize on economists. Hire common-sense instead.

There was a man today exercising five cages of his pigeons, by letting them fly home to Harlow. They were all this year's brood. He drove a taxi part-time, as he was semi-retired, and he was quite happy in himself, but appalled at what the world has become. "Nobody ever does anything, except sit at home watching telly, or in front of the computer, and driving to the supermarket." No, he was the last of his breed, an earthy pigeon fancier. He understood the problem with globalization, in that peer pressure from the younger generation and the demise of local focus has impoverished the pastimes, hobbies, and ability to be content that was so easy for the pre-television generation. And today, on the radio, it turns out that Peter Mandelson is becoming unpopular because of his liberal trade politics, whereas there is a growing understanding even in Europe (at last, and too belatedly to escape the damage) that globalization has a flawed and vapid vision.

Oh dear, maybe I shouldn't waste my time finishing Will Hutton's book. Just the usual idiotic scribings of the over-educated, over-informed, egocentric, self-publicizing journalist who claims to be intelligent, but cannot induce any new truths from all that he knows. As I said, he reminds me of Simon Jenkins.

BBC Web Changes and BBC Globalism

The BBC has been changing its online presence, and has recently been reducing its attempts to build community, i.e., in this case, its Radio 4 Today Programme's message boards, which were once a public forum for expression.

We would expect this kind of thing in China or the old Soviet Union.

Well, this kind of thing has always happened in Britain. People who think otherwise were just lulled by the uncensored novelty that WAS the internet of the early days. Indeed, the amount of restraint and censorship and control of internet content has been building up, even if it has taken many years to catch up with this 15 years old technology.

The BBC is a funny animal on the planet.

A. It survives by flying the flag of Britain.

B. Most of its patriots and global advocates claim to be anti-nationalists.

This might seem to be one of my inane wonderings, but let's go ahead and subject it to ruthless logic.

If A = True AND B = True, then the falsehood must exist within A or B, because anti-nationalists would not be flying the flag of a nation.

If A = True and B = False, then the BBC's World Service cannot claim to be impartial to Britain's interests.

If A = False and B = True, then the BBC should not have any claim to public funding, either directly from the British Government, or the British TV Licence (an inefficient form of taxation which always trails technological development).

If A = False and B = False, then why does most of the BBC's funding come from the British public, and why isn't the whole world dumping Globalism openly?

The BBC, and the world, is very confused. When you have spent your entire life chasing a dream of building one world of peoples who live peacefully and equitably together, how long would it take you to question yourself openly and honestly about whether this is a desirable thing for the planet and all its living things, of which humanity is only one part?

World Naked Bike Ride in London 2008

The annual naked bike ride in London took place yesterday, starting as usual from Hyde Park Corner, but this time at 3.30pm. It was one week later than events elsewhere in the World Naked Bike Ride.

The day was partly cloudy, and slightly nippy. Consequently, the turnout was probably a bit less than last year.

I wonder if countries like Saudi Arabia, Singapore, India, China, and Kenya will ever have naked bike rides? In London, spectators are still amazed by the spectacle, and those who are appalled are more appalled at the spectacle of body honesty than nakedness. Ask anybody about the Naked Bike Ride, and their response will be, oh yes, they like it when an attractive young person of their sexual preference sails past. Their cameras are clicking away either for this reason, or because they want to prove to their mates that they saw all these loopy nutters riding their bikes without any clothes on. Even in post-liberal, totally-internetted England, nudity is still a major engine of sexual stimulation. This probably makes sense, since in cold countries, clothes are for most of the year a physical necessity for keeping warm, so seeing a naked person outdoors will always be a seasonal novelty.

I would like to hand a cheer to all the non-porn-stars who participated in the London naked bike ride. For they once again injected a forgotten humanity into a society that gloats about its own humanitarianism. This is the humanity of the human animal body, the one which many people deny until they are humbled by a nurse or a doctor while lying in a hospital bed.

Back in 1983 when I was a new adult, I paid my first ever visit to a naturist beach. It was in the south of France. My companion was brave and determined to strip off. I followed suitless. As we lay there, in the glorious sunshine by the Mediterranean, watching crowds of nude naturist French families having their picnics and swimming, one particular group caught my eye.

The young woman was a stunning beauty, with a body that all women would crave to have, and all men crave to touch. She was with her infant daughter and her mother. Her daughter would be a beautiful woman one day. Her mother was no longer the subject of any man's attentions, and in fact appeared to have made no attempt to fight the gravity and wear of ageing, but she was unashamed and "bien dans sa peau", she was with her family, and they were all together, having their day out on the beach.

I looked at them and thought how the young woman must be so much wiser than many in Anglo-Saxon lands. Here she could have no delusions that one day she will sport her mother's body, but she learns not to fear the day. She learns to live today, to love today, and already has accomplished her birthright of passing her genetic blessings to her daughter. No neurotic reluctant motherhood here.

Three generations of the family females, naked together on the beach, living on a sunny warm day. How natural, how lovely. With no commentary by David Attenborough, either. It is sad that only in such places may we learn what we are, and why we exist. It is sadder yet that even in 2008, a naked bike ride in London can never approach the beauty and education of such a scene. A naked bike ride in London makes less of a dent on the population's behaviour than does the rising price of that substance abuse - oil.

Financial Services Authority : Fair Market versus Free Market

In current market conditions, there is increased potential for market abuse through short selling during rights issues. As a result, there has been severe volatility in the shares of companies conducting rights issues. ...

A review will be conducted into how capital raising by listed companies can be made more orderly and efficient. But the Financial Services Authority (FSA) has also been considering what immediate measures can be taken to ... prevent potential abuse during rights issues.

The FSA views short selling as a legitimate technique ... But it also the case that the rights issue process provides greater scope for what might amount to market abuse, particularly in current conditions. We consider that, in the first instance, improving transparency of significant short selling in such shares would be a good means of preventing the potential for abuse. ...

We are therefore introducing provisions in our Code of Market Conduct, to come into effect from Friday 20 June 2008, which will require the disclosure of significant short positions in stocks admitted to trading on prescribed markets which are undertaking rights issues. For this purpose we are defining a significant short position as 0.25% of the issued shares achieved via short selling or by any instruments giving rise to an equivalent economic interest. The obligation will be to disclose positions exceeding this threshold to the market by means of a Regulatory Information Service by 3.30pm the following business day. ...

In addition to the new disclosure regime, we are also giving consideration to whether it might be necessary to take further measures in this area. We are currently examining a number of options including the following: restricting the lending of stock of securities in rights issues for the purposes of enabling short selling; and restricting short sellers from covering their positions by acquiring the rights to the newly issued shares.

This is the most substantial knee-jerk intrusion by the Financial Services Authority, into the Fantasy World of Free Market Trading advocates, since the wake-up call of Northern Rock. The FSA isn't in its Canary Wharf hammock taking two Rip van Winks.

What has happened? This week, the HBOS share price was driven below 275 pence by short-selling speculators. That was below the price of rights that were announced over a month ago, not even yet approved by shareholders, scheduled for issue in July. Danger, Danger! Even anti-Capitalists would not want capitalism to crash this suddenly, for in our globalized economy, more people would die from a sudden collapse in global capitalism than are dying from Climate Change Induced Starvation.

Extremist Free Marketeers, posturing under the banner of Adam Smith, at last are being monitored by the only institution empowered to do so. Indeed, in the planet of Finance and Economics, the Free Market Extremists are probably more dangerous than the fundamentalist terrorists in the planet of Religion.

For the supermarket shoppers who were introduced to global economic reality by the Fair Trade versus Free Trade movement, this is the equivalent in the world of Big Global Money: the Fair Market versus Free Market quarrel between economists. The truth is, there has never been such a thing as a Free Market. Like the simple circle, it cannot exist in nature; it can only exist as a simple mathematical concept. There are things that approach a perfect circle, but this does not necessarily make them more useful or desirable to either Mankind or Planetkind.

The Europeans are probably snickering at the British. They have always been rather horrified at the radicalism of super-free markets, and have maintained a dignified but studious distance. How nice to see the British finally have to regulate their markets!

