Anton's Ideas

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/newspaper/”>Newspaper</a&gt;

A NEWSPAPER PEOPLE USED TO READ

On a good day it had reported, in type face tall,

The rise of dictators, and equally often the fall

Of tyrants, cruel rulers and abusers of nations,

Exposed in their paroxysmal atrial fibrillations.

Now we live in sad days, hardly any news at all,

Its columns, dry and useless as old leaves in fall.

Full of meaningless words to amuse its readers

Who cannot distinguish them from lofty leaders

So carefully crafted by a younger editorial staff,

Turgid ‘new’ reflections that make old men laugh

At the ignorance of youth and the paper’s demise,

Today no longer newsworthy to young or old eyes.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/street/”>Street</a&gt;

WISCONSIN BEWARE

The voters in the Wisconsin primaries today may have forgotten that the worst man ever to represent them was  Joseph McCarthy. But most importantly they should remember that he represented everything that was disliked in a politician. He changed parties, or supported nobody really except himself.

He had blatant and open contempt for the first amendment, the right of free speech.

He picked on homosexuals because he did not like them and gave false testimony against any who served in the government.

He was held in contempt by most of the world and was greatly disliked by both Presidents during his successful years as a communist witch hunter.

He had no problem in correcting himself whenever he made public speeches and regularly altered the text of his pronouncements to journalists and even the President himself.

He never tried to support any accusations or opinions with checkable facts and accused his country of being un-American.

This remind you of anyone? I mean today it ought to!

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/window/”>Window</a&gt;

The prompt word today being ‘window’ what better than a look out the window at our world?

IS THIS REALLY THE ONLY WORLD I CAN SEE?

Hello again. I am struggling at the moment to come to terms with the farce that has become US politics, Britain’s insanity in contemplating leaving Europe and the Islamic world’s resurgence wherever post cold war countries have let it. And I do not just mean former communist countries but all the powers that opposed them in the cold war. Well for all the people concerned I think I’ll update a blog of more than two years ago as it seems even more apposite now than it did before the so called Arab Spring. Too many have just sprung sideways as they flee war, terror and persecution. Just a few things to think about for my readers, as thinking is not my strong point at the moment.

We are now well into 2016 and marking the centenary year of the full horror of the first world war. It must have been very worrying a century ago today to be looking forward to another year in which most people in the Western world feared the conflict between Germany and Britain, if not more countries, would continue for much longer than expected. Here we had been living safe in the belief that the power of the British Empire would soon crush any military threat from Kaiser Bill. We were invincible in those days, or so we believed, and could see no further into the future in 1914 than a week or so ahead, because the world was not going to change and we ran it. What lessons have we learned since then?

To start with, we forgot that our power and wealth were based on the money we had accrued from our great days of industrial invention which spanned the century from 1770 to 1870. From then on, approximately, we were living off the wealth which our lead in the means and the source of everything we needed to maintain our place as top nation were dependent. This included owning our colonies and sitting back and enjoying the fruits of our forefathers’ labours there. The Germans, on the other hand, had spent the whole of the previous 100 years from Waterloo in 1815 to the start of 1914 in gaining supremacy in continental Europe, where only the French could keep up with them, and again only because of their colonial possessions . The Franco-Prussian war of 1870 to 1871 should have told us to stamp on the German threat then. But as most of our rulers had German relations we had neither the interest nor the inclination to do this. When the United states produced the first working aeroplane at the turn of the century the whole world should have seen that the New World was about to become the new Top Nation. But those who did just sat back, again, and lived comfortably off what they had. It was obvious to a blind man that the balance of power was shifting, but those who could have made sure this balance was carefully monitored, and controlled for the good of everyone, did nothing. And then there was another element that effectively changed the world in the last half of the nineteenth century.

Industrial wealth, and colonial exploitation of sources of wealth, were only made possible by the use of very poorly paid workers or slave labourers. Two works which changed the world’s approach to the poor appeared in the 1850’s and 1890’s. The first, Das Kapital, by Karl Marx, advocated a complete change in the world order and the levelling of all social orders under what came to be known as Communism. But this was a doctrine opposed to the personal possession of money, or almost any kind of property, and thus also was against any religious teachings which allowed people to hold what they had. The great encyclical of Pope Leo XIII in 1891, Rerurm Novarum, (concerning the new order of things) laid down for the whole world the first sensible rules governing the rights of workers and their duties to their employers. But most importantly it stressed the duties of those employers to treat their workers humanely and pay them a negotiated living wage. This idea that a trade union need not be anti-capitalist, but on the contrary a tool for making capitalism work better for the good of all, ultimately became the central idea of all political parties which used the word liberal in their names. But it took a war which killed millions of working men, but very few rich employers, to awaken the average citizens of all countries to the plight of workers globally.

