We’re entitled, absent special considerations, to feel and to express resentment when we are wronged. Indeed, you aren’t treating people as responsible for their acts if you don’t respond to them with the appropriate “reactive attitudes,” as the philosopher Peter Strawson called feelings like resentment. Your elder sisters, you note, grew up without the financial stability you enjoyed and experienced the kind of corporal punishment that was once the norm and that you were fortunately spared. Yet these historically commonplace circumstances aren’t known to turn people into devious schemers. So your resentment is merited. If your aim is simply, as we say, to get it off your chest, there’s no moral reason
When I was about 3 years old,my parents took us to a park in another town
It was very pretty.Then we went to the bus stop to go home.
.I sat in the front seat and I think my brothers were further back along with my parents
The bus drew up at the bottom of our street, and my dad was busy helping Mum
with the push chair and my sister
.I just sat where I was.I saw them all sstanding on the pavement
Suddenly just as the bus set off, they realised I was missing.I can remember seeing
Dad running after the bus .I felt no emotion.
At the next bus stop,Dad got on and took me back to the family
I can’t understand.Why did I not feel anxious? Did I want to get away
from them? Did they slap me in the park? It was very common then to beat little
children but I didn’t feel distressed
I will never know why I did this.And Mum and Dad have died.
I can’t remember much from that time.We had no car so we often went to Parks on Sundays
Moses was an Eruption I hear.So he had to be kept warm in a basket.
Then Foureyes daughter let him gloat down on the River Nile…till a bull rushed him
He was turned into a shrew and found God.. or God found him
But God would not let him find Galilee so he found Emilee ,Loelee and Phoeebilee instead.
He had many children such as Matthew,Hark,Look and Gone.They were all men and had more children with no wives. Adam did have Eve but who did Cain and Abel marry? Eve?
Is this what Freud never realized… men used to marry their mothers and later their daughters who were also their sisters,Crikey,what a blunder Blimey what is this Bible? Libel?
As we were taught in school Daniel lived with a lion and a lamb.I’m unsure if they had children…. it might explain a lot if they did.
And finally Solomon was very wise.It was easier then when there was no judge or jury to stop him cutting a baby in two… well, he was just pretending.
I say,the Shrews were very shrewd and clever.Like who told Adam and Eve what to do before Masters and Johnson wrote that book,Human Textual Despondency?
In any case Adam could not read.In fact they didn’t write either.And to think children here can write so young.Adam and Eve were a bit lacking but they have lots of family
Everybody on Earth… pity they are dead and can’t see us though God knows they’d be shocked if they saw our behaviour to our family
ate her topside with green peas,she gazed out of the front window where a police car was parked.They had gone to speak to her neighbours.Her neighbours had 23 dogs and a dead cat .all in the back garden for recreation and making holes in fences or other places When Mary had come home from the delightful dentist she had been attacked by 5 of the dogs on her own patio who were bored with their own garden so has made a hole in the fence as was their wont. She sat silentky her mind brooding about animals,and their force, as she ate the last roast potato and wondered if she had a pudding Suddenly a cold wind seemed to blow across the room as Annie her delightful neighbour had run in without closing the back door firmly Hello dear.Put the kettle on for me, Mary ordered Annie I am sorry,Annie said,I have lost weight but even so the kettle won’t fit me Why do you take things so literally,Mary asked? I am trying to be funny, Annie muttered indecisively, her blood red lipstick melting down her chin and dripping onto the floor Good grief, what a mess,Mary said.Hang on, your lips are bleeding I keep biting them,Annie revealed. Why? To stop myself screaming at those people with the dogs.What will you do? Her mascara from Mix Vector in dark brown began to melt and created streaks across her rose beige moisturising foundation from Bess of Arden Are you crying,Mary asked curiously I must be.I have tears in my eyes.I am over-identifing with your feelings. Empathy has its limits,Mary said sweetly>I phoned the police and they came here They were amazed he has 23 dogs.They have gone to see him. How can they afford to feed so many dogs? Oh,I feel faint,ring 999 In ran Dave the bisexual, transvestment paramedic all dressed in tartan Why are the police here, he asked anxiously It’s about the dogs