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UBUNTU I am because of who we all are.
Supporting the 2012 Olympic Legacy—I WILL be positive and endeavour to maintain the Olympians' love of life and its challenges
MALALA—a statement of the failure of religion:
religion that fails to pro-actively promote the absolute equality of male and female is fundamentally immoral and unfit for decent society.
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:26-28)
Diversity within unity and change over time is the reality of Creation. Peter Such, poet and writer (1943–)
Neither praise nor shoot the messenger: the message is all.


Peter Such

Peter Such

A view of Great Berkhamsted from Cooper's fields

Peter Such lives in Great Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England.
Formerly working in printing and publishing Peter Such is currently an occasional writer on diverse issues, as the mood takes him.
He has regularly put his views to the test of public opinion, which is how he twice ended up as mayor of his home town.
 He also stood for The Referendum Party in the UK General Election of 1997.

www.petersuch.org www.petersuch.com
Also on Twitter as Peewit2 (he doesn't take it seriously) and on Facebook as himself (Peter.Such.5)

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LAST PUBLISHED
Tuesday 17th April 2018 [mid after-noon]

APRIL 2018
ON THE EU, SEE MOVING ON

GENERAL AND COMMENTARY INDEX
THE EU QUESTION
and MOVING ON

NEVER FORGET
It was Labour and the Lib/Dems that denied us the political vote that turned commercial agreements on trade into political authoritarian diktat. As  Churchill said "Trust the British people". Labour refused to do so and the Tories took too long to get round to doing so. Neither presented a state of competent argument.
We would have had a perfectly harmonious relationship with the EU had France not panicked over the greater empire and commonwealth that we created, for which reason they denied us earlier entry and ensured the rationality and logic we would have brought was excluded from the EU's basic structure, leading them away from proper objectives.

 

Tuesday 17th April 2018
Yesterday I wrote "Corbyn has just made a complete and utter fool of himself." This after-noon the House of Commons agreed with me, Jeremy Corbyn opened a second emergency debate over Britain’s role in missile strikes on Syria’s suspected chemical weapons facilities. The results are in. The motion is passed 317 to 256—majority of 61. So Corbyn's desired outcome was not achieved.

Very unusual for me, my long case clock is about to go ding dong at 06:00. I'm up and at the laptop. A disturbed night with hot sweats and frustration at "being with it" too early in the morning but the dawn has broken and the day wakening ever more quickly. Not experienced this since camping with the school CCF on a beach somewhere, save for times when in transit to and from America! Rather exciting! Disappointing to hear of the chaos our own civil service has caused the "Windrush" generation. Our civil service seems to have gone completely bananas since the EU has been poking in its nose interfering with our established way of doing things. At which point I crash out for the day... damn!

Monday 16th April 2018
FACING REALITY
Corbyn has just made a complete and utter fool of himself. The precedent is unequivocal in the circumstances pertaining last Friday in which the PM was right to act as she did and the idea that she and any future PM should be restricted by a Parliamentary procedure is complete nonsense. The man is completely out of touch with reality. Hilary Benn has just made the same mistake!

Saturday 14th April 2018
COMING THROUGH
Despite various warning indicators it appears there is no cause for immediate alarm on my health. I had not commented on my Sjogren's Syndrome page since January and was pleasantly surprised at how much time had passed since I last felt it was appropriate to share my personal health experiences. Leading on from that, it would seem appropriate to share on this page that I am in the process of discussing with my immediate family my intentions as to what should take place, according to certain circumstances arising, with regard to my health treatment, should I be rendered non compos mentis. I recall my late sister's comment, in her closing message to her family, that she knew she was moving house but wasn't sure as to when. That is the problem with death, it is inevitable but the timing usually uncertain: that is no excuse for failing to address it. The age of maturity is the starting point. From that moment, the life ahead is under only one direction, yours, coping with one's own death is the inevitable consequence and ultimate responsibility of maturity.