Unfortunately it also stigmatised the people who owned and controlled the means of workers’ earning their living, and the ignoring of the significance of this fact by too many governments for too long led to the second world war. This was basically revenge against the Germans for their fascist attempt to regain self respect through blindly and cruelly following a mad man. The shambles that was Europe after this led, in turn, to forty five years of dreadful Communist oppression in Asia and Eastern Europe from 1945 to 1990. If a Tory government had been returned to power in Britain in 1945, instead of a Labour Party with a huge chip on its shoulder and no concept whatever of world affairs, it is most probable that Communism would never have been allowed to survive in Eastern Europe, and possibly even China. We have come to understand our mistakes then, but do we understand today’s world?

A very different world map confronts us to that of 1914. Oil rich Islam controls the majority of the world’s wealth, and for the same reason as we and the United States did 100 years ago. The ethos behind its method of ruling the countries it controls does not allow for the inhabitants to have a say in what is or is not right concerning how the ordinary citizens conduct their own lives. We did this in Asia, Africa and the West Indies especially, but today we do it nowhere. Islam has another 623 years to go to catch up with our concept of democratic government; we can only hope that it will not take this long for it to change its ways. If it does not I greatly fear that the third world war will be between Muslims and the rest of the Industrial countries. Let’s hope Trump is never in a position of power to confront that situation because he would nuke the world out of existence.

But personally I suffer from terminal optimism and do not believe that the average Muslim would let this happen. What I can see in the short term, however, is that the economic wealth which the world creates collectively is insufficient to allow all its inhabitants to live the type of luxury led lives currently enjoyed by many in the West. We all have to be patient, be content to settle for a lot less than we would ideally like, and above all be kind and helpful to each other with the ‘haves’ unselfishly giving all they can manage to support the ‘have nots’. Even if I will not be around to see whether I am right or not, I still fervently hope I can eternally pray for it.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fleeting/”>Fleeting</a&gt;

ONCE YOU READ ME, NOW YOU WON’T

I was tempted to title this ‘the last post’, but only for a fleeting moment. I’m never that pessimistic! A very apposite title for this blog prompt though. My visits to WordPress have recently been very ‘fleeting’ and so I feel I owe all my readers and friends an explanation. Here it is. As you may know, a couple of months ago I had my fifth stroke, my cancer has once again become aggressive, my spinal fusion has partially paralysed one leg and this, added to three other critical illnesses from which I suffer, has made my doctors rather gloomy. Ergo I have been unable to produce much original work lately and, worse, it now seems that this will continue to be the case for quite a while.

I can make the odd comment on your posts, but have been told it could be another six months, if at all, before I can contribute anything of substance myself. Nevertheless I am able to continue editing two books which are lying round, almost finished, and finishing a spiritual autobiography which I have been putting off for some time. I may yet post that (Posthumously??). Meanwhile, perhaps the odd short verse to amuse, but not much else. If Trump goes any further, however, it may well rouse me to make it a last trump for both of us.

But for those of you with humour and imagination,  you’ll be glad to know I can play some music with six fingers, but it is so frustrating I’ve been told it’s bad for me! Anyway, what would be very welcome would be something like this.,

a kindly thought to me from you

and maybe even a prayer or two,

only, of course, from those who do.

but if you find it very hard to pray,

please say twice as many, anyway,

for, after all, one may work one day!

Love you all

Anton.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/divide/”>Divide</a&gt;

Well I had to get better by super Tuesday even though typing with only four fingers!

CLUBS ARE TRUMPS’ DIAMONDS ARE HILARY’S

So now we know the new President. The first women to call the oval office her own. Okay, Bernie may run alongside for a while but she’s made it. And won’t it be a wonderful pair of of firsts! She’ll be the first female President of the US and Bill will be the first First Gentleman. Yeah he’s been president, but never top man. But hang on, why am I assuming everything is done and dusted eight months before the nation votes? It’s obvious.

I have no idea why the US has such an insane method of nominating candidates, but when Donald gets past the number of delegates he needs  they have to follow him through the nomination process. Surely the GOP realises that he hasn’t a hope in hell of winning a popular vote against anyone because he is ignorant, brain dead, big mouthed and unpleasant. On top of that his own party don’t like him and don’t want him. The tragedy is he hasn’t got the charisma of a Kennedy so nobody can be bothered to assassinate him.

