As Good A Time As Any

18th February 2026 is for some parts of the Christian Faith the commencement of Lent; a solemn observance prior to Easter. Dates and practices vary
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent 
By happy synchronicity of calendars this year, the Islamic Ramadan commenced of the 17th February 2026
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan 
Both as solemn times of fasting, penitence, religious observation and spiritual reflection. And in consequence seem a good time to write a reflective post across a broad spectrum.   

 

On Human Flaws
There are many some are small niggly little things with a potential to get out of control on the local level- loud music being a classic. Some with a capacity to spread wreckage far and wide. This post is about one which is sometimes a starter all of its own, while other times is brought into the mix.
Conflict 

As we know it can start anywhere, anyhow, anybody. Its causes are myriad, mostly political, misuse of religion, race, greed and social differences. At the lower end it is conducted these days on Social Media, or on The Streets, at the other end on The Battlefield. Sometimes those who claim to be leaders or want to be are the cause, and going back to the other extreme it will be what’s called a grass roots movement of division or discontent that some opportunists will be only to willing to bring their carpet bag or medicine show wagon to.
Thanks to the proliferation of Social Media it often needs only a label or a slogan to get the whole thing rolling and roiling. And constructive thought or true critical thinking does not come into the process – heck those two are quite the encumbrance to Conflict on account of asking that difficult question:
WHY

Now by that I don’t mean ‘Why’ two groups or people are yelling, shouting, threatening, hitting, missile-ing at each other. We know that, the parties strongly don’t get on, feel threatened, fear what the other side represent. That’s the Old Story. I mean the other tricky deeper question WHY ‘the parties strongly don’t get on, feel threatened, fear what the other side represent’ . How did it get to this stage? Never mind what the leaders, pundits, loudmouths, fast buck merchants and Social Media, YouTube, Instagram, X Tik-Tok and whatever other platform stirrers, influencers, I Want More Than Five Minutes of Fame peddlers are pushing. I mean how did YOU, THEY ,US, THEM get here- now? Because to be honest no one in a bright shiny uniform along with a few others in not so bright and shiny equivalents came up to your door said ‘You’re drafted.’ hauled you off, uniformed you up, gave you a weapon and pointed you in the direction of the foe with an instruction to do harm. No YOU,THEY, US,THEM we all signed up as fast as we could. And we could not wait to get at the foe.
At this stage you should be somewhat aggrieved with me and pointing out that there was a Good Cause for YOU, WE to feel this way and it’s because THEY ,THEM are the way THEY are, it’s all their fault.
All their fault?
The supposition amongst the anger and rage is that one side has at least a majority holding in the Ethical and even Practical stakes, while the others are just shorn of all senses and perceptions.
Harsh?
Well since both sides are calling out those shots there is a suggestion the situation is jagged.
Let’s go down to the micro-level to the folk who pay the dues        

 

Those Who Care (About Something)
Everyone has opinions and also have strong beliefs about something or other. Which means at some stage they are going to bump up against those who have the opposite strong beliefs. Now there is a very high likelihood that for a whole slew of reasons neither are ever going to agree.
The question to be asking is – Do WE,YOU,THEY,THEM strongly disagree with everything the people of the other side hold to? Here’s a hardcore example.
Two groups are having a loud ruckus in the street. Suddenly a distressed person is crying for help, distracted with one baby their two other children being kids have got into a boat onto a patch of water, hit something and the boat starting to sink. Do the two groups carry on? Do either of them check out if the parent is on their side of the argument. Or do the whole lot as one group go rushing off to help, form a human chain, or a swim line or anything to help, while others contact the rescue services. I am suggesting here the whole argument gets forgotten and maybe a few tenuous working relationships are formed, because amongst the groups bother will be agreeing that something should have been done about careless leaving of boats at the rickety jetty  and those dangerous bits underwater. You could parallel that with any number of scenarios.(By the way you get social points deducted for trying to blame the parent – they were dealing with the baby and any parent knows if there is something dangerous kids if left unsupervised even for a second will be there!
The point I wish to make is that there is usually some common ground somewhere. I will leave you to imagine less extreme examples.
We all disagree strongly but those who disagree strongly with each will also have common ground. And it is there that we should be, on the common ground, working with the other side, realising some things can be worked through together, while accepting that some won’t.
And won’t those snake oil merchants who trade in conflict hate that? They cannot abide moderation or constructive working together. They want YOU,US,THEM,THEY to be forever divided and filling up their coffers (literally) and ensuring they get the top jobs. 
At this stage…No…I am not going to break out one of those 1960s ‘Let’s All Love Each Other’ songs. I never gave them much store back then when I was teenager and sadly they did not work out either. The nearest anyone got was Lennon/McCartney’s ‘We Can Work It Out’.
Basically time is running out, and there’s too much Conflict . Work together and at the end of the day go home and maybe say ‘Geez I can work fine with them but if I lived with them I swear…..’ 
It’s a start.
Together on The Common Ground.

Take care folks.    

PS: This might be the start of a sort of series of reflective style posts over this (for me) Lenten season.
Not sure yet. We’ll see.

PS II – I don’t know how this will look to you, but I can’t be responsible for where WP is putting it adverts.
Hopefully they will turn up in reasonably sited places

Roger

An Explanation and Something of a Justification

I cannot quite place which of the Laurel & Hardy films Olly looks at Stan in that wonderful exasperated expression and asks ‘What did you do that for?’ . It seems to fit the theme of the post though.