I am pleased to say that it is not the sun shining through my window but my mood that beams forth today. I have emerged from a week or so of physical inertia, due to Sjögren's compounding a heart scare and so am naturally on an "up" without external prompting. It can still happen: reassuring! The joie de vivre coincides with my moan of religion always being behind society's needs rather than leading it. It is the 14th April, the mooted weekend at which Easter should be fixed. March and earlier April having, this year, proved such concepts for a moveable feast a complete nonsense.
     That is not to deny the past week has been very pleasant—I have been mostly at home and I have enjoyed what I have usually only experienced in mountain country, the mist swirling around, eddying in gentle changes of weights of air, as the sun occasionally thrusts through the odd beam, or even full shafts of light. I have found it very pleasant yet, perversely I am railing against Apple changes. I have just gone to "High Sierra" 10.13.4 the last upgrade I can manage without compromising my software if its developers will not upgrade their programs to 64bit working Having been at the forefront of the computer age, I am finding myself pressed with the continual notices of changes of procedures. The mail, yesterday, delivered a bulk of address/management changes in various people's operations. It is all becoming a great bore. Pouring my second cup of the morning and deciding I will have a second slice of toast, I have just opened the window, full. Lightly cool air is seeping into the room and the heating has cut out.

KEEPING THINGS--Never a problem, you never know when they might come in useful! I have just discovered why I keep a particular wire at one end of which is a plug which doesn't see to fit anything. Before setting out to buy a connector wire to fit an unusual socket I thought I would check through my bits and bobs and found what I was going to buy! Olympus voice recorder manual merely described it as "USB socket", unlike anything I had seen. Now they are variously classified: so much for conformity to meet the future! So much for keeping bits and bobs!

 

 

Wednesday 11th April 2018
CONTRASTS OF EMOTION
Can we deal with everything? No and certainly not adequately for each situation. Are we involved in everything? Yes, by being a part of the collective whole we have a duty to know what is going on around us and be aware of the effect we have on others, simply by our presence. Balance? That is the question, the minutiae with the cause célèbre. Extend one step further: the immediate home area, is what? Street, village/town, borough, county, national government? Within national government is a diversity of nationally based opinion formers promoting contrary viewpoints "ganging up" for a number quantity rather than a rational debate.
     What greets me this morning? The latest news is that "Ealing councillors voted unanimously to approve a “safe zone” to shield women from demonstrators at a centre run by the charity Marie Stopes." Root cause? Failure of religion to handle reality. Consistently, religion has denied the reality of its own beliefs: that Creation is a state of continual change, or that Creation is so complex it requires longer than priests can learn to understand and properly interpret. Moral values are better handled by open debate throughout the whole of society.
     Moral values arise again, in a burglary where the burglar was confronted by the house-owner and instead of immediately surrendering physically argues with the unarmed house owner with his screw driver and ends up dead.
     The situation is complex: self-defence within context is fully justifiable. There appears to have been inexperience in the initial arrest. There has been, of late the adoption of a foreign trait to leave tokens at the site of a tragedy when the proper/traditional place is the cemetery or crematorium. On this occasion the criminal's family decided to leave tributes outside the victim's house as if in deliberate defiance of their relative's criminal act, proclaiming his criminality and wilfully causing the victim even more distress. This is not rational and society has a duty to make a stand. One does not burgle. Being accosted in the commission of a criminal act one's duty is to immediately surrender to lawful authority. There are no ifs or buts, the outcome is simple.
     The United Nations last night had a condemnation of chemical assault lost through three resolutions being thwarted. Where, in modern society, lie moral values of universal application?

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday 8th April 2018
MOMENTARY BRILLIANCES
It is only a little while back that I wrote on my delight at re-visiting Hardy's Far from the Madding Crowd through the superb portrayal of the 1967 film version, re-awakening my excitement of Julie Christie in the principal female role, reawakening my regular acquaintance with Hardy country in my younger days. Today I repeated a similar experience with the modern film version of Emma, my delight here being the magnificent score by a woman composer, Rachel Portman, reminding me that at Classicfm the current Composer in Residence is another woman, Debbie Wiseman, whose work I first encountered through singer Hayley Westenra, not lately performing in the UK, although often heard on Classicfm.
     An interesting contrast. This morning I was in Waitrose and revelling in seeing its clientele in a new light: a prolonged misty day descending in rain but not dull but varying light greys that lit up the store. I quietly observed, children playing, their elders persistently determined in their independence and like the visitors at the memorial centre at Pitstone (model railways exhibition, yesterday) marvelled at the diversity of persons, wondering to what extent those faces represented the characters of the souls within, or how recognisable would be the souls directly of the friends I had met, now passed over.
     As the after-noon closed into evening, the BBC's Songs of Praise closed with that rousing hymn How Great Thou Art, another hymn created from a moment of inspiration. Its creator, Mr. Boberg was a Swedish pastor, editor, and member of the Swedish parliament. He was enjoying a nice walk when a  thunderstorm suddenly appeared out of no where. A severe wind began to blow. After the storm was over, Mr. Boberg looked out over the clear bay. He then heard a church bell in the distance and the words to How Great Thou Art begin to form in his heart... O Lord, my God, When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy hands hath made... . So, little isolated moments, caught upon the breeze of time combine to make an 'At Home' weekend seem as if I have been away. I saw my home through new eyes.