I have been covering US elections since Stevenson and Eisenhower first had a go at each other in 1952 and this is by far the easiest campaign to wrap up so early. The unelectable  will retire to his golf clubs while the only politician with any domestic and foreign policy experience will walk into the White House with diamonds round her neck. I was looking forward to a fun election year, too. Oh well at least my beloved Broncos won the super bowl. If the Pirates win the World Series it could yet be my greatest American year.

But going back to 1950 – I may only have been ten years old but was writing European reaction pieces on the merits of the candidates as UPI was rather pushed for informed comment over here in those days – I know one thing. I never thought that in my lifetime I would see first a catholic President, then a coloured one and finally a lady. The Saturday Evening post had only prepared me for Norman Rockwell’s images of life over the water!

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/alma-mater/”>Alma Mater</a>

just to show I’m still here I thought you’d like a couple of jokes.

TWO FUNNY STORIES

1. Best dumb blonde story ever.

There were two pretty  young blonde  girls working for the council. The first one went down the grass verge beside the road and dug a hole every ten yards. Then the second one followed up and filled it in with the earth the first one had dug up. When they had done seven of them a passer by couldn’t resist asking the first girl what on earth they were doing. She replied ,

“Well there are usually three of us but the middle girl who plants the trees phoned in sick today.”

2. A new inspector at the mental asylum asked the chief doctor how they decided whether a patient should be kept there or allowed home. The doctor explained.

“We fill a normal bath with water and then give the patient a teaspoon, a coffee cup and a bucket. We ask them to empty the bath.”

“I see.”said the inspector, “If they use the bucket they are sane and you let them leave.”

The doctor looked at him sadly and said “No. we only let them go if they pull the plug out. Your bed’s by the window”

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/witness-protection/”>Witness Protection</a>

continuing  my repeats  while recovering

RECITATIVE 2

EXCUSE ME ARE YOU A POLICEMAN?

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/reason-to-believe/”>Reason to Believe

after yesterday’s disaster I am repeating some of my favourites as I cannot type properly following my stroke ten days ago. I shall resume proper blogging in about 2 weeks more. worst is I can’t play the piano!. My wife typed this, wish me luck. 

                   RECITATIVE  1

Heartbreak Daybreak

The starless, sunless stroke of daybreak
Was not the only sunless overture that day.
The place beside me, as I awoke early,
Was deserted. My lover had gone away.

The night before, as she seduced me,
I ignored my heart and placed my trust
In her passionate words of true devotion,
Believing they betokened love not lust.

Tears flooded down my sunken cheeks
As the sun appeared in the Eastern sky.
Yet even then I could not bring my mind
To picture her face and to say goodbye.

Now, I wonder, will my soul ever know
So cancerous an emotion or heart so sore?
If she never returns how can I forgive her?
For I would, she has only to open my door.

No note, no sign that all she wanted
Was carnal pleasure at my expense.
She was lovely, as only those we love are;
Against her smile I had no defence.

The dawn, to morning, fast is changing,
The heat of the day will soon burn all.
And yet my heart will stay cold as ice
And my hopes as empty as trees in Fall.

Darling, I beg you, return again to hold me.
Please let us enjoy one more night of desire.
For then, if again, you should try to leave me,
I shall feel no chill while rekindling our fire.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unfaithful/”>Un/Faithful</a&gt;

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/young-at-heart/”>Young At Heart</a>

two for the price of one, my seasonal prompt post to yesterday and today!

FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER

I have included a lot of references in my 250 odd bloggs in the past couple of years to the spiritual side of my life and how I regard  both faith (yesterday’s prompt) and existence (today’s). So I thought a short but precise definition of how I regard both topics, which I consider to be one and the same, would be both seasonal and serve the prompter’s demands.

Well my Faith  is one of three cardinal virtues which exist and are available for all of us to put to good use in our lives as we have both a human (terrestrial) and spiritual (heavenly) nature. That is we each have a body and a soul. It is what we do throughout our lives in our human time that usually determines how we want to spend the whole of our existence  in the second. So what do I believe? And do note I say ‘believe’ because I cannot prove my beliefs any more than those of us who deny the existence of their spiritual soul and its function  can empirically prove that denial. If we could prove either then faith would not come into it. We would not need it would we? So given that I have a soul which does not cease to exist when my mortal body packs up, what do I actually think happens to me when I die?