Preamble 
I have long forgotten what my ‘WP Name’ was when first starting out on WP some fourteen years ago. All went well until between them WP & Kismet turned my replies to other posts into either unknown or spam. Neither would not admit to a flaw or offer an apology and would refer me to the other. That PAID FOR account was closed down and I set up a new  FREE account (Are you reading this WP?).
Anyway, simmering from the previous treatment I chose the name ‘determineddespiteWP’ as my  ‘name’ in thinking a point was being made, if only to myself.
And there it was for years and years and years. Quite forgotten, to the extent when folk replied to me by the name ‘determined’ for a few moments there would be no recognition until the ‘Oh Yeah’ kicked in.

The Build Up
The original reason for joining WP was to raise my writing profile and interact with other Indy writers. However (there is always an ‘However’), once involved with the ‘back and forth’ and dipping into random posts which caught the attention of my political side, I became involved in that track…….. Bound to happen.
And gradually, then at an increasing pace the folk being followed and my own posts took on a majority political slant; there was even a second site given over to politics but that withered a bit. The writer in me lamented…loudly at times…but despite a few public announcements there would be no more politics it did not take much for me to slip back to political views as a theme.
Now being a reader of histories, historical references and allegories tended to abound in my writing….. Here comes another ‘However’…….. Most of the my favoured subject matter were Military Histories along with the associated political causes and effects; and when wars are involved there are certainly no happy beginnings or middles and very rarely any truly satisfactory much less happy endings. This leaves an inveterate reader of these histories with a certain outlook. Some might call it ‘Realistic’, some might compliment you with ‘Incisive’ , others might simply suggest ‘Gloomy’ of ‘Judgemental’ – I would not argue with the latter.
Thus my posts or responses were along the lines of ‘It’s Happening Again. And Won’t Turn Out Well,’   or very censorious observations on the flaws in Human Nature. 
This outlook resulted in one recent throwaway line ‘Call me Cassandra’ used in a response to another’s post and they took up the challenge. I could not leave well alone.

Rationale 
Whereas the name has its origins in the Greek Mythologies around events in Troy, I cannot, truly identify with this most unhappy young trojan prophetess or her life. That would be, when examining the detail, downright ridiculous and weird. My allusion is with the common modern assumption that the name is all to do with very ominous predictions which many might feel extreme. BUT also and more to the point the popular British newspaper journalist William Connor, who headed his column with this name.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Connor   

In this there is a certain amount, albeit presumptuous dignity.  

Conclusion
My blog will still remain though  
Writing Despite Computers and Programmes
For this seems to be a common missions statement for most Bloggers hereabouts.

File this under ‘Just Saying. That’s All’ 

Best wishes to you all.
Roger

Thank You Mr Shakespeare

Foreword :Wishing not to inflict upon any of my regular readers that face, there will be no pictures of Trump in this post.

Meanwhile onto the business at hand

Politics From CNBC

Trump sues Murdoch for $10 billion over WSJ story on Epstein birthday letter

“Key Points
  • President Donald Trump sued Rupert Murdoch for libel after his Wall Street Journal published an article saying Trump sent Jeffrey Epstein a “bawdy” letter for Epstein’s 50th birthday.
  • The Journal reported that the letter, allegedly sent in 2003, was among documents included in evidence assembled by federal criminal investigators as part of their probe of Epstein.
  • Trump and Epstein had been friends, but fell out years before Epstein was arrested on charges of child sex trafficking in 2019.”

Such a fuss over something that happened 22 years ago, and would normally be handed over to staff Spinners to formulate a carefully crafted statement which balances between apologetic, putting in perspective ‘of the time’ and a long character assassination of someone who can’t answer back. A brief neutral  but dignified mumble by the President. Then brush under the carpet and move on.

However thanks to Trump’s mammoth over reaction we can but refer to and adapt a line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet spoken by Queen Gertrude:

“The fellow doth protest too much, methinks”

The outburst and explosion is from the guy who after he had been found guilty of 34 counts involving hush money to a lady known as Stormy Daniels referred to her as a wack-job. Which in a post-trial atmosphere demonstrates a complete lack of dignity and maturity to a stunning degree. And we are left yet again with the notion that from Trump facts are what he decides they are and once more he can be as adolescently rude as he likes even when found out because he is so put-upon (boo-hoo)

In a flurry of outrage at having his world poked at yet again, he intends to do conflict with the Murdoch empire; itself hardly a champion of Liberal Democracy and Fair Play.

Thus to use another quote from The Bard, this time from Hamlet, Mercutio’s dying words:

“A plague o’ both your houses!”

It remains to say

Buy your popcorn now folks, there might be a rush on it.* (No, that wasn’t one of Shakespeare’s- he gets Italics)

Unless someone backs down, but whoever it is, their stock will fall (it Murdoch’s case- literally)

  • Being British I will of course have tea and a biscuit (or three)

A Real Man Speaks

Now here is a commentary from a person who is a true Man and defines who is and who is not. And asks some pertinent questions of us who think of ourselves as ‘Men’
My addition to the subject is….
Those who do not respect women are simply biological males and stunted mental development. (And this stage I could get very vulgar- but that would be poor taste)

Carry on with your good work ‘Kat’!

20th January 2025. A Most Infamous of Days (From Across The Water)

These will indeed be times which will test your own individual spirit. An era when everything you have believed in, worked for, held to be true, has been trampled on, mocked, derided and cast away for some 21st Century version of the biblical Golden Calf.