attacking Mary. Shall I make some nice strong tea,Dave asked wisely Good idea, said Annie How is Emile taking this? I’ve sent him to my sister’s for a break,But I miss him Goodness me, what a terrible time you are having They all went into the lounge and sat down on the grey high backed armchairs Here is the tea,Dave cried as he put the tray down on a low table.Don’t let it go cold~ Shall I give them some cake, he asked Mary? Why not, she answered.See what you can find It is very hard if neighbours attack you,Why, I’ve even read about murders at times like this,Dave cried. Let’s see how it goes,Mary said quietly.They are not fools I hope you are right,Dave said wisely Rolling Stones never get mopped Evert cloud has a silver lining~ When glum ,keep mum Ah Amen
Doctor,I think my husband has something wrong with him. Thank God,I thought he was dead. Doctor,I have a pain in my groan. Oh,do stop moaning. Doctor,my head feels strange. Can’t you just laugh it off? Doctor,why don’t you do give examinations to your patients They have degrees already. Doctor,where is the receptionist? She’s at a reception. Doctor,you look worn out. I shall take two aspirin and see myself in the morning. Doctor,I feel ok today. I must find out for myself. Doctor,my husband is in the waiting room. I’ll feel him later. Doctor,I told the priest you were the worst doctor in town Well, how do the others do it? Doctor,I can’t sit here all day.I have to go to work. What is it you do? I train crocodiles to become vegetarian. How about men? No,they are very hard to train Doctor,you look pale. It’s my white blood. Doctor,what is my diagnosis? It’s all Greek to me.
I’ve found there are terms derived from Art than can be useful in altering our perceptions and maybe making us forget our woes and feel more at one with the world.The most common and underrated one is,
Most people are aware that when we look at a street or a row of trees we see them as differently shaped when we look at them from different positions.But we don’t see it can be used as a metaphor
I can imagine children think they are seeing a totally different place altogether
And furthermore to young children buildings are alive.Windows are eyes, the door is a mouth.So they seem to be looking at us. When we grow older we invest the world with less of our imagination.So a pavement cracked and marked is fascinating to a child but is ignored, not noticed as we adults rush ahead trying to get things done
I think it is worthwhile to try to regain some childish vision and see more intensively what is near us.And who.
When we are unhappy it is good to get out of our thoughts and put our eyes and ears at the service of what is not ourself.I sometimes watched ants running up tree trunks.I wondered what their life was like.I believe injured ants are carried back to the nest.Perhaps they have a group identity. See the brave grass growing in a crack in the road. In a way, the environment IS ourself when we are little and we play outside the front door .For me, it is the hills of my childhood that evoke a sense of identity, a me-ness in me. So to be a refugee or a displaced person must be very painful in more ways than we think. As well as literally moving about to alter our perspective, we can also change our minds by trying to imagine what the lives of other people are like. I find literature and novels especially are good for this.Great writers know more than psychologists.
So we can develop sympathy or empathy for others by reading.Many of us know a little Shakespeare and can identify with Hamlet or Macbeth, even King Lear.These works provide furniture for the mind. And what do iPhones provide or texting
Should we be worried that a book written in poorish prose like 50 shades of grey outsells the Bible? The stories of love, murder, savagery, mysticism are more interesting than these feeble writings read on Kindles as we commute to work. Sometimes pretending to be a lawyer and making a case out for something you personally disagree with is a way of learning to see more widely Because that really matters to everyone and not just the troubled or isolated
Those little words invented as we loved
Now have no other speaker but myself.
Lost, unique, the man so well beloved,
Those little words sprang from our fierce, sweet love-
In my own speech, these words no longer live
I cannot use our words, that loving wealth.
The chosen words invented as we loved
Now have no other listener but myself.
Oh, sweet my heart, let nature dissolve me. In her deep greens, I am allowed to be. While in the city politicians cry From my lips, I hear a solemn sigh. Oh, foolish world that foolish men can see.
What torment that we need society And cannot dwell like birds in winter trees. Or like the spider weaving webs defy. Release my heart, let nature dissolve me.
