The First world Disease.

Isn’t it funny how that in this modern world we come to a point where starvation doesn’t seem to be the death of us as opposed to over eating. One has to ask if it is the quantity or the quality of our modern food or both that is the question. We obsess with this dilemma while on this earth we still have millions living in the conditions that one can only described as prehistoric.

Attention turned to the recent news and how over eating is now akin to child abuse. A mother in England is now being faced with loosing her 8 year old son over the fact that he is 90kg. The reporter did add that this was a 10kg loss since getting the warning that she was going to have the child taken off her because of his weight.

In her defense, she said that he would not eat anything else, referring to junk food. She also added that he had a mouth full of apple “one” and spat it out.

What a pile of crap!!!

To use the words of a good friend, “A kid weighting 90 kg isn’t going to starve any time soon”. What ever happened to the parenting skill of “eat your dinner or go to bed hungry?” It is not like rocket science or are we, as modern parents, scared of our children? Is the social acceptance of “let the child have their way or end up with a law suit form them” scaring people to give in to the desires and wants of children?

Or do we believe that we are too clever to follow the primitive devices that got us to this stage as the human race. That suddenly we have jumped to a new stage of evolution? Far be it for nature to provide when we have McDonalds, this form a race that believes that we could possibly travel to Mars and colonize it? I can just see now the establishment of an interstellar drive through. It also makes the Muppets right when they went on about “Pigs in Space”, only the “pigs” will be the obese astronauts.

Far be it for a simple mechanic like me to equate this to an engine. To run an engine properly you need good fuel, not too lean and not too rich. The balance is what is required.

Why Worry?

There are only two things in this life you need to worry about:

If you are going to succeed of if you are going to fail?

If you succeed there is nothing to worry about but if you fail there are only two things to worry about:

Are you well enough to try again or not?

If you are there is nothing to worry about but you are not then there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to get well or not?

If you get well there is nothing to worry about but if you don’t there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to live or die?

If you live there is nothing to worry about but if you don’t there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to heaven or hell?

If you go to heaven there is nothing to worry about but if you go to hell, you will be so busy greeting all your friends that you will not have time to worry.

So why worry?

Feelings of Invisibility

As I sit here I am reminded that I have to be the emotionless male. That I have no valid opinion of my own and that I am only useful as a sympathy dispenser. Again and again I bite my tongue to avoid the flack that will be hurled my way if I show myself as having an opinion. I am sick of pointless arguments that stem form me not agreeing with someone’s point of view. It just doesn’t seem to stop till they think I have converted to their opinion so I sit and do nothing. To stubborn to change my opinion, it remains locked in my head. There it circles and I hear the opposing views and the rebuttal argument is formulated but never evoked.

Sometimes I wish I was deaf so I could not hear the contradictions in the arguments presented. The host of the opposing opinion seems quite unaware that I am listening and have done all the time. They seem quite at ease in spilling their opinions thinking that they are in the company of one who agrees as there is no rebuttal forthcoming. But to me there seems no point in refuting a pointless argument. Why do I want to waste emotional resources on a battle that will only end in the acknowledgement to agree to disagree, at best? At worst I have exposed a personal view that I know will be held and used against me as a mud sling in some future argument.

Hence the “catch 22”, as a non remarkable male I am assumed to have no opinion or view of consequence. If I do, then it is deemed to be dangerous and worth of note to use against me later. If you try to speak though your actions they will be ignored, as that requires mental processes and the expenditure of thought on another. Far be it for me to cause a person to shed a thought in my direction.

Again I am a member of the silent masses. With no freakish ability to draw favor to myself I am doomed to walk in the unremarkable, joined by my fellow “unremarkables”. Who, though the exchange in glances, know the turmoil of the other but silently drift by. Isolated and divided in our common pain.

Someone Shut My Brain Off, Please!!!

Why is it we want what we cannot have? Have I offended some ancient god in a former life? My intentions started off so pure and sincerer. I didn’t want to fall for anyone and, by the same token, not want to hurt anyone.

I suppose that is the funny thing about me. I have been trained to keep my feelings suppressed. If I have one skill in this life that I excel at, that would be it. But the cost is endless nights of turmoil. I don’t sleep well. I have a back injury that helps with that but more so my brain. It just keeps ticking and will not let me rest. Though the diversion of thought does help with the pain, I end up reaching for something. I wish I knew what this elusive something was.

In not wanting to hurt people I found myself alone. Everything I ever owned I have earned and left no debt, well so I thought. I locked myself away form human contact for 5 years. The chore of meeting people was just so much to bear.

I wish I could use sex as a drug and have mindless consummation of lust as an escape. But that is not me. I have only ever done that with someone I have cared for. I have only ever indulged with someone that I love or think I love. And I know people’s perception of me as being so straight laced and ridged of character. If only they knew what lay beneath.

Like every human on this earth, I crave for that human contact. Not just in the cardinal but in the sensual as well. The feeling of a body near your’s, that is contented by the mere fact that you are there. But, then too there is the will to indulge in the cardinal and like I said before, I am a master at keeping my wants and desires suppressed.

Like I said I want what I cannot have. This I suppose is my first admission to being human too. So my mind scolds me. Why am I doing this? What are you thinking? Then the realization that I am just wanting my brain to see the reflection of the torment it puts me through. Was there a trigger to this or was it just time?

The tighter the grip I have on my thoughts the more slip though. I don’t want my brain playing with my wants and desires. I know I can’t have them so why want them? Why keep thinking there is something more when what is, is. I will never be the man I once was. I will never be able to do the things I once did. I am locked in this pathetic excuse for a body in a situation I cannot escape.