If ever your belief in Hope or Justice or a Theistic message will be subject to unimaginable strains it will be the years ahead.

Some will give up and withdraw into their own small, treasured domesticity. Understandable, but sadly there will be no refuge there. The forces which have been unleashed will not content with a lack of opposition, they will come to places of work, leisure, worship, even  homes and require attendance at their false altars.

Some small in number will seek satisfaction in acts of violence. A sterile act of angry desperation one which will have its own opposite reaction and therein lies disintegration.

Look first to yourselves therefore, into the deepest part of your spirit, your soul, your heart. Swear an oath unto yourself that you will not give up Hope. You will resist in the spirts of Compassion, Respect and Tolerance and never surrender.

   Bless you, The Real Patriots of The USA. The True Bearers of the Flame of Hope

One Small Whisper of Hope

Candle

News of Death of Innocents, Despair of Society, will it ever evolve  into a Compassionate, Tolerant and Respectful one. Watching self-appointed Billionaires trampling of Democracy while hypocritically claiming they are saving it, Nature sending a message that The World is not pleased with the way we Humanity are behaving. And so on and so on. You thought we might have learned by now, not try and deny Humanity ever did anything wrong.  

And thus it seems that a Night heavy with Toxic Fogs of Denial, Hate, Intolerance and Greed comes in upon the landscape.

I grow a bit weary with myself of falling into my Book of Revelation style of political and social prediction, and yet it is a hard habit to break in the light of the constant stream of news.  

Yet?

Do what we can, as we can, when we can, how we can, and best we can all in the names of Compassion, Tolerance and Respect to fortify the need to sweep away the toxicities which are plaguing our world. For there are many, and in various places. I should not be surprised and yet on FaceBook sites devoted to non-political comic strips become strident battlegrounds, like everyone has the proverbial itchy finger, in this case it being a typing one. Arguing, counter arguing over the slightest thing. While all the suffering goes on. No, it simply will not do anymore. 

‘It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness’ As the English translation of a Chinese proverb goes. I would love to comprehend just what has been missed in translation- still these word will do. A candle of Hope then. And Hope is best nurtured by actions, no matter how small or seemingly fleeting.

And I have a song for you too.

Lyrics:

Something you can’t hideSays you’re lonelyHidden deep insideOf you onlyIt’s there for you to seeTake a look and beBurn slowly the candle of life
 
Something there outsideSays we’re onlyIn the hands of timeFalling slowlyIt’s there for us to knowWith love that we can goBurn slowly the candle of life
 
So love everybodyAnd make them your friendSo love everybodyAnd make them your friend
 
Something you can’t hideSays you’re lonelyHidden deep insideOf you onlyIt’s there for you to seeTake a look and beBurn slowly the candle of life
 
Something there outsideSays we’re onlyIn the hands of timeFalling slowlyIt’s there for us to knowWith love that we can goBurn slowly the candle of life.
 
That’s all I have to say in this post. Anything will devalue the song.
 
Take care all of you. Never let go. Do what you can, as best you can, when you can, how you can. Just try to help keep the World in One Piece (Allegorical that is; the World can look after itself, it’s us who are conditional) 

Just Some Reflections On The Week Passed

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As usual over the past week there has been a great deal of news and depending where you live in this world, some events will appear more important than others, and the three I will write about might not understandably matter a jot to you, those closer, literally to your home being of far more importance. Just look upon this then as one person reflecting upon examples of Human reactions, motivations and of course follies. It’s another of those long ruminations though, and a bit convoluted. Bear with me here.

Brian Thompson CEO of United Healthcare
To be honest, chillingly honest maybe, I did not pay much attention to the initial headline, I was skipping quickly to another site, and this just registered as another killing in the USA, a commentary all of it own; the post could have stopped there couldn’t it? A reader could have drawn their own conclusions. Anyway on returning a couple days later the narrative became clearer. The CEO of a controversial but very large USA Healthcare Insurance and ‘provider’. It appears the company has a reputation for finding a way of rejecting or stalling claims.
What was not surprising but worrying nonetheless were the types of reactions. Very little obvious sympathy, much visceral grim humour in messages and one or two cartoons. A great deal of resentment had been building up and in one swift violent act a dam broke. The public reaction garnering its own media attention.
https://www.newyorker.com/news/the-lede/what-the-murder-of-the-unitedhealthcare-ceo-brian-thompson-means-to-america 
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cm2eeeep0npo

The president to be Trump once boasting about his popularity said he could shoot a person on 5th Avenue and not loose votes. It seems the shooter of Brian Thompson proved that could actually be a case. Yes, and the shooter.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cly2zwqqr1ro

An Ivy League graduate from a prominent Maryland family. Those are the facts to date. And why we are not surprised by this link?

https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/international/global-trends/why-thousands-are-supporting-luigi-mangione-the-suspect-in-unitedhealthcare-ceos-murder-and-fundraising-for-him/articleshow/116155704.cms?from=mdr
Those on the Right and outraged by the killing of a CEO should not be horrified, after all Daniel Perry was crowdfunded.
And here is the stark lesson. Just looking at those two examples in point, the USA. Hate and Prejudice those dire siblings are walking hand in hand. Kill someone who represents a subject of Hate and there will be support, approval, and in some corners encouragement for more of the same. What those supporters seem to miss is that they are encouraging the normalisation of such actions. You don’t like someone prominent or supporters of a movement you detest? Fine just take a gun, or household DIY implement or put together your own IED, you might get caught by The Law, but you’ll have a support base out there. You will not be alone. Even become a hero, no matter how unsettled and skewed your perceptions are. You might die and get martyr status. It’s all cool. Apparently. 

