Happy Saint Patrick's day. An Irish Parable.The Parable of the Self Harmer from the Book of John in his letter from the Antipodes.

The Parable of the Self Harmer from the Book of John in his letter from the Antipodes.

It was, verily, some time back that Iain took up the holy rebel cause against the fascist monolithic Gillette Razor Blade Company.
For a while Schick seemed okay, but it was never a good razor, not good enough. Blood was spilled. And as for Baron Bic, he should have been executed as the true Nazi he was. Experimental surgery.
Iain spent a lot of time combing the 7-11 shelves all over Palestine, and the Olde and New Worlds, as a Testament, and for awhile found comfort in Wilkinson Sword...then it became knownst to him that Wilkinson had soldeth his own sword to Gillette and was thereafter subsumed into that unholy Evil succubus monopoly.
As a symbol of Eternal Resistance, Iain located his grand-father's Cut Throat Razor (whilst the meaning of the name was still somewhat unclear to him) and began a daily ritual of slashing his face to pieces with it and fixing pieces of toilet paper to his whole face, as in a cohesive wrap.
Iain is still out there, somewhere between Melbourne and Jerusalem, bleeding, and yet very clean shaven. You will knowest him when you see-eth him.
There be a lesson within this parable. The first cut is not necessarily the deepest.

I like the word 'disgruntled'. The way the word sounds is exactly the way it feels.

after yesterday's gruelling job interview rehashing old clinical events i tend to think that maybe my occasional profound social phobia may not in fact be due to an old PTSD witnessed trauma event when 9 but rather due to all the stuff that happened over that working lifetime caring for others. The social phobia has always pretty well related to not wanting to go to work...ah! understandable. A little insight, wow, after all these years. Whilst acknowledging the traumas one goes through when young is important, the ones that come later on can be pretty awful too. Cool. Insight. Anyway, off to a night shift soon. Damn. Maturity does not arise because of the years, it arises because of the damage.

Noting the head of a very very big private hospital empire in Australia has been cordially invited to come along and talk to the Federal Government about concerns regarding over-charging, but the fellow says he can't attend as he is busy.

New Conference, Federal (Liberal) Energy Minister announcing an Energy Policy in Adelaide without telling the South Australian Premier (Labor) about it...so the SA Premier turned up, and the two of them stood there next two each other noting that the other was a total failure, whilst sharing the same microphone. Most interesting thing that has happened in Australian Politics since 1975. Both in immaculate suits, both with a nodding head of support behind each of them as they basically ripped into each other, in gentlemanly ways...then following the fiasco, each, in their immaculate suits got into their limousines and drove away. Real Politics. Not happy families.

I think the best thing to do with the news is to enjoy it as the entertainment it is designed to be...but you don't have to go about believing in fiction just because fiction says its true. the thing is simply that you've got to work this stuff out for yourself. There is no guide and there is no reported truth, per se...start there, and go about the world. You will do well this way.. Be true.

The News? The Not-Fake News?Question it. Hardly any of it stands up to any scrutiny.Maybe the weather, but the rest is far more unreliable than even that. Always has been.