Well, to start with I am a practising Christian, a Catholic one, whose soul was created by God. “Dear me”, do I hear some of you ask? Who on earth, or anywhere else for that matter, is this God of which you write? Indeed what is He, or She if such things as human gender even apply in  Heaven and hell and all that sort of spiritual world? I have a simple answer to that. I haven’t a clue! But that is where my Faith comes in. My belief in God and the whole question of creation is for me, and indeed everyone, a complete mystery. It is the ultimate mystery the explanation of which I cannot know while in human form.

But it’s not as daft as I make it sound. Let me explain. I was born into the world, universe, cosmos call it what you will, that people inhabit in human form by the biological process which God created in order to make us able to procreate limitless people like ourselves. Over billions of human years we have developed until we have become the humans which science explains us as today. But that is all science can explain. This is just the medical history of our human physiological development and, therefore, also how we anatomically work and keep alive while in human form. Where science cannot tell us anything  more is how we, or any cosmological atomic matter, was created out of nothing. That is the empirical and logical  limitation of scientific knowledge. We can always carry on our human and cosmological research ad infinitum because our brains are clever enough, but we will never be able to know everything because there is no limit to knowledge. Does anyone know of a number to which we cannot add one? No, ergo there is no limit to abstract mathematical thought. Is there any limit to the number of times we can halve an atom or atomic particle? No. And why, because we are capable of rationally accepting that all matter can be divided into two parts however small. So in short we can never know the physical limitations of our world.

But there is a part of us which can think about these things. There is a part of us that can wonder about  imponderable matters, without that being contradictory or tautologous. So we can pose the questions, which we cannot answer in the negative or affirmative, how did we become human and how did the world in which we live start? The big bang is no answer for all it does is hypothesise that something existed which could explode or implode in whatever way it did. Where did that come from? I don’t know. And nor does anyone. Atheists are people who choose to live within that part of existence which they can explore through physics, chemistry and mathematics, but always ignoring the spiritual side of their own selves. I know I have a spiritual nature because I use it to help me live. I am going to explain what I mean by that, but first I would like to mention the third type of human, the agnostic. That is someone who experiences the spiritual side of their natures but just cannot bring themselves to believe in a God or the idea even of a creator who made them. Fair enough. For many of us that is a very difficult thing to do if nothing sparks it off. But we all still have to decide whether we prefer the idea of atheistic infinity – nothing any more forever, or the hope that there is spiritual life for our souls after death. And the reason why we have to decide which of these eternal states exist for us is because they are the only possible ones there can be. So why am I a Christian who does believe, I would rather say knows, that there is a possible happy eternity for me? Let me tell you.

Above, I mentioned three cardinal, or most important, virtues that are available to all of us. These are faith, hope and charity, at least those are the Christian words for the three spiritual elements that exist in all people of all religions or none. But how do they make me believe in the Christian idea of a creator God, and most importantly a God who created me out of His love for me? From what I have said so far it is obvious that either a person is content to live without trying to explore the possibility of God creating them or they are not. That statement cannot be disputed by any form of human proof. Therefore everyone either decides, and it is a conscious decision, that life ends when they die or they try to find a way of keeping their souls alive and with a God who loves them for ever. Surely only a really hopeless person would choose the former. Everyone can and does practise the virtue of charity, which is simply showing their love for others by loving them, helping them and caring for them. That is the loveliest part of our human and spiritual natures that God created.

For those who do feel the spiritual attraction of a loving God with whom they can live for ever, if they believe God is theirs to be found, they will be happy on earth as well as for eternity. That is the virtue of faith. It is best defined by belief in what we want but the existence of which we cannot empirically prove.

But my Christianity is founded in its entirety on the fact that I spiritually and physically fell in love with God at a very young age, three and a half years, and He has never ceased loving me back. There are rules of conduct by which we should live, and  thus know when we have hurt someone we love and so we know when we have sinned. But the one thing without which I certainly could not live is Hope. Hope that when this world is over I will love God as much as I have always done, and he and his  Saints  will reciprocate that love, as they have always done, and I shall spend eternity in peace and love. And They will explain to me why so much suffering has to be endured on earth first, for although I accept this I still do not understand it.  

