Anton's Ideas

Anton Wills-Eve on world news & random ideas

Back in Harness


If I appear to keep disappearing: I haven’t posted anything for six weeks! the anaesthetic must be stronger than the doctors realise. So instead of having nightmares I shall merely share the press release on my recently published novel, James and Jacqueline which is now in book stores and available on line.

New book is a tale of love, organized crime, phobias and university life
Anton Wills-Eve tells the story of ‘James and Jacqueline’ and their wild romantic adventures

UNITED KINGDOM – Two people, lost in the dizzying maze of life, haunted by the vicissitudes of fate and gripped by their myriad fears, come together and find strength and solace in each other’s presence in Anton Wills-Eve’s new novel. “James and Jacqueline” is a tale that follows the eponymous couple’s romantic hijinks – and the myriad personal, mental, familial and criminal crises they face – which begin within the walls and halls of an English university, and eventually reach all the way to Paris, the city of love and light.

The lovers start off broken by their respective phobias, which dominate their lives, and are initially defined by how they face their circumstances. James believes that God is his greatest aid, while Jacqueline cannot accept the idea of any creator who could make her so cruelly ill. He suffers from agoraphobia, she from claustrophobia, reflecting their similarities and their polar differences. Their meeting is fateful, and eventually they fall for each other and face the challenges before them, which range from dogmatic doctors, the difficulties of living and working in the university, the loss of loved ones and parents, and family involvement in a major crime syndicate. As they go on this arduous journey, they are changed by each other and by the hardships they encounter, the courage they muster as they fight against their inner demons, and the help they get from those who come to their aid. Lives are threatened, anxieties and neuroses inevitably manifest, passions and emotions run wild, and appalling revelations emerge as the couple makes their way towards the end of the story and their journey.

At once touching, exciting and humorous, the story of “James and Jacqueline” shows readers how to live with a serious anxiety neurosis while being faced with moral, romantic, family, criminal, religious and social crises. Wills-Eve’s unpredictable tale, and the flawed characters populating it, contains something of everybody’s concept of true love and life.

For more information on this book, interested parties may log on to http://www.XlibrisPublishing.co.uk.

Ashes From Phoenix


How appropriate that the governor of Arizona, Jan Brewer, should have chosen  to do the right thing for the wrong reason by choosing to veto the state bill which would have allowed any provider or owner of any type of service to withhold that service , on religious grounds,   from people who are  homosexual .  No wonder the bill caused such a storm throughout the States. But the most important thing about it was that what it wanted to do would have been perfectly okay if  only the ludicrous tag ‘on religious grounds’ had not been stuck on the end of it.

Here in Britain we have an example of the type of  legislation that would not have raised an eyebrow. If the landlord of a public house wants to refuse to serve a customer in England and wants them to leave the  bar then he only has to say so and they must leave. He does not have to tell them why. This is one of the most important aspects of possession of anything; it is yours to make available to whoever you wish or to withhold it from them. But why do I take such a strong aversion to the introduction of the ‘religion’ tag in the case of the Arizona  bill?

Well, for a start, homosexuality is no more a religious issue than heterosexuality. As a practising Roman Catholic I consider what people do to be right or wrong,  sins or not sins, according to the teachings of God as revealed to us in the ten commandments in the Old Testament and the teachings of Jesus in the New Testament. Now in both these cases right and wrong, doing good deeds or committing sins must involve an act of free will on the part of  a human being who is performing an action. How on earth can that make a person’s natural preferences of feeling either right or wrong just by themselves? Not liking the idea of sexual intercourse with someone of the opposite sex cannot of itself be a sin if it has not involved any act on the part of the homosexual. Where  sin comes in is when God’s laws, rules, teachings call them what you will, come into play. And that can only be when a person decides how to respond to their emotions regarding anything at all. You cannot be a thief just by wanting something that is not yours. You have to steal the object first! Just so with married couples. Should one of them like the look of another person and commit adultery that is a very serious sin.  But the phrase ‘living in sin’ has gone out of fashion for this very reason. Too many people do it, but if people kept on telling them they were doing wrong they would soon rebel and try to defend themselves. That is the worst thing you can make a sinner do. So too with homosexuals; if you keep telling them they are disgusting or use similar insulting epithets to their face they will eventually not merely tell you where to get off but try to defend their actions when they give in to their preferences and  have sexual relations with someone of their own sex. By all means tell people what they should and should not do as you believe, but for Heaven’s sake don’t single out any sinners because you are  prejudiced against them. Think what that makes you! At the very least an extremely unpleasant and extremely unChristian neighbour. I was taught from a very young age to condemn the sin but forgive the sinner. That means every sinner regardless of the gravity or type of their misdeed. And above all it does NOT mean condemning someone who is merely attracted by the idea of a sin. I would have been lost years ago if that were the case.