This is another climactic moment in history, for the British as a nation were the Extremist Free Marketeers of Western Europe in the last few decades. Commonly attributed to Thatcherism, she was in fact just the figurehead at a time when Britain needed shaking up. The shaking up probably should have stopped completely during John Major, but strangely enough, the Labour government started it up again.

Today, we have the first evidence of the UK economic pendulum swinging back to Fair Markets. It was necessary, or there would be no markets at all, and we would all end up starving like Mugabe's Zimbabweans.

Silent Disco - Spite the DJs and the Dance Music Fashionistas

Am I getting old or what? 3 years after this started, I finally hear (in the silent lifescape) about it.

Pros:

- It saves lots of electricity.
- It doesn't blast the neighbours.

Cons:

- You can't feel the lower frequencies, either through your feet, your chest, and other parts of your body
- You can't hear the music through the audio transmission through the skull, since everything goes through the ears.

The derision I have for this now, will probably mean that I will be trying it out and enjoying it very soon. Such is the planet of What Goes Around, Comes Around.

Mind you, these young people have no imagination in dance exhibitionism. A truly unique and rebellious form of dancing is one that I have never seen or heard mentioned before, but which I have practiced occasionally:

You dance to whatever music your body and mind feels like, even if it clashes horribly with the rhythm or melody of the music being played. Spite the DJ, and the Dance Music Fashionista!

These young people know nothing about being individual human beings. They are lambs in sheep's clothing with headphones on. That way, they can't hear the wolves when they are about to attack.

London Open Garden Weekend Prize

The prize for best garden I have ever seen in London based on the combination of : use of space, leaf and colour in plants, sympathy with surroundings, wildlife habitat, community involvement and participation, and overall beauty and enjoyment, goes to the Culpeper Community Garden in Cloudesley Road, Islington.

To say the least, this garden blew everybody's minds. It is superb, and definitely a sunny June garden, which lived easily in the hot sun we had on Sunday. Plants are abundant, diverse, some surprising, all used seamlessly in the garden scape, flowing into each other, yet each one given its space and chance. The only bare soil to be seen are in the micro-allotments that are given over to people to learn and practice growing vegetables. There is a fair sized pond, and a bit of lawn, plenty of paths, angles, different flowering times, and it is simply amazing how they have achieved so much in their small space. This is a 2008 English garden , and in the light of the glut of humanitarian philosophy that smothers this planet, this is what the English humanitarian dreams of doing with people. See the garden, and see what they wish they could do with civilization.

Only one other garden in London comes close to this quality of gardening, and that is the Phoenix Garden north of Covent Garden near Charing Cross Road. To put one against the other is neither possible nor profitable. The Phoenix Garden is the miraculous struggle of a very few people, and the one gardener, amidst the poison of Central London urban commercial development. It is the last vestige of the Covent Garden community before it became obliterated by packaged commercial tourism. The Culpeper, however, is simply joyous, a gem, a total surprise, founded on the very best of traditional Islington community values which is inevitably supported by one of the most expensively run Labour councils in the country.

Second prize for the Open Garden weekend goes to the Lillington Estate Grounds and Gardens in Pimlico. Here is what can be achieved in any council estate consisting of tower blocks. All over the country, estates like this usually only have grass, dog shit, and maybe one or two trees that are half dead because the contractors at some point have strimmed the roots and bark. But at Lillington, ten years ago, when it was run by a Tenant Management Organisation, some of the residents decided to take control of the gardening of their own estate. This is the result. This is what everybody else in the country needs to do.

These miraculous gardens have been happening in Westminster and Islington for many years, yet up and down the country, they are not even aware of anything other than that Charlie Dimmock is now over the hill, and Gavin Diarmuid is a bore.

Also mind-boggling, for its history, its botanical knowledge, and its on-going value is the Chelsea Physic garden, which I have wanted for decades to be visiting, and at last have done so. I am the ultimate procrastinator.

And now for the bitch and the blooper. The weekend's worst garden is also the least deserving garden I have ever seen in my entire life in London, in Britain, and maybe the world. This is the SOAS roof garden. I shudder to think how forgiving the Japanese must be, if they can hide their derision for this token and blatant prostitution for patronage. I shudder to think what sort of fantasy life the SOAS elite must live in , if they have the audacity to list this garden at all. Raked gravel? We know. Granite? Yes, so what. Kanji character? Where was it, and if it was for giving, why was there so little for taking? This was a garden with not even the minimalist requirement of living plants, in a roof micro-climate that becomes baking hot in the Globally Warming London Summer Sun. There was no water, no life, and not even any art. The SOAS roof garden is rubbish.

And back to moderation: on my way home, exhausted, I decided to stop at the Royal Victoria, and treat myself to a pint of Fruli (a Belgian fruit beer), which I infinitely prefer to champagne. Well, it now costs £4.60 a pint, and I nearly died at the shock of my extravagance, and will have to say goodbye to the frosty trendy staff at this Victoria Park pub, as they struggle to establish their ghetto of North London sophistication in East London. Indeed, at £4.60 a pint, Fruli IS more expensive than some supermarket champagnes. I shall just have to join a Belgian monastery and learn to make my own. There's an idea....

Open Garden Squares Weekend

Adventures! What a beautiful morning to see the Thames by Richmond. The people maintaining their rental wooden boats with days-gone-by dedication.

Thus the trip to Ham House was a pleasure in itself. The garden there was formal, but nonetheless a delight. In particular, the so-called Cherry garden, which has two tiny potted cherry trees, is a square surrounded by some perfect green cloisters. Imagine a corridor between square-cut yew hedges about 4 feet high. Out of these, hornbeams reach upward, and then at about 6 feet high, their leafy branches fan out, arch over, and interlock to form a completely covered arching roof. These are actually called berceaux (arched trellises). Put this around a square, and you have green cloisters, which I have never seen before. Yew hedges for the low wall, open air for windows, and hornbeam for the vaulted roof. Perfect.

The effect of growing trees out of square cut hedges is used again in the wilderness garden, where medium sized, untrained oak trees grow out of the a low hornbeam hedge. Very unusual. Here and there are some unusual plants, and wildflower meadows sections.

The pleasure of walking through such gardens, 350 years after their design, is unchanged. They provide a space that escapes from the outside. In that time the formal garden was an escape from the rampant and difficult to tame nature abundant in England. Today it is an escape from the rampant and difficult to tame human development; the huge roads, combustion engines, heavy traffic, metal clad warehouses, suburban and urban housing developments, shopping halls and malls, office buildings and parking lots.

Next was a stop at the St Michael's Convent on Ham Common. The heat of the day was set, and it isn't designed for hot weather, but had plenty of lovely surprises.

Then a ride through Richmond Park, and after all these years, I saw deer in droves. Red deer, fallow deer, their antlers still young and furry at this point in the season. Grazing everywhere, leaving only the deadly and inhospitable bracken. Although I saw an enormous pheasant quite happy for the cover of the bracken.

To the Roehampton allotments on Dover House road and the pleasance. Quite productive, fairly well-drained soil, backing onto houses. Blessed with piped water and without any restrictions on using hoses. Peas were nearly ripened, but their raspberries were behind.

On the way to Wildcroft Manor, two people were trying to save a Stag Beetle by getting it off the road. It was a full-size stag beetle, alive and apparently complete, but not very energetic, so presumably it was in the death stages of its life-cycle?


At Wildcroft Manor, their weekend event was graced by the arrival of a swarm of bees which had settled that very day on a hawthorn. The cluster of bees was about 1 foot long and probably 9 inches across.

Richmond this evening had such a high tide, that I can't imagine how much higher they could allow it to be. In conditions that were fairly still, on a day when it hadn't rained, but of course, all that water had fallen as heavy rain these last few days.

Richmond, for all its natural blessings, has a shopping street that is entirely composed of chain stores, even boasting a Tesco Metro. Of course this transformation from its previous English village feel was already completed about 6 years ago. Nonetheless it is sad, and it doesn't feel right. But what do the young people know? So long as food keeps arriving on supermarket shelves in plastic packages, they feel safe.