This is something that some of the extreme politicians and those thrice removed from the reality of ordinary life entrepreneurs have missed too. For years now, maybe since Obama’s election, the Anger has been building, and blindness to Rationality growing. The first warning eruption was of course in 2016, then 2021 and now in 2024. Anger fed on frustration, anger fed on triumphalism, anger fed on fear, anger feeding itself. On and on. Trump was nearly a casualty, thankfully not, he does not deserve to be mourned like some hero to the cause. Of course he did not learn the lesson, he continues to make inflammatory statements, adding fuel to the fire and there was Vivek Ramaswamy demonstrating a complete lack of understand how a nation works. Thus in the light of Thompson’s death it has to be asked ‘Who’s Next? Right, Liberal or Activist or Someone briefly in the media highlight?’. A shocking comment I know. Yet in a polarised nation with ‘that many’ guns, is it not valid one to worry about, fear. I do not believe the death of Brian Thompson was any good to anyone. Just spare a thought for his family. This time of year will never be the same for them again. Consequences? There are always consequences.

Anger, pent up, building up. So much rage, it would stifle any Christmas Truce.
You’d have to witnessed it close up, or been reading the runes to truly grasp the potential. 

Syria
(How it links to the above)
Only those who have been following the immensely complicated situation could have given a suggestion that the fall of the Assad regime was close at hand. For most of us the fall of Aleppo was the biggest news and one that would have raised an eyebrow. Thus when I read the newsfeeds on Sunday morning 7.30am UK time it was a shock.  
Now here is the qualified guilty secret. My first reaction was delight at how ridiculous some sections of the UK Left would be held up to account in the light of their previous history of a stance to be against any Western criticism of Assad and that included the courageous White Helmets
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Helmets_(Syrian_civil_war)

If you have been following my blogs you will know of my extreme dislike (putting in mildly) of those sections of the UK Left who come out immediately ‘The West’ (and Israel) does anything, but are or have been at best very muted about other outrages around the world. Even explaining how folk like Putin are justified. I will spare you any further of my outrage at this selective protesting, except to say it devalues any protests they do indulge it.

My problem on Sunday and Monday was containing that emotion. I knew somewhere it was wrong, because there were debates within the UK Left over that ‘selective’ approach in 2011-2015. It was necessary to keep on going over and over the number of militias, para-militaries and even small conventional armies which have growing up, and how just because one was claiming it had the bidding rights for government that was not the end of it. Damascus was not actually seized by the main runner, the Islamist HTS, taken advantage of their advances, the SNA (Syrian National Army) backed by Turkey, these days came up from its stronghold in the south and did a land-grab. Although both sides are now in a tentative slender alliance for the moment. It was necessary to remind myself that Libya and Iraq caste off brutal dictators, the former is still in a civil war and the latter still unsettled. No real cause to cheer.
And yet, and yet, for two days I was mentally mocking the most vocal of the history of the UK Left wing protests movements because I had deemed them to be at best simplistic and naïve and at worse prejudiced and willing saps for the more professionals. Talk about ‘Hate’ and losing perspective I had my own version of the debate on the killing of CEO Brian Thompson going on here. 
Thankfully there was the BBC World Service on hand to supply information from those who had worked on the various front lines, had been faced to face with the horrors and had risked their own lives…..Mind you that strategy had its own problems, because another bunch I have no time for are those who blindly criticise the BBC news outlets because it generally supplies the world news as it is and not how they would like it (It has it’s failings on UK national news, can be a bit tabloid at times), so I was muttering about them.

Summary- Thus Far
It is so easy isn’t it to fall into the reactive approach, to see the other side as blinkered, narrow minded, downright prejudiced and with no perception of Reality, particularly when in their own passions they act just as you expect (or is that…want?) them to. Well of course you are right to feel that way, just look at the way they carry on. 
There’s something wrong there, but there’s no satisfaction in admitting it, if they are opposition, then they deserve all you are saying about them, every single one of them.
I think? 
But I can say that because I am very broad minded in my condemnation, be they Right or Left. Or Cancel Culture, or Objecting to Cancel Culture. Or whatever.

Hate. Intolerance. Sneaky little blighters are they not?

There’s most certainly something wrong these days. Less tolerance. More polarisation. So easy to just hit the old keyboard, rattle away and press ‘send’ Just where is the dividing line between Honest Opposition or Justifiable Outrage and the simply urge to give way to the delicious thrill of ‘venting’ blind anger (Who me? Prejudiced? Most certainly not. It’s just that Some people….)

Oh yes there are those feeding off it all the time, growing rich and famous. Trouble is, they had better watch their back… Those who live by the sword, as it were

A Footnote, and a Warning To Some
We’ve all heard of trolls of course. Onerous, pathetic folk mostly. And yet in this frenetic social media world, high-profile world, some have figured out a way to make use of  Troll-anger by deliberately prodding them through triggering their intense dislike of anyone with a high and arguably self-congratulatory profile. Or if not Trolls, selecting the triggers which upset people. Check this, it’s called Rage-Baiting.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c4gp555xy5ro

Yes, I know, worrying isn’t it? There is one thing these trigger-merchants might have overlooked. They have high profiles, they are well-known to internet users and they are upsetting a lot of folk. They might want to pause as we come around in a very wide circle and they might wish to consider the fate of Brian Thompson. And the social reaction.