Thursday 5th April 2018 of Emma
NEW WORLD... or just New Eyes?
Or perhaps a new life, waking up to retirement? As an incidental and therefore so far unread I subscribed to a monthly magazine which accumulated the basics of building a small 00 gauge model railways layout. Now I find a series of web sites for people, mostly around my age and very serious modellers, as well as some "playing around" as I am, which give me wider insights into what I had not realised I had started. My childhood excitement did not extend beyond 0 gauge clockwork which could be quickly set up on the living room floor and just as quickly dismantled. My wider awareness came through a school friend whose garage loft was completely given over to an 00 gauge electric system but based on the early Hornby three line track of painted metal rather than the Triang or Peco two line tracks, each wheel bearing rail being electrified. The opportunities nowadays are incredible to simply but very realistically build as the mind soars, as did mine when my father sent me off to explore London and make sure I dropped in on Basset Lowke just down the road from Euston. That set me thinking of O gauge live steam up and down my grandfather's long garden.
      My mind and imagination ran riot but not my purse! I had no concept of the costs and even today I am flabbergasted at the amount of money people are willing to spend. I seem to have reached that stage I recall amongst my grandparents as a small child, expected costs of living had outgrown their concepts.
      Dawn breaks and suddenly one is in a new world, rather like an actor on a movie set, the same cast, props people but in a different room: just the way people describe death, "they are simply in another room", hence of course but for different reasons and in a different way, the BBC TV series "Waiting for God". I am certainly not waiting for God, rather miffed in that he seems so managerially inept in failing to provide me with a script but then what better script to have than blank paper? What greater stage on which to play than the universe and I have been contented with solely this little globe? Time? A continually changing prompter's roll as actors and cameras move from room to room to indulge a momentary interaction and then what... , an epilogue? Certainly no cue for Fade Lights, Cut. One wanders the set, viewing the accumulated clutter of a life and senses it would be a good idea to tidy up.
    In my recent excursions I discover a little history of which I had only been vaguely aware and relive some childhood more informatively. From Wikipedia I discover The brothers George and Joseph Lines made wooden toys in the Victorian era, their company being G & J Lines Ltd. George was a trained carpenter, while Joseph was more business focussed.[2] Joseph had four sons, three of whom formed Lines Bros Ltd soon after First World War. They were William, Walter and Arthur Lines. Three Lines making a triangle—hence Tri-ang [something I had not known]. Arthur's son, Richard Lines, was largely responsible for the Tri-ang Railways system. At the start of the Second World War, production of children's toys was deemed non-essential by the British Government. As a result, production facilities were converted to weapons manufacture, specifically the Sten Mk III submachine gun. Manufacture of toys resumed shortly after the war ended.


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It was Labour's socialism that determined acceptance of the EU's diktats without argument because it took away their accountability for what they knew the country would not accept. All that is happening now is the rational debate Labour were not capable of holding.

PARLIAMENTARY WORK AHEAD

Boundary clarification. How many seats and what preferred size of constituency population?

Proportional representation. Which system?

House of Lords? Should it be elected or appointed and upon what classification? Originally based on the realities of the day: Spiritual; Legal; Defence; land ownership; hereditary entitlement.

Today? Spiritual but across the faiths (define), including pure secularism/humanitarianism (all appointed/elected by their respective churches); Legal, as is; Political (variable by proven worth, such as past ministers or retired professional senior civil servants and limited party nominations); representatives of Capital, Financial Services, Labour (all either retired or active, appointed or elected by their respective accredited bodies); Education (ditto precedents stated); Health (ditto); Other?

The whole re-viewable by a statutory committee reporting with recommendations to parliament on a ten yearly basis to cover relevance of classifications in the then current world. Modus operandi as at present.

 
 
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