Ships Passing

Been thinking of love again prompted by two things – briefly picking up vibes from a man with a fake name and fake profile photo. A mixed pleasure. I know almost nothing about him and we know how well that last strange relationship went!
 
The other was watching Michael again – though it was less them finding love and more Michael saying to Pansy ‘let’s go home’ that set me off.   
 
It’s a proper blessing liking myself, and my own company, as Facebook (and to a lesser extent, Twitter) create these instant but ultimately superficial ties. People unfriend, unfollow and even block for whatever subjective rhyme or reason – even if you have given them energy and attention. 
 
Both Twitter and Facebook – and probably Parler now – are live for the moment platforms. Some are addicted to having high follower numbers and regularly talk of their ‘real friendships’ made. Not sure I agree.
 
This past week there have been comments from those who never or rarely look back, not even at their schooldays. Then there are those, like me, who still know people from when we were small children. We still meet up from time to time or exchange the odd email.
 
Then again there are those who have parted company from long-term friends and even family because of politics or life changes like divorce or the death of parents.
 
Puts in perspective the ships passing nature of social media.
 

Prescriptive Walk Wednesday Thoughts

Wise El alphabet

Unusually, I slept very badly, not helped by having to get up early to pick up a prescription. But I was up and out by 09:30 and, despite the drizzle and the car needing a long run, I decided to walk. It’s been over a fortnight since I was last out and I have been getting a touch of cabin fever.

There was some stress at the thought of going into the chemist and being asked for my life history or whatever, but it was surprisingly quick and painless. In and out in minutes.

Popped into Sainsbury’s as walking to Rustington High Street in the drizzle was a madness too much. I definitely love the distances in supermarket queues – no trollies shoved into the backs of my legs by impatient shoppers, but yappers still hogged aisles yapping away.

There were half a handful of people wearing masks and gloves – so neurotic they even avoided glancing at anyone as if just making eye contact would make them instantly collapse with Covid.

Popped into The Lamb on my way back – not actually sure of the time – and the guy sitting on his own missed my joke (would I have to give a pint of blood and my inside leg measurement to come inside). No. And they have no app or anything apart from pre-booking for dinner.

Not yet open, so headed home.

I felt I had been out much longer, but it was less than two hours walking the 2 miles there, waiting and shopping and waiting again – then walking back. Not bad.

On the other hand, it is very gloomy out. Overcast and not cheery at all.

Getting a bit harsh with not accepting FBFs. No more ego-propping. Paradoxically, have been unfriended by some with massive egos who presumably did not get enough or any attention. Social media continues to be a very superficial level of friendship – which is fine, as long as I don’t forget that.

Meanwhile blabbermouth liberals are at last discovering that they too can be ‘cancelled’ for voicing opinions that other lefties do not like. Such a bunch of loathsome warts.

And, in other news, this is now the 3rd or 4th time a black female Twit has referred to me as ‘Karen’. Am guessing it is not going to just refer to ‘white women’ in this catchment but anyone who doesn’t sing from the BLM hymn book.

Watched The Alcasser Murders the other day and was reminded of the mad things I have done – like getting into a car with several men in the early hours after I had left a party and was walking back alone to my then residence in central London. They did say to me do you feel like being raped. And I replied ‘Not today, thanks’.

They then dropped me off outside the students’ rooms wishing me well.

Darker thoughts about global resets, racial divides, communism and Islam will have to wait for when I am less tired.

Is Starkey Racist?

In all honesty, I have no idea.

Based on the Grimes’ and other interviews, I would say he was not. What is in no doubt is that Dr David Starkey is short-tempered and seems inclined to be fierce with some who get their facts wrong. That he now has been careless with his own words should give him pause for thought.

But was he wrong?

Genocide and the slave trade would appear to be an oxymoron as money was paid for these poor souls. Meaning the buyer would want to get his or her money’s worth. Foul trade with millions dying, but – to me – not actual genocide in its given definition.

That interview had appalling acoustics and I turned it off the first time as it was difficult to hear him (not Grimes, whose sound recording was clear). Even on the second go, I missed the bit about ‘damn Blacks’.

Starkey, to me, sounded like he had enough of the seemingly endless nonsense from those Marxist BLMs trying to wipe out our cultural history.

I was and still am extremely angry about the destruction of this country’s history, warts and all so it is unsurprising really, for someone whose life’s work has been studying the history of this country.

Everyone whatever their race or ‘colour’ has moments of frustration and anger hitting out rashly, even without justification. I believe Starkey had some justification though in no way do I condone his words.

However, the same slapping down must also apply to the many – and I mean many – obnoxious (mostly women) from Black, Asian and Middle East backgrounds who continue to make appallingly racist remarks and are lauded and praised – by the very white people they are slagging off!

They get yet more paying gigs to spout yet more of their racist bile. Where is the fairness in that?

To repeat, every single person has at some time or another made eye-widening comments – including me – and also the people reading this as well. Not one person is immune from thinking or actually saying something that goes beyond the pale. (I bet that’s a racist term now!)

Context is everything – unless someone has a history of being troublesome, argumentative and just plain nasty. And I know of few of those who are usually the first ones to throw stones.