Finally, why on earth would any sane person not want the prospect of a happy eternity if they knew they could ask God to grant it to them? Okay, it’s not easy always being good, and I certainly have my fair share of sins piled high on my my shoulders. However I have an overwhelming feeling of so much love for my God that I cannot bring mself not to do all I can to help and pray for all my fellow men and women who do not know Him. Because He made them, He loves them and so, therefore, do I. All humans live dreadful lives at times, but that hope of everlasting light at the end of the tunnel can keep us going through the worst horrors of this world, and does if we ask for it. That really is all anyone has to do if, like me, they know God loves them.

AWE 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/flangiprop/”>Flangiprop!</a&gt;

‘flangiprop’: a person who doesn’t understand the second amendment to the US constitution.

NOT AGAIN!!!

John Smith (aka Smith, John) had an awful row with his girlfriend and so wanted to teach her a lesson. They were both aged 20 and were studying on the same campus. But, unknown to the girl who rejected him, John was a flangiprop.

So he bought a gun and went to the college and shot her dead as he thought that was what the second amendment told him he could do.

Of course he was quite wrong and the number of people killed in civilian gun crime attacks in America rose to 32,761 that day. Unfortunately some 140 million fellow Americans also misunderstood what the amendment meant and so it was not re-amended to ban civilians carrying guns.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/smell-you-later/”>Smell You Later</a>

A SMELL WHICH TRANSPORTS ME 

SENT

Gasoline.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/no-thank-you/”>No, Thank You</a>

which word would I ban and why?

COOL

If I had to ban any word currently in vogue it would have to be ‘cool’, not least because it isn’t.

General taken to mean Ace! or Great! it creates the feeling of neither. Being cool is something I physically dislike, I hate shivering, and if it means seeking shade I prefer the sun and to be seen. But perhaps the worst thing about it is that when kids use it it makes them sound as if they are trying to be clever, and when grown ups use it it makes them sound as if they wish they were younger.

But let’s be honest. The real reason for banning it is that it’s the worst one word title for a blog or post I’ve ever used!

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/bedtime-stories/”>Bedtime Stories</a>

favourite childhood bedtime  story

MY BEST BEDTIME BOOK

Every night from six or seven years old onwards, and on and off ever since I regularly read “Butler’s Lives of the Saints”.

The effect it had on me? I have a degree at the Sorbonne in hagiography (History of the Saints) and then in the US a Ph.D in the subject. A pretty strong effect I think.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/dictionary-shmictionary/”>Dictionary, Shmictionary</a>

my second prompt today.

SOFT PAW CORN

We’ve got a really lovely dog,

We’ve had Fred all his life

But now he’s at that awkward age

He’s looking for a wife.

Two doors down there lives a lady,

Who’s got a sexy female Poodle.

So Fred went up to this little cutie

Barking, “can you and I canoodle?”

Well Poodles only speak in French

But liked Fred all the same.”

“Je m’apelle Fifi, Monsieur” she woofed

Barked Fred, “ Well, Fred’s my name.”

Now, dogs have two legs at each end

Not quite like you and I.

So when they fancy loving 

The gal stands before the guy.

Late one afternoon our little daughter

Came upon such a scene

And rushed to tell me, “Daddy you’ll

Never guess what I’ve just seen.

I think Fifi’s had an accident

She must have hurt a leg or paw

Cos Fred’s pushing her to the vet,

And I think he shuts at four.”

My little Jenny was expecting me to help.

I calmed her and told her Fifi was okay.

I said, “They’re only making little puppy dogs”.

Well, tell me, what else could I say?

Said Jenny, “Dogs mated to make puppies,

At school that’s what they told us all in class.

And I don’t think they seem too matey,

Look! Fifi’s even fallen over on the grass.

“Oh dad, the’re kissing, they really are in love.”

She said, as the dogs went behind a tree.

Boy was I glad, because what Fifi was kissing,

Was the one thing my Jenny didn’t see.

Back home, Mum said “She is what we call a bitch.

Was she on a lead or did her owner call?”

To which Jenny, with a deep frown, replied

“Oh no Mum. That bitch wasn’t there at all!”

Anton Wills-Eve

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/advantage-of-foresight/”>Advantage of Foresight</a>

a foresight prompt

A DAY OR TWO AGO                                

“Gemma Mary Skolanski. You sure that’s right?” the nurse looked at the consultant and smiled. “Why not? I’m black. Fifteen years ago I wouldn’t have been in this job. And nobody with a name like that could have afforded a hospital and a doctor like you.” He smiled back. “True cuddles, it’s a changed world. Let’s get on with this ward round.”