Dancers to the Dance

1. Sex and the City
2. Love and the City
3. Love and the Planet
4. Sex and the Planet

One, Two, Three, Four
To and From,
And once again...

There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's music,
and sunlight, and love,
and the planet...
Let's face the music,
and damn it.

Dancer from the Dance
Take these Dancers to the Dance.

Rise,
Faint flicker
of rhythm
The lost pulse of
Deeply quaking hormones
that shook to
Donna Summer's whore moans.

Rising. Risen.
Soaring. Searing
The heavens above
Spread those wings
Fold them, and rocket away
Unidentified Dancing Missile
Dancers from the Dance,
Who live to see another dance.
What the World needs now,
Is Dance, Sweet Dance.

Dance and the Planet.
Keep it spinning,
Let it tilt,
Flow with its oceans.
Move with its storms.
Be the moon in the Eternal Dance
Through the Stars.
For the Planet is the Dance, the Dancer, and the Music.

Burning Plastics

A lot of homo sapiens evolved to like fires. In countries with cold nights, fires kept people warm. Under open skies, fires frightened away wolves, tigers, or other predators. Inside dark caves and rooms, fires lit up the walls and created little worlds that could be seen with their eyes.

So to many people, burning wood seems natural. Indeed, a forest fire in any part of the world wastes more energy and carbon dioxide than a thousand (and usually millions and billions) home wood fires.

In a world overflowing with plastic waste from every angle, it is tempting to burn the plastics as well, is it not? What could be more self-sufficient? Especially if you can make heat or electricity from it, should it not be good for the planet?

So today's prize weblink is given to the simplest:

Separate plastics – separate plastic waste from other waste. Do not burn any plastics in your yard or house.
Avoid plastics – Avoid plastics, in particular do not purchase goods packed in PVC packaging, which generates dioxins when burned.
Reduce waste – Buy products that can be reused or refilled (glass and metal containers)

To which I add: Buy less, Use less, Waste less.

But if you have been puzzled by all the recycling codes on all the bits of plastic packaging of things beautifully manufactured in China and elsewhere, enlighten yourself with the Resin Identification Code.



Look out for Number 3
Vinyl and PVC
Are BAD x 3



Further websites of interest, all Googled, I confess:

http://www.cielap.org/pdf/032304_timeontario.pdf

A 2002 study from the US Environmental Protection Agency (USEPA) states that "backyard barrel burning" is the largest source of dioxin and furan emissions in the US, and a 2003 Environment Canada report indicates that this practice is the largest remaining single source of environmentally occurring dioxins in Canada. The burn barrels of less than 40 households can release the same combined amount of dioxins as a modern incinerator designed for servicing up to 120,000.

http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/chem00/chem00031.htm

Some types of plastic contain elements besides the standard carbon,hydrogen, and oxygen. Nylons contain nitrogen, and polyvinyl chloride contains, of course, chlorine. These constituents also find their way into the combustion products. Probably the particular component you have heard about most is TCDD, which is an abbreviation for the chemical name tetrachloro-dibenzo-dioxin. This compound contains four chlorine atoms, and is inevatibly formed when polyvinyl chloride plastics are burned. (Complete combustion of PVC would yield only water, carbon dioxide, and hydrogen chloride; in practice, some incomplete combustion products such as TCDD are
always formed, if at low levels.) TCDD is also formed when wood burns, because wood also contains small amounts of chlorine. Because of the much higher proportion of chlorine in PVC, however, it is the material leading to the highest levels of TCDD.
The toxicity of TCDD to animals is well-established. It is often considered to be the man-made compound most toxic to animals. Its toxicity to humans,however, is not as well-established. The only absolutely confirmed human health effect from exposure to TCDD is a skin rash called chloracne. Other health effects are suspected. It is considered a carcinogen on the basis of animal studies.

TCDD is also an unwanted by-product of the manufacture of the herbicides 2,4-D and 2,4,5-T. A manufacturing accident at a plant manufacturing these chemicals occurred near Sevesto, Italy in 1976 released an estimated 1-10 lb of TCDD into the surrounding countryside, killing many farm animals and causing chloracne. Since 2,4-D and 2,4,5-T were components of the defoliant "Agent Orange" used in Vietnam, many U.S. servicemen (and of course Vietnamese) were exposed to elevated levels of TCDD. TCDD is thus suspected as the cause of the symptoms attributed to "Agent Orange" exposure.

Richard E. Barrans Jr., Ph.D.
Assistant Director
PG Research Foundation, Darien, Illinois

http://dnr.wi.gov/environmentprotect/ob/agplasticseffects.html

Some of the most dangerous chemicals created and released during burning some types of plastic are dioxins.... Dioxins, which are byproducts formed when chlorine-containing products are burned, tend to adhere to the waxy surface of leaves and then enter the food chain. Even if certain types of plastic (such as polyethylene or polypropylene) do not contain chlorine, other materials attached to or burned with the plastic may be a chlorine source.

Other chemicals released while burning plastics include benzo(a)pyrene (BAP) and other polyaromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs), which have both been shown to cause cancer. If film or containers are contaminated with pesticides or other harmful substances, those will also be released into the air. If plastics are burned with other materials, additional toxic chemicals may be created from the interaction of the different substances.

Earth Calling Canada: Stop Killing Everything

Canadian Geographic magazine has two outstanding features in the June 2008 issue. One is a revealing look at the Albertan Oil Sands development. The other is about the selfish greedy proposals to Strip-mine British Columbia's Flathead Valley.

What more proof do you need that Canadians are not angels when it comes to the love and protection of Nature? After all, these are the people who bludgeoned Seal-Pups to sell furs to Europeans; they are the people who raped the waters of all the fish in the Grand Banks of the North American East Coast until the cod disappeared, and even after 25 years, has not recovered; these are the people whose greed to grow grain in the Prairies created Dustbowls where once lived whole stable ecosystems.

Some of the maps and pictures of the oil sands extraction scarring Alberta are quite simply shocking. The eventual area to be damaged seems to be the size of the whole of England, if not more. Canadians have worshipped the car, and now they worship the money that comes from the oil that feeds the cars. I dare not even look on a Google Earth satellite photo... the rage it would bring up in me has to be managed.

As for the Flathead Valley, I suspect that now that British Columbia's economy is dominated by the mass economic migration from Hong Kong in the last 25 years, there is a complicity of ignorance and meekness at the prospective rape of the ecology in one of Earth's more bountiful climate systems (the Temperate, Rainy zones on the Eastern edges of the Great Oceans, namely places like Chile, Britain, and British Columbia).

Why should I assume ignorance and meekness when Greed will do? Why should you?

After all, they want the low-grade coal that is in the Flathead Valley. That's what they're doing in China. That's what they want to do in Canada.

Meanwhile the consumption habits of North Americans and Europeans are unabated as they endlessly buy gadgets, goods and machines that are Made in China. So whose fault is it ultimately? Is it the The Ignorant Consumer or is it the greedy Corporations and the Wealthy Private Elite that together rule their lives? It is probably all of them.

Letting Living Things Cross the Road

Canada.

You think of vast open spaces. Unspoilt. Pure, even when not smothered by snow and ice.

Oh yes, Canada is the place for every (well, at least the ones that hate hot weather or their countrymen) American who dreams to get away . Once called "The Great White North" by Second City comedians. Bears strolling about in the street. Salmon leaping up rivers, begging to be caught. Royal Canadian Mounties. European-descended Protestants living in small homely towns as close to their farming roots as possible. Lumberjacks and Fishermen and Boatsmen. Canada, the land once known for "Hewers of Wood and Bearers of Water."

The reality? Roads, roads, more roads and sprawling cities that are endlessly spreading their drab suburbia, and cars filling up all these roads, killing everything in their path.

Roadkill has always been a major problem in Canada. Canada has in the past always assumed that it had so much land, so much wilderness, that what gets killed on the road does not matter. Canadians have always taken the side of the car. For example, any anecdotes about an encounter between a moose and a car will always blame the moose. This will be rejoined by the Canadian habit of over-earnest familiar solicitousness, firstly for the driver's safety but more importantly for the car's outcome. Was it a write-off? No, not the moose, of course they mean the car!