Conclusion

By now we should be in the season of Cheer, Goodwill and smiling a lot at strangers….At leastways that was how we felt it should have been. And yet now we are facing the consistently ugly side of Humanity (as advertised on TV and The Internet) how do we put the blood red genie back in the bottle?

A Suitable Horizon -November #BlogBattle- Cemetery

Cemetry

Foreword: Never waste a good World Build, I say. If you have read previous of my entries to Gary’s site then some names and places might seem familiar, all part one piece of Creation. Links to some other associated tales shown at the end of this one….

          The wind chilled and ceaseless whispered across the plane drawing up eddies of harsh small grained sands into waves which when catching anyone stung the skin and assailed eyes, nostrils and mouth. Only in the distance did there seem to be some promise of shelter, those tall, plain and blue grey hills. Surely they would have proper cover, rocks, caves, and things like that. Somewhere to hide from the harsh light of a cold sun.
          Here on the plane, there were only patches of stonework implanted and through the administrations of the constant wind at odd angles, some having given in and now lay flat.

          He could not recall how he had arrived here, so far from the lush green of his favoured country estate. The journey had started out with a simple afternoon stroll to give one an appetite before dinner. There were bits and pieces of memory of a sudden heavy downpour, confusing him in the noise and overwhelming deluge, amongst the slipping and slithering he had thought he was journeying back to his manse, somewhere though in the growing mud he had tumbled into a ditch, of great depth to end up here, standing, looking, feeling the sting of the sand. With no seeming option he stumbled to the hills.

          The stones being flat and of various curvatures indicated design, with very faint markings indicating script. At another more fortunate time he might have studied these, this however was no occasion for such indulgences. He stepped on.

          As he neared one particular tall stone, he saw, the unmistakeable sight of a booted foot, idly flipping back and forth, encouraged he took up his pace, drawing closer he could discern a soft singing although in an unfamiliar accent, thus the words unclear.
          ‘I say,’ he called out ‘I say,’
          The foot stopped and a woman peaked around the stone, her face albeit weather beaten and bearing some lines indicated a continuing fairness of features, bright blue eyes sparkling, strands of blonde hair paling with age wafting in the wind. She waved in a tiny lady-like manner. Tipping one finger to the battered brim of a functional hat.
          ‘Hey, y’all. Welcome,’
          And rose fully into view, absently dusting sand off of travel hardened clothing befitting, he thought, some person of the roads and byways.
          ‘Welcome?’ he quested, uncertain as to just what that boded. The place was hardly a domain to instil feelings of ease and comfort. And the woman’s continuing bright smile was giving him unease.
          ‘Yes,’ she drawled out the word, he detected a delight, his stomach lurched. ‘Now my manners. Introductions, Ah am Captain Arketre Beritt of the Imperial LifeGuard, an’ being semi-retired, on a detached duty workin’ with folks whose identities are somewhat elusive. Still, orders are orders, an’ they are affable enough, well to me that is. Ah’m here to expound the situation,’ she paused the smile taking on the hint of a leer ‘To clarify matters,’
          His response came out as mostly stammer but with a measure of bluster.
          ‘Just what do you mean? I demand clarification. Have I been kidnapped? You should know I am Lord Halbrodol, with connections at the Imperial Court. I have stood as one of the thirty Ceremonial Witnesses at the Emperor’s side as he proclaimed an Imperial Judgment. On no less than four occasions. Explain yourself,’
          ‘Halbrodol,’ was her response with fore finger and thumb bracketing chin and eyes fixed on an indeterminate point ‘Halbrodol,’ she repeated to herself adding ‘Should have asked earlier o’course,’ and quite deaf to his subsequent outbursts continued with a murmured internal discourse, ceasing with a stap of the fingers. ‘Of the House Gouner. Yeah that’s it. You and your cousin were riding around with Duke Vydrak at Seige of Pradelch, not doin’ much as Ah recall, just posing and sayin’ yes to folk in a higher rank,’ she squinted ‘An’ then a few years down the road you turned up thankfully late for the Battle of Yermetz , one of the strutters and poseurs, Ah had to punch one of them for bein’ disrespectful to my regiment. Yeah House Gouner, always snufflin’ about for profit or doing little or nothin’ for the folks on the land you owned or kept orderly for higher-ups,’ she tapped the brim of her hat ‘LifeGuard has files on the little scavengers like your family, just in case your started getting’ big ideas. But you folk never do. Do you? Part of the supports,’ she stopped, squinted at him again ‘What the High Holy y’all been splutterin’ an’ fussin’ about. An’t y’all realised yet, you’re less than the sand grains here abouts?’
          ‘Did you not hear what I said?’
          She threw back her head letting out a harsh bark of a laugh, enraged he lunged at her, she side stepped, tripping him up in the act, his head striking the stone she had been sitting behind, leaving him whimpering. She continued.
          ‘No Ah did not. Since you have not got the common sense to ask me the Whys, Hows and Wherefores what got you here, let me explain to you. Somewhere along the way you died, how Ah care not, or mebbe y’all got sucked up by forces, again Ah care not. And not you are here,’
          Her voice was cold, the flippant mockery gone and he had not noticed those lines on her face, the sort which when he had seen them on men at social gatherings he had distanced himself from the fellows. Nonetheless in this current circumstance of continuing confusion and doubt he could not still his voice.
          ‘I have done nothing wrong,’
          ‘Was waiting for that. As Ah see it the Ethereal and Afterlife get all mixed up, mah wife knows more about it. Anyways there’s heavy symbolism here, y’see the stones,’ she turned hand sweeping in one gesture ‘What do they remind you of then?’
          Having been introduced the possibility of death, prodded by question a stark, draining realisation came upon him.
          ‘Tomb Memorials,’
          ‘That’s right. Memorials to all those duties and responsibilities you shirked, forgot about or did not just think whether you had them,’ she gestured to the front of the stone, bidding him forwards; as much as he was already loathing her mocking or dismissively judgemental way, he could do naught but obey; here in this horrid place.
          At the front she was crouched, with gloved hand brushing away the thin smear of sand.
          ‘See? Peer deeper and y’ll make out the faintness of writing. Look here, the name of the village where everyone was drowned or caste out onto the cold winter’s road when the flood came along the river you were asked to have dredged. See here the list of the folk who suffered a famine in the subsequence for loss of stores. All while you were away partyin’ and entertainin’,’ one finger pointed at him ‘All on you. Come hither,’
          Despite his feeling this was not his fault he was drawn, as if a halter about his neck to a small stone and which she knelt and by one beckoning gesture pulled him closer until he was kneeling even closer.
          ‘You can’t see, but you can hear. Can’t y’? Small weeping sounds of orphans beaten, abused and taken as slaves, all within your jurisdiction. One you could not be bothered to look into. You just wrote off your officials had inspected and not taken bribes. Not even made the effort to take your own slice of the bribes. Signed off not bothering. You had princes to fawn before,’
          Thin cries and screams cut into his ears as small knives, his fists would not block them
          Unable to break the chain of judgment he was pulled to a broken memorial, jagged and pitted.
          ‘This bears witness small dispute between two communities over lands. Words lead to blows, which in turned to farm tools being used as weaponry, farms burnt, livestock and folk slain. The local sheriff asked for help, but you took advice to let it burn itself out and take hold of the land for your own,’
          The smell of burnt wood, roasted flesh mixed with more hideous sounds, at an urging to block his senses with the sands he crammed handfuls into his mouth, nose and ears, to no avail. All under the cold gaze of the captain.
          ‘That don’t work here lord. These sands are not as compliant as your past pleasures. All gone now,’
          ‘What could have I done,’ he pleaded sands burning into his bent knees ‘I was but a mere lord. I had no influence,’
          The captain leaned over the ruined tombstone, silhouetted against the sharp glare of the sun.
          ‘Y’all could have at least cared,’ she growled ‘You carried more abilities to take some actions, not like all those remembered here. They looked and hoped for some assistance,’ the coldness gave way to a growing anger ‘You might not have pressed them hard, directly exploited them, you might not have waged war on them or sold them to others. You did damn all though and by accounting of ledgers of Life, Misery and Death, that still puts you on the debit side. Doesn’t fit you into one of the Five Hells. Puts you here instead. In the place where you get to reflect. Take a look. A good look,’ 
          ‘A good look,’

