The Brexit thing is pretty important. The Conservative Government, under Cameron, had the remarkable arrogance, for political mastery, to set up a referendum on leaving the EU or staying, knowing that everyone would vote to stay...but then they voted to Leave. Now, May, a 'remainer' has been tasked with organising the Exit. This is insane. Meanwhile, neither Cameron or May realised the impact of this on the Ireland issue...a Unified Ireland is the only requirement for Brexit to work well...but...that can't be permitted...can't be permitted, due to the same arrogance. Without a Unified Ireland, Brexit can't happen. The vote FOR Brexit was mostly about the growing real poverty of the UK people, whilst the wealth of the globalists and London ripped through the ceiling, thus creating and concreting a severe 21st Century class system of Wealth=Merit being Better than Democracy. Well, it isn't.

It dawned on me the other day, much like a massive enlightenment, like St Paul, in the Bible, being knocked off his Moto Guzzi Rosso Corso Le Mans motorbike by God on the road to the Milan Fashion Show, that I'm not very bright. Phew. After all these years, there's a hell of a lot that I'm not actually responsible for.

Any time I have a hard time at work, I think about the plight of Theresa May. Much like going to a Hospital Burns Unit and coming out thinking, Wow, I'm glad that's not happening to me!

Sometimes I wish that people would stop being so upset about being sad. Sadness is at least half the whole journey, and we all know that in our soul and in our boots. It makes as much sense as complaining about happiness, and how unfair it is when happiness happens to us. Unresolved grief, unresolved joy. Either defined by absence or by presence. Same thing. There ain't no cure for love. Neither joy or misery can be resolved whilst we are alive. There is no closure. No one is actually going about making inroads into changing what the human condition is or means, because we natively know what life is and means anyway, and we always have.

Having Fun with Foreigners. Recalling PARIS year 2000, 21 September, autumnal. I was wandering the streets of the 13th arrondissement dressed as a Parisian, black leather jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, good black shoes, scowl. I was approached by a middle aged American couple... he asked: "Excusez moi, monsieur, do you know how to get to Le Metro from here, from, um ici?" Response: "Err, ah! Anglais! je ne comprend pas, monsieur. Your wife is very, how you say, attractif. Does she want my cock? Le coq sportif...Oui? Non? Et tu? Err. Come with me." "Oh, no, no, thank you, Monsieur." My name is John, or Jean Artur. I'm an Australian. I travel the world. I try to help.

reflections at 65.2 years: I was one of the fortunate people in the world to see the Great Barrier Reef of Australia when it was beautiful.

It is remarkable just how we are connected. the Australian house/property market will continue to fall, simply because its rise over the years has been based on dodgy Chinese money coming in. With President Xie's strong pogrom on corruption, in tune with the Australia-China Free Trade Agreement, the money is being redirected. It works like this: Black Money, Chinese corruption money exists in its trillions. The Government is not opposed to this on any moral ground, but rather on what is best for the future of China. So the Chinese Govt's idea is this: Rather than invest your millions in the Sydney, Melbourne, Cairns property markets, etc, where, because of the Free Trade Agreement, your funds, and where they come from, will be able to be seriously monitored on a daily basis... why not invest your corrupt funds in the One Belt, One Road project linking China with Asia, Africa, and Europe, where the Chinese Government is happier for you to invest, and your returns will be higher and your life, and the lives of your children, will be far less problematic? What's wrong with having a happier and more profitable life?