These days, you don't see dead animals by the sides of the big main roads. No, because all the animals along those roads have given up and been killed. But if you drive on the quieter, straight and boring county and rural roads of Southern Ontario, you will see freshly killed animals - deer, raccoons, and many ugh others that you don't really want to pause to identify.

The truth is that although Canada is large, the amount which is south of the 45th Parallel (45 degrees North latitude line) is very scarce. This bit of Canada, which lies entirely in the Province of Ontario with Lakes Huron, Erie, and Ontario and the St Lawrence River bounding it, is Southern Ontario.

Southern Ontario south of the 45th Parallel has a land area about the same as the Republic of Ireland. Cover this up with industrialized farmland, roads, cities, shopping malls, parking lots, endless suburbs, endless lakeside Cottage Development, and Earth Calling Canada: YOU have a Problem!.

Indeed, Toronto is so devoted to cars, parking lots, roads and sprawling suburbia, that David Cronenberg, its most famous native Film Director, was inspired to make the film "CRASH". Since he made that film, which satirizes the human sexual attraction to cars in a built landscape that worships the car, there are even more towering buildings that overlook the dreadful 401 that ploughs right across the city from east to west.

The 401 is a hideous example of Twentieth Century North American civilization. Even by the mid-1970s, most of the 20 mile length of the 401 in Metropolitan Toronto had TWELVE LANES. There never was any way any animal could cross that road and ever survive.

So it seems very obvious: roads, highways, and motorways, should only ever be built with tunnels and bridges for animals and land invertebrates so that they can safely cross the road.

It is obvious. Isn't it? Let living things Cross the Road, safe from Killing Cars. Why is something that has been obvious to me for 30 years only now getting into the Toronto Star?

Do countries like China and India want to make these same mistakes as the United States and Canada did so many years ago? China and India can build their roads with tunnel and bridge crossings for living things. Or they could just concern themselves with feeding their burdensome populations and satisfying the materialistic indulgences of their wealthy elite classes.

London 2008/2004 comparison

There is no two-party system in Britain, thank intellectuals. But here in London for the Mayoral Election we have transferrable votes: every voter makes a first choice and a second choice. If nobody wins with an outright 50%+ majority, the two leaders are taken, and then all the second choice votes from the losers are added to the votes of the two leaders.

I must admit it works superbly. It tells you so much more. The Liberal Democrats are failing miserably in London. Obvious, if you are aware and intelligent enough to know that we don't need unbridled liberalism any more: what we still need are people who can contain and correct all the mistakes from the Sixties Onwards liberal era. But when I think that, I am guilty of intellectual snobbery, because notice that the BNP's % votes went down a bit, and the Green Party's votes went up by even less. There is no radical change in London democracy, despite the continuing transfer of London culture into the Globalized Economic Matrix. Democracy depends on demographics, in addition to depending on political free will. Those whom have babies, create voters. The Green Party and the BNP will never get anywhere, because they haven't even got a population growth scheme such as is encouraged by religions. The Liberal Democrats are dying out, simply because they tend to be secular, and reckless, so they are neither good at reproducing, nor are they any good at keeping their existing populations alive.

Evolution and Natural Selection in London human beings, all on one page of democratic voting statistics.

UK Local Elections 2008 : Part 2

At last, the London Results are in. It took an extra day, because of all the high technology electricity consumption methods they were using to count the votes.

Is this worth blogging? So Ken Livingstone lost. Well, to his credit, at least he stepped down. To the Electoral System's credit, democracy in the UK is sufficiently intact that Ken Livingstone HAD to step down, because he lost. There is the difference between Britain and Zimbabwe.

And the next biggest news will have nothing to do with the Green Party, which achieved nothing by sporting a young bright Nice North London Luvvie. Yes, it is that Richard Barnbrook of the BNP, has through the system of Proportional Representation, gotten the first seat ever for the BNP in the London Assembly.

Well, the only problem with this is the amount of police security that will have to be paid for to protect him and the whole London Assembly process. Very Expensive for the taxpayer. For it is a fact that he will endure more ill will than Salmon Rushdie, as the mini-tornadoes of Anti-Fascism will be whipped up to stir the paranoia of the many sheep who have been indoctrinated with fear.

And how will any of this help the planet? None at all. Because it will distract everyone from Humanity's Duty of Care towards its Mother Earth. This is 2008, not 1938. There are twice as many people on the planet today, and the majority of them live in nations that can build the atom bomb. The danger to the world today has nothing to do with dangerous human ideas being taken up by the masses. The danger to the world today is that the masses are sleep walking into the future. A future of a Market Matrix in which notions of Democracy, Freedom, Consumer Choice, Humanism and Resource Appropriation are the hyphae that will smother the rest of the diversity of life species on this planet.

UK Local Elections 2008; Part 1

Here are the UK Local election results, except for the London Mayoral and Assembly Election (which will not be published for a few hours, but there is no need to compare Robert Mugabe with Ken Livingstone for they are so obviously similar).

Labour has died. Conservatives have risen. Liberal Democrats have sat on the fence.

Other rates of Change? Notice that the BNP is growing at twice the rate of the Green Party, and is the fastest growing party. Somebody will try to use this meaningless and misleading statistic at the next election to sell Labour Votes to the Guardian Readers Who Can't Do Maths.

Absolute numbers? Notice that the rates of Change are absolutely inconsequential. The combined size of the BNP and the Green Party make up less than 1% of the total number of councillors. Britain is not Zimbabwe. There is no such thing as radical change at an election, whether or not it is democratically legitimate.

Other useful notes:

1. The BNP was only ever useful for drumming up support for the Labour Party, but they barely serve that purpose any more.

2. The Green Party is still a joke in the UK, despite the enormous middle-class concern for Global Warming over the last few years.

3. Both parties are nothing but foils and distractions who have no effect, and will have no effect in my lifetime, on the real power or government in the United Kingdom.

And none of this is either good or bad. It is just a statement of calculation.

Global Overheating in Los Angeles

The ghastly people of Los Angeles already have all their air conditioners running on full blast, and it's only the end of April! It's a new record, and yes, the planet is still overheating, even if it isn't obvious to people in Western Europe, who have had a delayed spring because of the tail-end of the La Nina (the cold backlash that comes after an El Nino).

Air conditioning is one of the most wasteful of all consumer extravagances, and I simply deplore the entire population of Los Angeles for their disgraceful new April Electricity Record. If they can't stand the heat, they should get out of the kitchen, and stop eating themselves into their Obesity Carriers, also known as SUVs.

Lard Arses. Selfish, self-obsessed lard arses who don't give a damn for anybody else. Los Angeles is the Sodom and Gomorrah of the 20th Century, so why should I be surprised?

BNP Mayoral Candidate and his Ballerina Girlfriend mother of Mixed Race child

Critics say her views are extraordinary given that her daughter is of mixed British, Cuban and Chinese descent. Her relationship with her former partner, fellow English National Ballet star Yat-Sen Chang, broke up in April

Golly gosh, all the juicy news you've ever missed, and all because one does not read tabloids, yet one has been bored to tears so often by the BBC/Guardian/Independent/Times/Daily Telegraph media bloc.

And updated in today's Daily Mail, one reads that Richard Barnbrook

studied at the Royal College of Art before falling into the company of Derek Jarman, the award-winning gay film-maker who was later to succumb to Aids

.

No surprises there. All the pieces of the puzzle are now in place. The Planet, and its many forms of Love, are more colourful even than Brian Paddick's underwear.

Mervyn King, the Piggy Banker of England

I cannot stand any more of Mervyn King. Is he an idiot, or just a piggy-faced day-dreamer?

He seems to have not the slightest clue that as Governor of the Bank of England, his role was to avert the problems we have been building up for the last few years. Instead every comment he has made since last August has been of the "I told you so" variety.

Oh yes, he told them so. So very softly, while pigging out on endless Mars Bars!

His job was NOT to stand by and watch and study the sinking ship of the British Economy these past few years. His job was to maintain, upgrade, re-build and steer the ship. Does he seem to understand this yet? NO.