          The words echoed, the images turned from letter to faces, questioning and gaunt, accusing and bitter tear stained, each sight a claw to his being. He cried out in pain and staggered back, tripped over a fallen stone, upon which lists of names in five columns marked the passing of many innocents, his face fell into hot, biting sand, the sun’s unrelenting heat upon his face. One piece of relief, her shadow over him.
          No relief from the voice though.
          ‘That’s all Ah have to tell you M’Lord. Welcome to your new home,’
          And she crouched by him again, a whisper like a blade.
          ‘Don’t try and spend your energies trying to get to those hills. They are a lot longer away than y’d guess. And anyway what lurks up there. They’s worse than being out here. It’s not so bad. Y’all not be alone. Once you get used to it, y’ll see shadows of folk like you wandering about their own patch of Retribution. Misery shared, apparently is a misery halved. Enough of you here abouts to minimise it to just a very bad itch or a running sore,’
          She roughly patted his back.

          He looked up.
          She was gone.
          And he?
          He hoped he would go insane, at some stage and lose his senses.

          ‘Hey Kitlin. Ah’m back,’
          Her tall dark haired wife embraced her, The Captain relished the comfort.
          ‘How was it darling Flaxi?’
          ‘Going’ there regular don’t make it easier. An’ Ah keep meeting these other folk about similar businesses. Like this dead hero, who now goes about helping goodly folk near death to go one way or another. It’s a crowded place beyond this world. Makes you appreciate what y’all have,’
          ‘Aye. Truly. But to cheerful things. I managed to master steak pie for supper. Mistress Whtly’s recipe. Wash your hands. Sit down and tell me all about it, and I’ll do the rationalising for you. I keep telling you there’s more to that Ethereal and Afterlives than we reckon,’
          ‘Rationalising Ah could do with. This tour of duty is makin’ me fret about Death,’
          A hand grasped hers and stroked it.
          ‘You, my love, care about ordinary folk. That goes a long way,’
               Beritt thought those words would be suitable for her tombstone memorial.

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When the Weight Falls On You (Pre and Post Election USA)

Lost

Following my previous post

A Spectre to be Exorcised (Communal Violence)- A Repeated from 2022

My good and dear Friend Jill nudged me into this based on the extract It may be too late to do anything about what might happen in the USA on and after the 5th of November 2024, and the subsequent ramifications across the world- for you are one of three largest and most globally influential nation states. Jill asked me to look into my ideas as to what that might entail.

