Life and death go on of course, my post yesterday notwithstanding. I’ll be posting less, I guess, and leveraging time and effort by recycling third party output I deem worth airing. Steel city post, August 4 Those who wrote trade deals to profit … Read More »
I wrote seven days ago, apropos the fall of the Middle East’s last Ba’athist government, that as Palestinian resistance is weakened by the cutting off of arms flows to Hezbollah, so too is Iran – its desired fall the crown … Read More »
I thought the Green Party “Defence” Minister of Germany’s ruling coalition a singularly stupid warmonger till I discovered Smirnoff vodka. It turns out she’s all the while been playing a brilliant 5-D chess game, only now delivering fool’s mate in … Read More »
I’ve noted from time to time the credulity – I’m being kind here – with which corporate media journalists play their clueless part – there I go again – in relaying Washington’s talking points. I have in mind today the … Read More »
The biosphere is dying, and we are hurtling toward nuclear war, and it is so very, very heartbreaking, and yet even in the midst of that heartbreak nature shines as majestically as ever, and some moments all you can do … Read More »
This morning I read two short pieces before I’d even had coffee. The first, in the Daily Express – Londoner speaks out after stunning Just Stop Oil zealot into silence with ingenious offer – opened with this: A London commuter … Read More »
The Express today: I’ll get back to that story but bear with me. It’ll take me the rest of this post to do so. * I don’t know Gail Bradbrook from Eve, and likely never will. Nor am I in … Read More »
I don’t much write about capitalism’s trashing of planet earth, and when I do it’s usually in the context of more general assessments of the life-negating fallout from its non-negotiable and truly totalitarian prioritising of profits over every other consideration. … Read More »
This morning I stood in our back garden with not a stitch on. Not that I’m an exhibitionist, mind. This would be a few minutes before three and, other than the light cast by a waning moon, quite dark. All … Read More »
“Let us not speak falsely now”, said the joker to the thief in the song penned by Bob Dylan and immortalised by Jimi Hendrix. “The hour is getting late.” Too late, to be sure, to mince words with those who … Read More »