He is still the Governor of the Bank of England. It can only mean that he has been planted in that position by very wealthy people who need to have a fool in his position to maintain their status quo.

Hardly the sort of appointment one would expect a Labour Party to allow. We might as well all give up and vote for the BNP! Nothing else seems to put any sense into the people who are supposed to be in power.

Loretta Napoleoni - Rogue Economics: Capitalism's New Reality

Loretta Napoleoni explains it here.

Our world is full of fantasies and illusions: the kingdom of the rogue economy is a feral force endemic to society.

Almost every product we consume has its own secret story. The most dangerous conduit of rogue economy is the global market because it allows rogue products to contaminate traditional economies and turns all of us consumers into its unconscious business partners.

We the consumers know very little about these economic interdependencies, we ignore the dark secrets of what we consume because we are trapped in the market matrix, the complex network of illusions and commercial fantasies which reshape our world.

As in the cult movie ‘Matrix’, consumers have no idea of reality and they think the global village they inhabit is an idyllic world. Both, consumers and citizens are caught in a dream. ‘Have you ever dreamed a dream so realistic that it seemed true than reality? What if you are not going to wake up? How could you make the difference between the reality and your dream? Says Morpheus in ‘Matrix’. That dream is our gilded prison.

To go back to reality we have to exit the market matrix and look at the world from its boundaries, with the eyes of victims: the slaves, the destitute, the population of many developing countries upon which globalization outlaws are building the landmarks of rogue economics.

How fitting to my previous blog post. As if I haven't been thinking along these lines for the last few years, but at last here's somebody, an economist, saying exactly what my mind has been slowly fermenting in isolation. And her reference to the analogy of The Matrix makes it clear that she connects popular science fiction with Real Life Economics.

That's intellectual affirmation of some sort. So why is it that simple facts that are obvious to people like myself, and to people like her, almost never get explained in mainstream journalism?

Clearly, mainstream journalism is a fundamental component in the structure of the Market Matrix.

Triad Gang Murder in London

Apparently this was a triad gang killing, and it was bloody and nasty. Also see the BBC piece.

In over-globalized London, misery from all over the planet arrives and feeds on the profits of drug-dealing, money-laundering, extortion, you-name-it.

And they exist because above them are ever larger layers of over-specialized economic citizens who are so removed from Nature, the Planet, and Love, that they in one way or another are decadent, selfish, greedy, paranoid etcetera.

Institutions deal with it speedily, and the rest of the world goes on its merry way, living in its Matrix of Illusions and Delusions. Which reminds me of a superb Italian economist who had her book reviewed on the BBC World Service last night, see next post about Rogue Economics.

Globalization, Globalisation, and the Pope

I was astonished to hear this clip on the BBC yesterday morning, from one of the Pope's New York speeches, and it took a while to find it here on Vatican Radio.

Globalization has humanity poised between two poles. On the one hand, there is a growing sense of interconnectedness and interdependency between peoples even when – geographically and culturally speaking – they are far apart. This new situation offers the potential for enhancing a sense of global solidarity and shared responsibility for the well-being of mankind. On the other hand, we cannot deny that the rapid changes occurring in our world also present some disturbing signs of fragmentation and a retreat into individualism. The expanding use of electronic communications has in some cases paradoxically resulted in greater isolation. Many people – including the young – are seeking therefore more authentic forms of community. Also of grave concern is the spread of a secularist ideology that undermines or even rejects transcendent truth. The very possibility of divine revelation, and therefore of Christian faith, is often placed into question by cultural trends widely present in academia, the mass media and public debate.

When you think about it, without a doubt the Catholic Church is probably one of the first and the original of all Globalist Institutions. Therefore although it is heartening to hear anything intelligent said at all, it is rather disappointing to hear only that

"we cannot deny that the rapid changes occurring in our world also present some disturbing signs of fragmentation and a retreat into individualism"

So here we have the Pope, saying that the Catholic Church regards the biggest threat from Globalisation to be the threat to its power.

I would like to teach the Catholic Church to Love the Planet. They need to learn.

Chinese boycotting French Goods

The interesting bit is that Carrefour has got 100 hypermarkets in China. Is it obvious yet that globalization is a disease that covers the face of the Earth?

Will the bourgeois wealthy in Beijing and Shanghai join the boycott? I can't imagine how the Chinese will live without brandy. They might have to go back to rice wine. As for the working class? They'll just have to give up booze, because rice prices are at record levels.

The Green Party in the London Elections

Following on from the absence of economic policy in the London mayoral elections here we have Sian Berry in the New Statesman. Well, it's a shame that she's playing up slightly to her hair colour, because in this non-sexist, non-racist, non-denominational, non-bigoted 2008 version of Babylon 5 called London, I had hoped for a piercing, raging, unassailable, thunderbolt of a political campaign from the Greens this year.

Oh well, too much lettuce, I guess.

Never mind, when everything becomes extinct, there will so much less chance of being reincarnated as something creepy crawly.

Clouds and the Noise of Roads, Cars and Aeroplanes

On cloudy days, the noise from roads gets reflected back to the ground, and so the noise of cars banging away down a road is louder for everyone around.

It's absolutely horrible. The people in their super-insulated BMWs and Toyotas think that life is wonderful, but the noise that they're making is drowning out the chance of any conversation. No wonder everyone has to block it out by wearing Ipods in their ears, and by staying inside double-glazed homes and blogging instead of getting outside.

It is plain nasty, all the traffic noise, aeroplane noise and motorised traffic noise. This noise will not go away even if all those wonderful men and women all drove electric cars that are powered by hydrogen fuel-cells, because most road noise comes from air turbulence and tires belting down a surface. There is NO way to greenwash the noise from Car and Aeroplane traffic, because it has nothing to do with Climate Change.

But it is Environmental Pollution that is killing the Quality of Life for all the people, for they are forced to become caged men and women instead of being free as they were born to be, outdoors in the open air.

Food biodiversity in our Topsy Turvy Spring

So last year was a La Nina year, following the record hot and dry El Nino in the previous year. What's a year and when does it begin and end? This spring has been weird. On Valentine's day, everything was bursting into spring bud and flower, bees were buzzing about, and flies were breeding. And since then we have had the coldest 2 months of the whole winter. (What's going on? Who cares why and what does it matter if we can't fix it? Yes, climate change and global warming have fallen out of fashion as ever as soon as the cold set in. No, we aren't going to fix it, and it looks like most of humanity will carry on making it worse..)

Now the trees are starting to come into leaf. What is so strange is that although Hawthorn was flowering in February, the subsequent cold put a hold on many other trees. I see that hornbeam is now coming out - they like clay, so the cold and wet feet that they have from this weather doesn't slow them down. Other trees (beech or sycamore?) have swollen buds but haven't opened yet. The ash has started flowering, and oaks in some places are coming out. Wild Crab Apple went into furious blossom in early March, but since has stalled and has yet got no leaves. Plums are flowering gradually, different parts coming into blossom over the past 3 weeks.

All the naturalized daffodils and hyacinths have finished, even though few of them got fertilized because there were few days worthy of insect pollinators. But now all the other later spring flowering bulbs, tulips, grape hyacinths etc are in full bloom. Though the bluebells will not be out for another two weeks.

It's all so mixed, so confused, and so gradual and sporadic and scattered all over time and space. There are a multitude of different trees and plants that deal with the climate differently, and we can see that in action. We are living in a mixed climate, where different aspects of biodiversity are all minding their own business in the endless competition for survival.

How could any GM seed designer ever design crop seeds to cope for such variation? They couldn't. It is pointless for intelligent people to speak of biodiversity or food security, without their being able to speak of food biosecurity. We need people all over the world to grow as diverse a range of crops as possible, not just a few strains of high yielding seeds designed, marketed and distributed by a Monsanto type of company. Is this not obvious to people? Should it not be most obvious to all scientists, or are there too many scientists whom are so specialized that they cannot see the wood for the trees, even when the trees haven't come into leaf yet?