The rich are common in momentous fee. Unlike the insects and the fur-clad bee. For all of us, our end is sweetly nigh Enchanted as the dove that homewards flies. Be comfortless in notoriety, Oh, cease my heart, let deep green digest me
Why your vagina shrinks at menopause and what you can do about it [Don’t ask ]
How to handle things.[what sort ?}
Why or how your finger length reveals your gender [Surely easier just to look at the bosom/ chest?}
Which microwave to buy [Making unstated assumptions;some of us either have none or may have stolen one]
Why you need both metal and silicon whisks [ I thought it was breasts just for a moment; now there’s an idea]
Why you need to keep lots of frozen pasta in your kitchen [Try turning off the radiator first and checking the ovens]
Which six cookery books are the best? [Look up restaurants on your smartphone instead] I wonder how many this person has checked.I find ones written for catering colleges are better and cheaper.
Why you should never take a bath [I find a handbag is quite sufficient].
How to entertain at home. [Fall out of bed?]
How to keep your husband happy [Freeze him?]
Why you should never forget your wedding anniversary [Am I married?]
How to have the best number of children [ Yes, it’s all under our total control]
How to keep your teeth super clean [Stop eating and die?]
Are you bored of sex? [No,I’m bored of London]
How to cure loneliness. [Buy a microwave and some cookery books]
How to get your bounce back [Buy a dunlopillo mattress?]
The owl can see with wide and narrow view Focuses both poets and artists knew. The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place Where details and designs can have their space.
What God endowed the owl with such excess; When all her progeny enjoy such bliss? I think, where is the snake with frightening hiss? What startling accident created this?
Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat. No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet. What God could make an Eden this deceit; Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat
So God himself destroys to fill his leisure; Such fearsome revelations show his measure
My polyester trench coat looks real swell But inside it, I feel as hot as hell. And when the storm hit, I found out It is no raincoat, I have no more doubts.
Which of us desires to dress for war? This is what the trench coat was made for. British soldiers on the battlefields Died in mud locked trenches for what yield?
Do we want to know the Middle East Was divided by the “conquerors ” at their feast France and Britain split the old Empire We see from that the rise of Herr Hitler.
The war to end all wars is on stage yet. Go hang these trench coats round the scapegoat’s neck
“Everybody was saying we must have more leisure. Now they are complaining they are unemployed” (during the 1981 recession).
“You are a woman, aren’t you?” (in Kenya after accepting a small gift from a local woman).
“If you stay here much longer you’ll all be slitty-eyed” (to a group of British students during a royal visit to China).
“You can’t have been here that long, you haven’t got pot belly” (to a Briton he met in Hungary).
“Aren’t most of you descended from pirates?” (to a wealthy islander in the Cayman Islands).
“How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test” (to a Scottish driving instructor).
“It looks as if it was put in by an Indian” (referring to an old-fashioned fuse box in a factory near Edinburgh).
“Still throwing spears?” (question put to an Aboriginal Australian during a visit).
“There’s a lot of your family in tonight” (after looking at the name badge of businessman Atul Patel at a Palace reception for British Indians).
“The Philippines must be half-empty as you’re all here running the NHS” (on meeting a Filipino nurse at Luton and Dunstable Hospital).
Prince Philip to European aristocracy is what Donald Trump is to American liberal democracy: an embarrassment – the men who flaunt the ugly truth from under the thin veneer of their bourgeois etiquette.
There are other even more remarkable gems that the BBC has of course not listed but others have. But these should suffice.
Priceless racism BBC’s transparent attempt at whitewashing notwithstanding, Prince Philip’s racism is actually quite priceless because it comes so naturally to him. He is not faking it. He is not trying to offend anyone. He is offensive. This is he. This is who he is – and the long panoply of his racist, sexist, elitist, misogynistic, class-privileged and unhinged prejudices is a mobile museum of European bigotry on display.
The Duke of Edinburgh has done the world an extraordinary service by being who he is, by staging generous servings of his bigoted disposition and he is retiring happily with having catalogued all or at least most of his priceless inventory for posterity to read and learn.
Our dearly beloved Duke of Edinburgh is blissfully old. He has lived a long, rich, and fulfilling life – and may he live the rest of his racist days with the dignity and poise that he has denied others. His xenophobic bigotry is pure, his sense of class entitlement undiluted, unencumbered, uncensored, liberated from any inkling of bourgeois inhibitions. He does not mean to be offensive. He just is. He is a walking embodiment of every layered lava of European racism summed up inside one royal head.