Breaking a back made me think I lost my manhood. I am starting to think it was that it did more than that. It threw me into a prison and the indignity of wearing an iron mask as well. I can’t even recognize me anymore. There are some glimmers of my former self but it is like trying to see your reflection in a shattered mirror.

Survival of the Hunter

This in some ways is a continuation of my last post but from a different perspective. I came across an article on a current affairs program tonight about an experimental project on segregating boys from girls in kindergarten. “six-year-olds are not being taught to be sensitive new age guys, but to be little blokes.”

The accompanying article online doesn’t go into much detail as in the report but the head mistress’s quote about the hunter gather instinct was omitted.

“the classroom itself has been specially designed with boys in mind.”

Would you not think that in a mans world it would have already been that way? That in order to get better learning form a male you have to make him regress to a more primitive form?

While at this stage only an experiment, I can see that future learning on making boys “Blokes” is going to have political correctness up in arms. Is this not a direct admission that gender is not just the only difference between the sexes? That male learning can be improved from an early age if boys are allowed to be boys and not have to be brain washed with the political correctness crap that is dished out on an ever expanding basis.

The ideal asexual being that right wing feminist groups would have us believe is the ideal is just a freak. There is no difference between their slimily and that of extreme communist nations that view a person in terms of being a production unit to the state first and have a gender second.

Now we find that, after eons of evolution, that the sexes are different in more ways than in just sexual function. Makes you wonder how slow we are to learn. Our active defiance of Darwin theory has led us to the fact that our species is the only one on the planet that refuses natural selection. We actively make an environment that harbors freaks and allows them to survive. One would not have a hard time comparing this to a virus in a health organism. The Organism that man has created plays host to this infection that will, enviably, kill it.

By countless amounts of scientific experiments we have learnt that there is a primitive base programming to all species that allow them to be born and give them a sense of function, all that seems to be lost in modern man and leads to confusion. The confession to the base hunter instinct reported by the head mistress in this case is a good example. It can be recognized that males still possess it and when suppressed for years does it not seem likely that it will manifest in later life. I may be drawing a long bow here but would it not seem plausible that this could be called mid life crisis?

Long live the hunter gatherer and may he prosper in a world that seem to want to sterilize him to be the asexual mutant. May he not lose his base instinct that is so often called on in times of crisis. May he stand tall in this world of freaks and be proud of the fact that he has embraced his base programming. Let him not fall to the abomination of defiance to natural selection and may he always be known as a man.

Shifting the Goal Posts

While listening on the radio, I happened across a conversation on golf. My personal opinions of the sport aside, the topic in question was about mixed competition. While the male presenter was all for the idea, a female feminist was against.

Hold the phone was my first instinct. Was this not what feminism was founded on? Wasn’t it a fundamental that a woman was in no way different to a man other than her genitalia?

I listened, dumbfounded, as the goal post had clearly shifted. Her argument was based on scientific evidence of how physiologically different the female was to a male, as if this was not evident by someone with functional eye site. My mind drifted to thoughts if breasts may inhibit a swing the same way it might a well endowed, excited, male. Or if thinking from above the groin would “effect” one’s centre of gravity.

These issues aside, her argument was that men and women could not compete on the same playing field because of these physiological differences. Yet her argument then turned when it came to prize monies. By my deduction, she was wanting the same prize for both genders when it could not be determined who “was the golfer” because they were not allowed to compete against each other. Platitudes like, “having your cake and eating it too came to mind”.

My solution is simple: combine the prize monies for having two competitions and let the golfers play against each other to determine who is the better golfer. This negates gender and focuses on the golfer.

What is my argument on this? Well if relate the attitude of this feminist to her cause, she has logically, in effect, negated her own argument. It is a bit like, Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. The ideal and cause was simple, “All animals are equal”, to have amendments made to the initial mantra, “All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others”. This Ideal substituted into the golfing argument is no different. That, male and female, golfers should be equal in value, regardless if they are equal on ability.

The argument on equality can also be summed up on this point too. Then you have to wonder if the battle for equality is not really a covert battle for supremacy. What a sad world where a race is divided into not just creed, and culture but sex as well. This would be the death of humanity if male and female were to be at permanent war with each other.

Mr. Cellophane

Why Mr. Cellophane? Well like most mere males in this world, this is a measure of most men’s existence. The myth that it is a man’s world is shattered with logical thought. While equal opportunity activists will claim that men have had the reins in their hands for far too long. I propose that they have been only looking at those at the top rung of the social structure. Anyone going to a shop knows that the premium products are always on display in the shop window. When entering you will find that the majority of the stock is common or a lower grade version. Argument on this I call “Perception V’s Reality”.

I am a simple man but have applied my simple thinking to this and may other topics. I am far too aware of main stream thinking and know that my conclusions are based on noting more supportive than real life experience. I am no scholar, but do believe that life is a learning experience. It may just be interesting to hear the thoughts based on these than some survey that is narrowed and designed to show a particular point of view.

To anyone that reads this I will say that I do like opposition of my views. If you are compelled to comment then feel free to do so. All I ask is that you structure your argument so I can see your way of thinking. I don’t pretend to a minute that it will convert my thoughts, but you never know. I do like to get a whole appreciation of a view even if I don’t agree.

That being said, I would like to say that this is hopefully the first on many posts and look forward to hearing form you on them. I am male and make no apology for my views being tainted to a male perspective. I can only see the world through my eyes and those are the views that I will share.