Meanwhile, in Today's news, the Pope is visiting Zimbabwe, making apologies for the shameful boatload of Child Abuse victims sitting in Durban port. The President of Iceland, Jonathan Sachs, has asked Zimbabwe's neighbouring countries, namely Israel, Peru and Australia to obstruct the shipment of these arms and legs over the territories. But tomorrow is a famous Jewish festival that revolves around children, and Robert Mugabe has pointed out that

Civilizations that worship lifeless things eventually become lifeless.


Hence, I scorn this blog, this lifeless blog, and its computer, its electricity, its inanimate lifeless copper and fibreoptic veins that connect to other millions of silicon-hearts all pulsing with holes and electrons across their own millions of semiconductor barriers.

For the Planet has no more Love to give away. Love will never be the same again.

The absence of Economic Policy in the London Mayoral and Local Elections

Given that the people of Britain spend so much time telling other people how to run a democracy, it is worthwhile examining this upcoming election.

Aside from trite and pedestrian promises, and despite being in the throes of the biggest manifestation of flawed Globalist Economics, the Credit Crunch, none of the campaigning has thrown up any discussion of Free-market Globalism or Planetary Environmental Economics.

The fact is that London lives off the fat of the planet, and has hedged all its bets on being the financial heart of a Globalist Economic system.

Yet here we have an election for a mayor, and none of the candidates are intelligent enough to speak out about whether this vision for London will be a deliberate conscious policy, or whether they will just blunder on with what is there already.

Have intelligent people all become extinct even before all the species in the Amazonian rainforest?

An attack on the Unscience of Common Economics

Thank goodness for Scientific American!

Here on Love and the Planet, I have been disgusted for some time with the basis of the modern common philosophies of Economics that have been driving human development. Indeed, a search for "economics" on this blog is a rather awesome reminder of the history of my disgust, e.g. 1
and 2

(Personally, I hate to read my old postings, because as a blogger, there is nothing worse than being reminded how awful things were, and how little they've changed).

So here is Scientific American, finally attacking some of the unscience of Economics. I think they were being a bit reserved and rather too kind, but then, being scientific, they have to separate their opinion from their evidence.

And of course, there are very few indications I have come across that Economics are becoming Planetary in the right direction, aside from 3 I do not accept that Carbon Trading is sufficient; it has no consideration of the value of any of the species of life on the planet, let alone of the value of Intact Interconnected Ecosystems. Carbon Trading merely addresses only one very small facet of managing Human Development on this Planet.

Construction Firms and The Office of Fair Trading

Curious, it seems, that despite all the attempts to distract the democratic population with spurious, it seems, causes and issues, that here we have an instance where The Office of Fair Trading has steadfastly been doing its job and has something to show for it today.

All that construction, and human development, all at ultimate cost to the public purse, facilitated with easy Global Finance when money was slushing about cheaply. All done without one of the major features of a free market.

I think Adam Smith must have been a marvellous conjurer of Man's Wants

Men's paws shod with old blinkers

In that land, at that time, there was a wealthy merchant. Having been born to simple folk, the several wives and several businesses he had acquired over years of ruthless smiling gave him the status he needed to feel like a big man.

Nonetheless, at moments, such as in the stillness of the dawn light, he harked back to his youth, and searched for the feelings that he knew he once felt.

For he was older now, than his father was, when he turned his back on his father's simple ways, and ventured into the wider world in the certainty of wit-gotten wealth.

Who would have warned him that the wives would one day inspire so little? Amongst his peers there was endless ribaldry and chatter of ageless virility that could be fortified by merry drink, powdered animal parts, and little pills bought from an internet doctor. He played along in the banter, knowing since he was a child that if you were all together in the same boat, you must cheer each other along until you reach safe shores.

The women, he knew, spoke openly about their own changes. He thought about how it must be, to be they. When in their prime, they could either bring men to their knees, or they produced men from between their knees. Then slowly the decline began, and accelerated, until one day undeniably, the regularity of the workings of their womb stopped.

Surely, he thought, men are not the same?

What the World Needs Now

Humanity's need for fashion
in every aspect of its culture,
from Politics to Toilet paper,
Wearies me
From Head to Tail.
There are just too many people,
And they have evolved
with humanists
and religions
and science
and technology,
so there will always be too many people.
There is no wilderness left,
real or virtual,
to give any more escape
to all the living things that need it.
This vacuum that is the blogosphere
has less life
than a square foot of rainforest soil,
than a cubic foot of coral sea.
It is all bland
humanity.

Biofools Day

Today is a sad day for the UK, for the Fools that run this Government still have allowed the RTFO to come into effect today, despites the fact that they know the world has a food shortage, and that biofuel crops have been carved out of virgin natural habitats.

Most of all, today is the ultimate Own Goal for the Green Movement, because the Monbiot ilk which pressed so hard for this type of sustainability, have been unable to halt what they set in motion.

The Green Movement of the Monbiot Wing have been obsessed with halting Climate Change. This obsession has been at the expense of protecting diminishing and precious Natural Habitats, which are suffering encroachment by the inexorable juggernaut of Human Development, regardless of Climate Change.

At no point in the history of this Green Nonsense did anybody ever suggest that people should give up their cars, give their roads, and walk, cycle, or ride a horse instead of switching to biofuels. No, for Man still Loves Cars, even though Cars are growing old and ugly. Cars are making the Planet, and all its creatures and living things great and small, extinct. Man is the worst lover that this Planet has ever had. It is time for the Planet to Dump Him.

The Planet must dump Man.
Yes, dump. Not re-use, or recycle. Dump Man.

Waiting for Ageism to die Out in the Old World

You might as well wait for God. The only Ism that will not grow old and die. In the New World, the battle against ageism is decades ahead of that in the Old World.

In Britain, the youth have always been favoured in employment, because:

- they are more likely to be physically fit (biological ageism)
- they are innocent and ignorant and no threat to their seniors (Machiavellian Ageism)
- they excite the hormones of those whom have not yet had their fill of youth. (sexist ageism)

But Free Tibet. Free Palestine. Free NHS Treatment Forever.

And most importantly,

Buy One Get One Free. Because even those who are all hearts and no brains can count up to one.

A Few of the Old own the World,
and they use Many of the Young
to keep them in the Lifestyles
to Which They are Accustomed.
Free The Economy of Machiavellian Ageism.

The Economics of Sport and the Olympics

Humans and animals have to eat. After they have eaten, they have time and energy. This is either spent on getting the next meal, or if that is an easy bet, it becomes spare time and energy.

Sport is an example of an entertainment that spends spare time and energy. It is a luxury of large organised human groupings. In our modern globalized technologized energy-dependent economic world, there is a lot of spare time and energy in its 6 Billion Human Population.

Sport itself has further specialized. It is now normal that for every one person performing at Sport, over 10000 people are only watching, either in a stadium or on Television. The Olympics are the pinnacle of Globalized Sport Economics. All this time and energy is wasted, instead of being spent on getting the next meal. This time and energy is spare only because of fossil-fueled industrialized agriculture. The work of only one wheat farmer using tractors, chemical fertilizers, GM seed and combine harvesters is enough to feed 10000 people.

Is this desirable? The basis of human economics is that it services human wants. What it does not recognize is that human wants move with fashion. Once it was hugely unfashionable to toil over soil. In substitute, lazing in the spectacle of modern sport has become the unthinking aspiration. Such an aspiration is merely fashion. Who says that Humanity should want this?

Has humanity revisited its reasons for its Wants, so that it can design Global Economics to include Flexibility, Redundancy and Regression? For example, Can Global Economics allow for the human want for some toil over the soil, and the Human Want for Natural Food grown as Part of a Natural Sustainable Ecosystem rich in Living things and Species Diversity?

Unfortunately, Global Economics does not yet answer this simple challenge. Those who ask these simple challenging questions have not even got a voice yet, and a blog like this might never get heard.

The Economics of the Olympics are too old-fashioned.

The Totally Global, International, Planetary Olympic Sport

Loveandtheplanet is now bored beyond distraction of hearing about the Olympics, Tibet, human rights, and China, in an endless loop, stuck in a groove, on permanent replay. You get to a point in a media frenzy when you know that the media and its talking heads have ceased to collect and disseminate new facts, information, or history, and are no longer contributing to the intelligence of its audience, or to the development of solutions.