Today people of the privileged class have learned how to camouflage their racism in varied codes and convoluted bourgeois euphemism. The kind of bigotry that Prince Philip exudes and stages is now considered rude and vulgar, old-fashioned and outmoded, presumed classed and pointed at the lower social strata. The precious advantage of Prince Philip is that he is a royal from the heart of British (and European) aristocracy. He tells it as he sees it fit.
In our double bed, mi dad had died
Mammy slept w’t baby, a release
Now I slept, mi sister by mi side
A wooden frame, flock mattress where I lied
Making up long stories for mi sis. In the double bed, owa dad had died
Up the stairs, we smelled the bacon fried
All the food was cloaked with grief and grease And I slept mi sister by mi side
I was trapped by guilt don’t you deride
I disobeyed mi daddy, now deceased In the double bed, he thought to die
He punished me, I never even cried
We had no phone to send for the police Did I sleep mi sister by mi side?
He wore a green tweed jacket and a tie
While his overalls dried hanging underline
In our double bed where daddy died
We kids both slept, my sister, oh my child
I Know That My Vindicator Lives: Job 19:1, 23-27
A reading from the book of Job
Then Job answered and said: Oh, would that my words were written down! Would that they were inscribed in a record: that with an iron chisel and with lead they were cut in the rock forever! But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives, and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust; whom I myself shall see: my own eyes, not another’s, shall behold him, and from my flesh I shall see God; my inmost being is consumed with longing
I was angry with myself…I had been committing effrontery.
Do you mean adultery?Your main problem seems to be bad language.
No,Father I never say” Fuck”
You just did.
Well I had to do.I had no choice!
That’s what they all say…if only I heard some original sin I’d find life more interesting.
Well,it’s hard to think of anything original to do especially if it has to be a sin too.
You are just not using your creativity.
All right Father,Put your hands up.i’ve got a gun.
Where did you find that?
In my wife’s handbag.
Now we are getting somewhere.. that’s threatening a priest,interfering in your wife’s privacy and stealing a gun.Any other sins?
I could shoot you,I suppose.
No.no!That is going too far.
Shall I slap you?
No… just say something rude to me.
Your sermons are the most boring I have ever heard.
Well,that’s enough…I’ve never been so insulted in my life.
You have been very lucky then… you should hear what people say to me!
Well,you are both ugly and unintelligent.I don’t know how you had the nerve to marry.
I had no choice.She forced me.But I gave in quickly in case she changed her mind.
And you have seven children.
No, they are not all mine,And they are Jewish.
How can they be Jewish.
My wife is Jewish!
I thought she was just a lapsed Catholic.
No,she’s Jewish but not even an arranged marriage could be arranged for her so she used her imagination and decided an overweight ugly Catholic would be grateful for her love,
And are you grateful?
Yes, and so are all her lovers!
Who are they?
The curate is one of them and has two children .. they look just like him too.
And does she want them raised as Jews?
She just let’s them rise naturally and go with the flow.
Do they have to wear hats?
Only in the Synagogue!
Are you Jewish too.
Yes,it’s quite handy as we have Sabbath on Saturday and then we have Sunday on Sunday if you see what I mean.
I never met anyone who practised two religions before.;
Well,I figured it would double my chance of salvation!
Well. I must speak to the Rabbi.For your penance you must give £50 to Homeless at Xmas.
Am I absolved.
If you stay any longer you’ll be dissolved!
Thank you,Father.
And take that gun away. The police station will take it from you
I didn’t know the police were armed in this country.
My husband has a rubber face, A subspecies of the human race. Some men have faces fixed and set; My husband’s face is not like that.
He imitates our politicians, Just like Rory Bremner can. Though he has no wig or hair piece, He can look like anyone
.Some nights I waken for I am laughing While I am quite sound asleep. I am dreaming of his mobile features, Contorted to a different shape
.He is skilled at telling jokes. And he loves a good cartoon. If I am feeling flu type blueness he can get me up again
.He has a rather noble visage. He gets attention he abhors. In the bar on King’s Cross Station— I was asked was he a Lord!He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour. He’s a Lord at Listening Well. He’s unique, but so are you, And all creatures that on earth do dwell
How my heart speaks 