Foreword
It has almost become a convention in the lesser books of Military History and certainly useful for the hero in many an action thriller to use the phrase ‘No Plan Survives Contact With The Enemy’. Whereas it may be getting stale in those contexts the meaning behind it remains a bleak warning as to Uncertainty.
The sentiments behind that phrase can be carried forward into a complete overhaul of the words into ‘No Action’s Full Consequences Can Be Predicted’. This can be carried into all manner of life choices- a rich theme for films and books as in the 1998 film ‘Sliding Doors’ , though when this moves into the area World Politics, the myriads of players and the variable circumstances the possibilities are numerous and more than a few ominous.
Sometimes these start with seemingly small local events – The Assassination of Archduke Ferdinand on 28th June 1914 was initially seen in diplomatic circles as a local event, a Hapsburg problem by the 28th July 1914 but a lighted match had been dropped in a tinder dry forest; World War One had started. Sometimes the event can be of the Last Straw type. The Invasion by Germany into Poland on the 1st September 1939 being an example. Others times to march to complete catastrophe is not inevitable such as The Cuban Missile Crisis of October 1962. While others lurk in the shadows of earlier histories: The Sykes-Picot agreement of 1916 between France and Britain was a plan to divide up the Ottoman Empire after World War One and avoid ‘unpleasantness’ between the two – it is a major factor in all Middle East conflicts post 1945.

The following is based on that premise, but I must stress there are no solid predictions here, that would be folly and conceit; herein are conjectures which may happen yet in turn have their own ramifications distant in the murk of International Politics and Internal Dynamics. The reason my writing it is to demonstrate that there is nothing ‘business as usual’ about this American Presidential Election of 2024, for whether a reader likes it or not what happens in the USA, a vast nation with large resources and a myriad of political and diplomatic links will have ramifications in the world as a whole. When large nations move, the rest of the world feels it. Yes, I know you Dear Reader did not ask for this. Circumstances, though.

21st Century and the USA
Currently the USA exists in a world beset by major and inescapable factors. The Russo- Ukrainian War; the replacement of Communist Revolutionary movements with the return of Aggressive forms of Islam as political-military factors; the revitalised China using both commerce and military forces as a means to ensure its continuation as a major power; the unavoidable fact that the Climate is altering due to Human activity. All set against a backdrop of Human unfocused dissatisfaction. In this, the USA to the outside once a seeming monolith able to navigate internal upheavals and yet remain dominant.

To proceed we must start from a base of a prediction that the USA has indeed become a place of communal violence. The mass shootings by disturbed individuals have been replaced by targeted violence through gun, bomb, IED and riots masked as demonstrations. Politicians, commentators, celebrities, campaigners of all stripes are amongst the casualties. This naturally has the following effects:


An extra pressure of resources of internal security forces and an uncertainty on the political loyalty of individuals.
An accelerated greater polarisation of politics at all levels.
A general diminution of confidence in the USA as a partner and in those competitors encouragement to take greater advantage of the situation.

It is in the latter of the three for the purpose of this post we need to focus.

Directly and open hostile groups or nations would be drawn to interfere in this. As examples Russia and its allies are already supporting the Right even a modest increase in support through finance or internet activity would be seen to pay dividends. Islamic groups or possibly Iran would do likewise by playing on the fears of native American Muslims, subject to hostility, an ideal time to plague ‘Great Satan’, though this would likely have another knock on effect into that Gulf State governments and Israel would enter the scene in a very complicated game. And of course where there is chaos and suffering Criminal Elements would seek to profit, the opportunities would be myriad, particularly as they could operate under the guise of a political affiliation.
In addition to the opportunism of direct intervention would be the temptation of other nations to take advantage of American distraction, weakening of abilities and lack of focus.
The survival of Ukraine in its current form would be the first. Should Russia prevail and bring the country to heel, the Baltic states, Finland and Scandinavian nations would be among the first, to take action along with smaller border nations such as Georgia and Moldavia. The rest of Europe would then face possibilities of uniting without the USA, or fracturing in pro and anti-Russian lines. Uncertainty not seen since the early days of the 1950s would return. The UK would likely experience an increase in drawing closer to Europe again, although the anti-American pro-Moscow forces would make a fuss.
Whereas China would prefer a certain amount of stability as it moves along a commercial path to world domination, a USA distracted would increase its desire to bring South East Asia and a large regions of the Pacific under its domination. Taiwan and Philippines being current targets of low key aggression, and Pacific island states soft power.
The USA in terms of material resources has little in the African Continent in the North, The Sahel and the Sub-Saharan nations. As France appears to be on twin paths of rejection and ejection a gradual redrawing is taking place. Russia’s return under the guise of Wagner private army. China’s persistence now with its Belt and Road Initiative. Islamic groupings based on local dissatisfactions. You could be forgiven for wondering if despite a great deal of effort by African nations that nothing changed since the 19th Century ‘Scramble for Africa’ then between Britain and France.
That most unhappy region The Middle East often a victim of US intervention, sometimes well-meaning brokerage would find it would be business as usual, with a US Right encouraging Israel to continue in its wars. However matters are far more complex than Israel vs Hamas / Hezbollah, behind this run struggles between Saudi Arabia and allied nations and Iran recently played out in Yemen. The permutations and possibilities here could fill a series of weekly posts that might make up double figures into the twenties and would then only scratch the surface.