Everyone knows that the Olympics are not happening in a real place or space, or that the athletes are real human beings. It is fairly obvious if you look at your 40 inch Flat Screen TV that there is not enough space in your TV for full-size human beings to be running, jumping, swimming and behaving like Wild Homo Sapiens. So it must be even more obvious that the Olympics are going to be entirely computer-generated. This is a shame, because I rather prefer the Wild, only because there is nearly none of it left on the planet, and so wild Homo Sapiens are rather precious.

So in response to this year's Tibetan Olympics, held high in the Himalayan intermontane plateau, I propose a new event, which will henceforth be known as the Everests. After all, Mount Olympia is just a molehill.

The EVERESTS will be local. Everyone will participate, so long as they own a remote control.

Their preparation will require them to buy a plane ticket to fly to a foreign land, where they have few friends or family, or where their friends or family are living in an isolated ghetto that is living in its own little world that has nothing to do with that foreign land.

Then these competitors will be required to get a job and to do it. They must not think about what is the product or the purpose of their job, but they must work very hard at it, and earn lots of cash. At the end of the week, they must spend some of that cash to get drunk on cheap booze, so that they are ready to work again on Monday. They must not, under any circumstances, fall ill or get sick.

They must also spend as much of their cash on rent and food as is possible, but they must save up some of it to buy the latest 60 inch Disposable Television from their local supermarket. Oh, I forgot. First they must save up their cash to buy a big, big, big car. Then they can drive to the supermarket to buy their Disposable Television.

And now the competitors are all prepared for the Everests. They must use the remote control and clasp it in one hand while clutching a beer or a bag of crisps in the other hand. They will all be winners, except for one loser, for the last one to switch off the television will be the Loser.

P.S. Apologies to the Nepalese for stealing their mountain for the name of this new competition. Free Nepal. Free times over. Free Nepal. Free Nepal. Free Nepal. Save Nepal. Save Nepal. Save Nepal.

Next blog post will be, the Economics of the Olympics, also known as The Doctrine of Human Wants, also known as Me, Me, Me and my Plastic Card.

Singing singing Buttercups and Daisies

The English, just like so many people around the world, have lost their culture. And just to confirm it, trying to find this on Google took almost longer than going to a library!

Meanwhile, they have been assiduous at preserving the Bricks and Mortar of old buildings that sit stodgily and empty of the living people and culture that built them. The buildings of England are like pickled dead things in a Nazi scientist's laboratory. But you can sell that to a stupid tourist very easily, because there are always more tourists from America, Australia, India, China, Japan, etc., etc., And the tourists never read blogs like this. They are far too busy shopping.

Because indigenous cultural diversity in England has disappeared under the Juggernaut of Globalism, is it any surprise that the English are always desperate to fly away on holidays or to emigrate? It is no longer easy to get a thrill from just going to Strawberry Fair. No, nowadays you have to fly around the world to Kerala while complaining about the crowds on the roads, at the airports, and in the holiday resorts. So Ri-fol, Ri-fol.....

As I was going to Strawberry Fair,
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies,
I met a maiden taking her wares, fol-de-dee.
Her eyes were blue and golden her hair,
As she went on to Strawberry Fair.

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

"Kind sir, pray pick of my basket," she said;
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies
"My cherries ripe or my roses red, fol-de-dee.
My strawberries sweet I can of them spare,
As I go on to Strawberry Fair."

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

"Your cherries soon will be wasted away;"
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies
"Your roses wither'd and never stay, fol-de-dee.
'Tis not to seek such perishing ware,
That I am tramping to Strawberry Fair."

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

"I want to purchase a generous heart;"
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies
"A tongue that neither is nimble nor tart, fol-de-dee
An honest mind, but such trifles are rare.
I doubt if they're found at Strawberry Fair."

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

"The price I offer, my sweet pretty maid;"
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies
"A ring of gold on your finger displayed, fol-de-dee,
So come, make over to me your ware
In church today at Strawberry Fair."

Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-li-do,
Ri-fol, Ri-fol, Tol-de-riddle-dee.

Love

To Love is:

- to Care for,
- to Protect
- to Nurture.

Most women do this to their children naturally and usually very well. This is why there are now over 6 billion humans on the planet.

To love the Planet is:

- to Care for the Planet,
- to Protect the Planet,
- to Nurture the Planet.

Most men cannot do this naturally. Nature has for most of Mankind's history, been seen as an enemy. By seeing it as an enemy, Mankind has fought to control and master Nature, and hence has evolved and multiplied at its expense.

Hence to love the Planet is uncommon, especially at this point in Man's history, when it has expanded so rapidly, so aggressively, on the strength of the urge to control and dominate Nature. For only when these common sort of men have exhausted Nature will they exhaust themselves. And only after they have exhausted themselves will the day come for those who can love the planet to take over. Except that there would be no planet left to love.

Hence it follows that those who love the planet, must control Man, before both are devastated.

This has happened before in history. The threat of Nuclear Holocaust was perhaps the best recent example.

The current threat is far more insidious.....

Life Extinction

Bigger Threat Than Global Warming: Mass Species Extinction

11 months after this Independent article, is anything better?

So here we have the New Generation of British Environmentalist Celebrity, Chris Packham trying to spread the discussion to the Youth of Today.

Extinction is still Not Okay. Chris Packham's little provocation is only useful in drawing attention to the fact that Conservationists around the world have very limited resources, and the Planet has got a lot of species dying out.

Meanwhile, lots of money is still spent on wars.

Saving Guyana Tropical Rainforest and ALL its species

The Economy is a subsidiary of the Environment, and NOT the other way around.

The best way of saving any species is to save it where it normally lives, namely in its natural habitat. This is because you save all the things that live with it, and all the things that are interdependent with it, including its food chain.

That is why it is so important to save the few wild places left on this tiny planet called earth.

So news of a way of saving the Guyanese tropical rainforest comes this week and is the first hopeful example of Global Enviromental Economics.

You can also hear about this in the interview with Hylton Murray-Philipson on the BBC Radio 4 Today programme (at about 11.5 minutes into the clip).

Here is a transcript...

BBC's Greg Wood: Canopy Capital has bought 371000 hectares (that is about the size of the island of Majorca). Now, this is about recognizing that Rainforest doesn't just store carbon, which is tradeable, but that they can also provide other services, if you like. For example, they are a catalyst for rainfall in other areas of the world - a commodity which potentially has value for farmers cultivating crops. Canopy Capital claims the deal puts a financial value on rainforest for the first time, and its director, Hylton Murray-Phillipson is here. Good morning. How do you put a value, a tradeable value on the rainforest and those benefits that you outline?

Hylton Murray-Phillipson: That is extremely difficult to do. I could say, invite me back in 12 months time and I will tell you. What I am absolutely convinced of is that the world cannot go along the model that we established since the 19th Century, treating the environment as an externality to economic growth. That was fine when the population was 1.5 billion in 1900, now we are 6.5 billion heading towards 9 billion in the middle of this century. Every single thing in this planet depends on those ecosystem services. The Economy is a subsidiary of the Environment, and NOT the other way around. Whether you want soya in Brazil, rainfall in Lima, or whether you even want crops in the American Midwest, you have to place a value on the rainfall generation of the forest.

I would like to IMMEDIATELY correct the misimpression created by your introduction that we have bought land in Guyana. We have definitively NOT done that. What we have entered into is a partnership to bring value to the ecosystem services of that forest. The forest remains the property of the people of Guyana and specifically the Irokwama reserve.

Greg Wood: But you still expect to make a return, a profit, out of it, and to many people, while your aims will be laudable, perhaps not the right way to go about preserving the environment and the benefits that you set out.

HMP: Well I think that would be a great pity. I think that the only way we are going to turn around the trend of destruction of tropical rainforest is to harness the power of money and markets in conservation. We HAVE to engage the profit motive. It is very important, I would like to make clear, that we DO manage to turn these assets into a profitable enterprise; that 80% of the upside benefit will go to the local communities and local stakeholders.

