Sunday, February 26, 2006


I haven't been following the news much. The first time I turned on I had Costello speaking to that right wing think tank and re-kindling Pauline H's xenophobic flames. Since I already felt sick I didn't need much more for full blown nausea.

My sister rang to tell me about the young musician who was stabbed at Box Hill station. It is a long dark platform and we were standing there a few weeks back on our way to Upwey and she was really disturbed by the atmosphere.
She couldn't shake the feeling until we were well on our way and the carriage was full of sunlight and she had checked out who was in our carriage. It's usually me who's nervous about going into an area I don't know but she isn't except for this platform.

Today I'm not in pain, everything has gone back to being numb. This seems to be the cycle and it will no doubt be followed by the burning pain phase but not before I have the X-rays. Before I was told to get painkillers and whack it on the head, the only relief was to walk the house on two walking sticks until it eased enough to crawl back into bed. This was gibbering type pain and I know pain and there was no way I was making this pain my friend.

I've gone on about it and laughed when I got a bit better but never far from my mind are the people who deal with this on a daily basis. The ones who have no medication let alone a bed they can crawl into. I thought too of the others who rise above it and go off and do miraculous things with their life. It makes me feel selfish that I will get better and won't do miraculous things. But for every one person who makes it to the top of the painpit and who never gives in, there are a few thousand crawling around the bottom looking for an easier way up. Some never make it. I've cheated death quite a few times, come out the other side of a lot of pain, mostly due to a filthy sense of humour that sees the funny side of watching my body fall to pieces.

I never can forget that there are millions suffering because of the superiority of certain people, of all religions who think they know the secret of what is good for humankind. I'd like to see those people, in pain, hungry, terrified, with no shelter from death in all its shapes and forms. Let them make decisions in this alternate reality, for them, but the reality for so many men, women and children.

Having said that and meaning it, humour raises me up and I wish I could remember through the painkillers what brilliant announcement I made to the Jevohah's the other day that left them speechless and heading for the gate. It must have been good since they usually argue and I know I didn't swear. Why can't religions keep to themselves and stop annoying us who don't want it.


JD Allen said...

I don't think you are serious with that last question, are you? Recruiting is a large part of many religions. Especially Witnesses, Mormons, and many Protestant branches.

Any religions, really, must recruit or eventually fade away (Shakers, for instance, are disappearing. May be gone, for all I know.)

I try and show them as much courtesy as I wish to be shown in turn. Somebody said that, sometime, I think. If only they could take a hint that you are not in the mood, though, they would be much easier to deal with.

JahTeh said...

I've seen a great programme on the Shakers, they didn't believe in procreation but recruitment for their faith. Every thing they made and did was in keeping with their faith and is why Shaker furniture is still beautiful.

I finally figured out why the Brazos kept ringing bells, JD. The Brazos river valley is the best location to check debris from the Chicxulub impact event that's unaffected by backwash deposits. Gerthe Keller from Princeton has used cores from the Brazos to assert that the asteroid that hit was 300,000 years earlier than the K-T extinction of the dinosaurs and this year she's digging in Brazil, 7,800 kms south of the crater to match up the sediment data. If she does match the data, they'll have to look for another impact crater in the same general area. Her paper created quite a stir.

JD Allen said...

I didn't do it, I swear. It was two other guys that I don't even know.

Brownie said...

'Impact Crater' is a ripe blog title, as is 'Slightly Foxed' or 'Exit chased by a bear'.
Although I am always civil toward them, those Jevovo's should be iced.

JahTeh said...

Brownie, nice to see you've crawled out of that gold mine. My best story is the Mormon with apprentice Mormon who came up the drive as my small black dog hurtled round the corner. Big Mormon said to little Mormon, "Stand firm, it's God's test". The dog only stood 10 inches off the ground.

JD, in OZ we have electric blankets with duel controls.

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