And those are only a few examples. To elaborate on the theme of lack of US influence. Many situations are already running with scant attention by the players to what the USA thinks. There lies India and Pakistan’s continuous conflicts direct or by proxy. In Myanmar the internal struggles against the Military are practically supported by a Crowd Funding system, and far beneath the attention of the nearly the entire Western Activist / Protest movements never mind US policy. There are also myriad of struggles by minority communities through the world. Meanwhile aside from the forays by the main media, yes I am talking about the BBC here, who outside of the UN cares about Sudan? Look into any of those and you’ll get a general idea of what goes on outside of US main policy and how that could be extended if the USA continues to turn inwards on its polarising internal conflicts.

USA- Sorry Folks But It Is An Important Nation
It is a commonalty to find items around the net either blaming the USA for all the world’s ill, or from Americans in angst over how terrible their nation has been. If we take the unarguable fact that no nation or peoples in the long track of history ever have a clean record, then the USA takes its place. However whatever you care to throw at the USA, there will be parallels and far worse in the Past and in The Present. As far as International Politics and History are concerned no one gets a free pass.

This said, the USA being a very big nation, which in the aftermath of WWII was the one stable giant which inherited either by intent or more likely by default a world defining role. This makes that Nation also by default in the eyes of the world The Main Villain, irrespective of what others are up to. Britain, France and Spain to name a few went through it. China and Russia seem to have some undefinable quality never to completely decline and keep coming back, though for some reasons there are always folk willing to make excuses for them; without living within their borders that is. Nonetheless the USA has until recently maintained a solid role of ‘Being There’, a constant unified democracy (bear in mind that the latter word is a moveable and variable term). Take that away and the world becomes a very different place. Add on to that an unsettled and conflicted USA and other nations will see opportunities to ‘buy up bits on the cheap’ either in terms of land, businesses or members of the ruling classes. China and India could tell you a tale or too there. Nations no matter how big do decline.

Of course there is one final issue to consider, some large nations have not gone quietly, they have thrashed out trying to maintain their influence. A bedevilled and internally frustrated USA could well react very quickly and heavily if China did try and take Taiwan. One US government having a very bad day, might decide that Russia really has been getting thing too much its own way; the latter might come as a result of a purge of folk seen having had a history of being too friendly to Russia. When a nation becomes unstable, you cannot tell, which way anyone in government might go. Export the problem, either by design or default. The very big issue here being that very large arsenal of nuclear weapons. By some miracle the decline of the USSR did not result in new small nations playing with the weaponry. Luckily in the USA governors do not have access to nuclear codes. That said instability and a nuclear arsenal are a worrying combination.

Upon the Shoulders This Weighs

Therefore, by another default and most of you did not ask for this in any shape or form, but The World will be watching for the result of the Presidential Election with more than just a passing and deeply invested interest. There will be some holding of breaths, some sleepless nights, some pacing of floors, all depending on the time zone. We know from the last election there are folk some infused with toxic egos or a complete break with Reality who have lost any sense of maturity and responsibility and will over-react no matter what the result. The days of shrugging the shoulders and saying ‘Well it won’t be my fault when things go wrong’ or ‘That’s it. The country is done for! Where’s the remote? I’m gonna watch……..’ they are long gone.

It is too late to influence the result. That is now to be seen. What waits on the horizon is how to deal with the result, how to manage it and repair within the USA a return to stability and rationality. There is the challenge. For you, as an individual. The world waits.

Unfair isn’t it? You didn’t sign up for this. You have my sympathies. For we all bear some responsibility even in microscopic form for the ills of the World. It just so happens folk in the USA have been burdened with a larger piece than most.

Another In My Series of Mature In-depth Responses

Victorian writer

USA- Candidate Trump and his flock of devotees howling outrage at over stretched FEMA while folk in Florida suffer another hurricane.

UK– A government, rapidly and actually excessively proving my personal dictum ‘In Democracy prepared to be disappointed by your choice,’. With a Conservative Opposition Party in a hurry to vote as their leader either one person who adheres to the Foot in Mouth approach and another who insults the record of armed forces personnel (Familiar  to readers in the USA?)

France – A Nation which manages to be simultaneously Far Left and Far Right and determined not to have a workable government.

Europe– A place in which many have collectively forgotten the lessons of 1940-1945 and think ‘Let’s Give It One More Try’

Putin– A fellow popular with:
Russians: Because they have no choice.
Swathes of Central Africa: Because they never had a Russian empire over there – yet.
European Left: Because he is not American.
American Right: Because he isn’t liked by the Democrats.

Where Are or were: Mass protests movements over the horrors of Sudan; genocide of the Rohingya; Cultural Genocide of the Uyghur and other Turkic groups in China; In Iran the brutal sometimes fatal suppression of Women’s protests.

Conspiracy Theories: Adherence to a system where the simple explanation of error, human folly or events outside human control are replaced by complex, unlikely, impractical plans conducted by impossibly effective agencies. This has done more to the undermining of belief in government than any revolutionary organisation could dream of.

Well, that’s just a few – And it’s time again to modify Thomas Paine’ ageless statement ‘These Are Times Which Test Folks’ Souls’

Encountering all those above and also weary after a very busy few days, which involved telling woefully ill-formed folk why they should get the (redacted) of ‘this’ charity page and take their spiteful prejudiced remarks and…. (redacted) – well that was the basic sub-text.  I can only sum up my feelings on all of the above and their unconditional followers succinctly as:

Big Raspberry

Sometimes…it just gets you like that. Doesn’t it???