Laugh In Laugh Out

Last In Last Out
Laugh In Laugh Out

He who laughs First laughs Last.
(First In Laugh Out First Out?)

He who laughs not at all?
Is not getting his share of Laughter.

So that's why socially cohesive populations permit themselves only timid giggles and restrained chuckles?

Naive liberalism is ignorant or immoral

All freedoms, like the rolling of dice, give different outcomes that are either successes or failures.

Liberals are quick to champion the right to a freedom,
Many are quick to claim credit for the successes.

But what of the failures and adverse outcomes?
Even the few who are noble enough to accept the responsibility rarely have the ability or power to make amends.

For once something is broken, it often is impossible to repair.

Prevention is better than cure.

Naive liberalism that does not provide for the outcomes of the liberties championed, is a disservice to society. Naive liberalism is politically useful to individuals whom wish to profit from others' miseries.

Extinction is not okay

Extinction is a part of Evolution.

Ordinary people now say it. Ordinary people who once had the passion to care for all the living species on this planet.

But

Extinction is only as much a part of Evolution, as Death is a part of your Life.

...in relative time.

So why are ordinary people now talking the walk of the Dead?

And is it good to let them stop caring?

No.

So solve it.

Why did it hurt?
They cared once.
They cared so much that it hurt.
It hurt too much for them to care any more.
Someone talked them into facing ~death~,
But talked them out of Living.
Instead they walk like zombies in the global consumerist economy.
Talking the Death of the Planet,
Looking how to fit into the whirl of money,
And clutching the mantra of The Economist,
Entirely distracted by Climate Change.
The species?
They have forgotten that they should
at least
leave the Earth
as they found it,
so that a future child
can stare in wonder
At species in the Wild.

Dave Gorman joins the Disillusioned

It is so nice to know that the celebrities are catching up with the real world. You're not alone, Dave. And you're not the last to find out that the world you thought was still out there, is already ALL gone, thanks to Globalization. Global Corporations, Mass Production, Industrialization of everything.

So maybe the other celebrities will finally let on that there is no dream out there, so put out the stars in your eyes, and save what you can while the sun shines.

Contemplation of Hermitage

Is hermitage good or bad?

Has the individual become a hermit through choice, or not? Is it good for the hermit, or good for the Group, or not?

Man is a Social Animal.
So shall Animals be as Man..

In Nature, what there was once of it, the lone wolf was cast out by the pack.

What combination of individual choice or external circumstance caused a wolf to become lone?

The casting out depends on the season as well as on the explicit inavailability of food. The alpha male will drive out other males whom: threaten his mating rights; will not grovel; or do not contribute adequately to the pack's hunt. The alpha female will drive out other females whom: have lost the attention of the alpha male; do not contribute adequately to the raising of the offspring or to the hunt.

There will be others whom will become lone voluntarily even though it appears that there is no apparent pressure for them to be cast out.

Given that there are Hermits, and there are Lone Wolves, and that some are Outcast, and some are Voluntary:

in Man, the Voluntary Hermit will be the individual who either:
- foresees and preempts the eventuality of the casting out
- through randomly inherent difference, seeks his chances separate from the group.

Is the Outcast Hermit lesser?

What are the evolutionary opportunities for the different options?

The voluntary hermit will have the advantage of seeking new territories while there is still adequate food locally and while there is no competition from the later hermits. The voluntary hermit has the disadvantage of enduring risk that might never have become forced upon him.

The outcast hermit has the advantage of having nothing left to lose, but at a time when there might be nothing else left to gain.

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Can the voluntary hermit rejoin the Group at some future time? Yes, if conditions are suitable for him to rejoin. If the conditions are not suitable, then these are likely, but not certain, to be the conditions where he would have become an outcast in any case.

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The condition of hermitage is sometimes voluntary, sometimes not.

Where it is voluntary, there is at least the option of checking if the Social Group is more beneficial.

Where it is involuntary, hermitage is a challenge, which might as well be seized as an opportunity.

That's Life, in a snail shell.

The Globalists: World Economic Forum

So this is in the news today.

The ultimate collection of Globalists. People who want to set policies that affect the whole planet.

And organised by people in Geneva. And you thought the Swiss just kept time and sold substitutes for sex?

They also sell a value system (the sort that buffered Einstein), and lots of tourism. Environmentally damaging international tourism, from Weekend ski trips to Long-haul World Seminars.

Why do the Swiss let this happen? From their lofty position high in the leafy melting Alpine mountains, maybe they think they can look down at the world more successfully than everybody else? Or maybe the Swiss spend so much time brokering between divergent cultures that they are the quintessential globalists and peace seekers.

The Alps have a good ski season this winter, global warming not withstanding, so there won't be much complaint heard from them about how their Globalism is destroying their local environment. But what is left of the Swiss local culture?

There is not a lot of local culture left in Switzerland. And they seem to do nothing to stop the damage, let alone begin to reverse it. Think Nestle. Do the Swiss drink milk squeezed the same morning from the dairy cow on their local farm. Of course not. And they can't remember how to do it, even if they wanted to. They have sold their souls and their culture and their land for an easy life, for World Peace, in a way that was directed by their World War 2 experience. They have been pushed this far by the experience of a war that finished 62 years ago. How long can you be pushed, before it becomes time for you to be pulled?

Is there a famous Swiss Luddite in history? Or is there still to be one?

Is it possible to have World Peace without all-pervasive and inexorable Social and Industrial Globalism?

Rise up, Luddites versus the Borg, the Antz, the Matrix

Fuse the Borg, the Matrix, and populate it with the Antz, and if you have seen all those, you have a picture of the world you live in.

So why are Luddites so derided and ridiculed? Just because they were shown to be losers at their time? That did not mean that their time would never come. Or that they would never be needed.

Rise up, Luddites. Unless of course you're a Mennonite, which I think is ultra cool, in which case, go and beget.

The Borg, the Antz, the Planet You Were Born in

Big World out there.. Big Planet. You think? Maybe not as big as it used to be.

A shrunken planet, called a global village. Now it becomes a global suburb.

What job do you do? One that is a tiny cog in a machine bigger than ever before in human history. You may live in a suburban house, drive a suburban car, and have a suburban wife, but your part is so small, and part of a huge juggernaut that marches over this globe, this planet this Earth.

Do you have a choice? Did you ever? You play your role because you are tied to the Borg-like system, like one of many Antz, even when you have asked the question, you gave up on finding an alternative. You are afraid of living without those things that are called Wealth. You have less choice today than your parents, or their parents before them. Maybe you live in a poor village that is not part of our Global Economic Borg. It will not be long. Even if you are in the darkest bowels of the Congo, you will be swallowed up soon. We have people whom think that they will rescue you from poverty, while all they have to offer is another version of slavery, after all these centuries. These fools are born too quickly too be stopped. Quickly, teach them what is the meaning of their baubles and gaudy frippery, this wealth that they are beholden to.

Once the Global Economists measured Wealth in Televisions. Once they measured it in cars. Now everyone has a television, and all the fools also have cars, and they cannot live without them. If Wealth is something that you cannot live without, then the great container ships of commerce should be laden heavily with Heroin.

All Wealth is not something to be shied from just because it is Good to do so. Wealth has to be defined, and prioritized. Understand what wealth it is that you really need, what are those most important things to you, and shy from the rest. Help others to understand what is truly of value, and they will be wealthy simply from this knowledge.

Passion in Poetry

Passion only comes through in certain ways. You may have the same or even greater passions than Amy Winehouse, but if you haven't got the diaphragm and vocal cords to express it, who is going to know.

So then there is so called poetry, such as:

Better to Die In Rapture
Than to Lie and Rot Away
You will be My Coffin
And I will be Your Grave
Take My Lips, Suck In My Soul
You're the Half that Makes Me Whole.

I am delighted to say that I wrote it a long time ago, and I have no time for it now. Hence it is being published. It is copyright to me, me, me.

Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories

And Stop Those Who Do Otherwise.

Arrest Them.

Lock Them Up.

Re-educate Them, Or Brainwash Them, Or Get them addicted to something that is only Self-Destructive, for example, computer games, or blogging?