In the room they were about to enter was a bed and beautifully decorated walls and curtains. Flowers were not allowed or they would have been there too you can be sure. Lying in the prim, hygenic bed lay sixteen year old, well you’ve heard it, “Gemma Mary Skolanski. She was combing out her golden curls hoping to look her best for Wesley Ford, the most desirable boy fifteen months above her and she couldn’t believe he’d picked her. Not for her money, he was very rich too. His dad was a senator and his mom an attorney. Gemma’s considerable wealth came from the court’s award of five million dollars  against a delivery company whose van had killed her sister and parents two years ago. The money meant nothing. She just thought of Wesley and suddenly her dreams meant everything. Why couldn’t these medics get on with it?” she said petulantly to herself. “Get this medical report over and then Wesley can come visit with me. I wonder what he’ll bring me today?”

While waiting she picked up that day’s newspaper by her bed and saw a silly little story about someone who was offered a chance to know something really important that was going to happen  the next day, but to know it the person given the gift or foresight had to live one day less than God had planned.

‘What rubbish,’ she laughed to herself. ‘Do they really pay people to think up stuff  like this?” then the medical team came in. Five of them altogether, and they looked rather serious.

“Hi young lady”, greeted the doctor. “Feeling any better than yesterday?”

She shook her head. My stomache pains are still annoying, but maybe I ate too much at my sixteenth birthday party yesterday!” And she smiled really cutely. It was her smile that changed her face. She was really pretty when she was looking happy as well. “It ‘s not so much a knife like pain as I described a few days ago, but has changed to a more regular feeling of sickness most of the day.” The doctor looked really worried at this. Then he took a deep breath and as the senior nurse stared rather pityingly at Gemma he said,

“You know those tests you had a few days ago, well they ain’t so good Gemma. I don’t want to worry or frighten you, but it looks like you could have bowel cancer. But it’s incredible what they can do nowadays. Have you any friends or relations you’d like us to ask to come visit with you?” She just shook her head and said her boyfriend, Wesley, was coming in soon and he was all she wanted. The doctor smiled and said he hoped everything would soon improve for her.

While waiting for her boyfriend she picked up the paper again and just to pass the time tried to imagine what future event she would really like to be able to see before it happened. There were so many. The first and obvious was her wedding to Wesley. Who woul  give her away? Probably Uncle Cass. Nice, but a bit too loud mouthed. And the best man. No way would Wesley pick anyone but Peter and he could never make a speech. But Wesley had known him since they were very small kids and Gemma could not see anyone else. But apart from the wedding she started to think of other world developments. 

Would the terrorists start a proper war and would Wesley be called up?. That was an awful thought. Then on home ground would the Pirates win the world series? That really mattered to her and she could well see herself sacrificing a day of her life to know the answer to that question. But then she thought that maybe she wouldn’t want to know the result in advance, well if the Pirates won she’d want to live the event and join in the real celebrations, not just watch the video of a game knowing how it ended. It was all getting both difficult and frankly boring. Suddenly she thought that Wes was a bit late and the doctor came in again to tll her that the later medical test results had shown that she did not have cancer and should be able to be discharged in a day or two.

This only cheered her up a bit and then came the real shock. A visitor arrived, but it wasn’t Wesley. “Peter. Where’s Wes. I have such good news for him.” Peter screwed up a scarfe in his hands.

“Oh, Gem we didn’t know how to tell you. Two days ago he collapsed whiled playing tennis and although the hospital did all it could , he died. I’m so sorrow for you. It was so unexpected it was on the front page of the paper. But you wouldn’t have seen that yet, they deliver the local papers a day later here at the hospital.

AWE 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/going-obsolete/”>Going Obsolete</a>

obsolete technologies

EXTINCT TECHNOLOGIES

Oh dear, word press has done it again. I cannot think of a technology that has become extinct in the history of mankind and his ability to invent. Fallen into disuetude, yes thousands, but once something has been invented it exists and whether or not it is used is immaterial. It is still there and can still be used. So I shall approach this prompt from a slightly different angle. Which piece of technology have you used, at any age, which you find that today you no longer either use or need? I think this is what the prompter meant.

Well taken on these lines I think almost certainly the lead pencil. It was the only thing with which I wrote, and later used occasionally for drawing, or helping drawing, but that is all. Now, of course, the computer can do all the pencil’s tasks and so it is no longer needed at all. So the piece of technology I used from the age of one year and a month or so, is completely eradicated from my list of things I need.

What more can I say on this except to add that it is true of every age and the average useful age of any invented implement is probably the span of a man’s life, three score years and ten. Now wasn’t that blatantly obvious and frankly boring?

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