But to return to the bill which Jan Brewer threw out.There is a case to be made for allowing service providers to decide whether or not they make their services available to all. A bill drawn up on such lines would probably have succeeded and nobody would have minded much. The police would have had their work doubled as disgruntled customers started turning violent,  but then the service providers would soon have changed their minds. Money would have forced them to. But the ashes which we saw strewn over the legislature of Arizona last week did at least allow  Phoenix to rise from them and do what was sensible and, in my opinion, right.  One hears that illegal immigration from the south is likely to be the next really big issue in the state. If it is I do hope that Arizona remembers where its name came from, and why.

The First Amendment


 

“You’ve got a situation where sometimes there’s no good guys,”

This is a quote of a quote which appeared in an article in today’s edition of the New York Times. It concerned the ludicrous teasing of the US Constitution by a raving nutter who got the authorities so annoyed with him by the content of his bloggs that in the end the Judge who dealt with him last just jailed him for contempt by breaching the first amendment, freedom of speech, when he could not possibly have done so as he did not recognise the authority of the court and said nothing.

 

It’s a great story because it shows two things. If the first amendment can be unconstitutionally cited, which it was here to the accused’s detriment, then all amendments which have been made since that one in 1778 have no validity in US law because constitutional law is, like ours in Britain, a hierarchical system of precedents where all those following  any which is shown to be de facto capable of misapplication without redress, which this case is, are of themselves not binding in federal or constitutional law.

 

Now note something. I have cited no names for my assertions or description of events in this case. But the first amendment protects my right to be a fool if I so wish. But it only covers a citizen of  the thirteen states which existed when this amendment was passed. So if it is capable of being illegally applied, then no laws covering any part of the current US which was not part of that country in 1778 are legally binding. Ergo, following this insane piece of reasoning it follows that criminals in most of the United States cannot even exist as there are no enforceable laws which they could have broken.

 

You think this is rubbish? Well of course it is, but think of that poor guy in prison for life for saying nothing any more rationally threatening to the US than my few words here are.  No! I am not going to say where all this comes from. If you can’t find it then something really is terribly wrong with the US first amendment and all those amendments that follow it.  I just hope I never need the fifth.

 

 

Happy New Year


 

I am not going to indulge myself this year in telling you everything that is going to happen in 2014. This time last year I got seven of my top ten forecasts hopelessly wrong, so I am restricting this year to three dead certs.

 

Firstly sport. I am tipping Argentina to win the world cup if, and only if, they have to play Brazil before the final, or some other country knocks Brazil out for them. A quarter final match would be the best time for Pope Francis’ XI  to meet and beat Brazil, probably 2-0 or 2-1. The final should be Argentina v Germany or Italy and a 1-0 scoreline after extra time is the most likely result. But all this does not say who I would LIKE to win the trophy. Being a Scots Australian who was born in England and educated in France and  Switzerland, I have to stick with my favourite soccer team. Italy! I don’t know why I love the Azzuri, I just do. It’s like my support of the Pittsburg Pirates which probably stems from my favourite uncle being a native of Pennsylvania who taught me the game in exchange for cricket lessons. But  if Italy win I’ll be happy and if Argentina win I’ll be richer. Oh, and while on the subject of sport, this year the British golf open is at the Royal Liverpool links at Hoylake. As the tenth hole is only 784 yards from my home I shall be glued to the television that week trying to spot  my house!

 

My second forecast is in the field of politics. I have a very strong feeling that David Cameron is going to call a snap election just when the Eastern European immigration crisis is coming to a head and the Tories will squeeze back in, this time in coalition with  UKIP who should pick up at least fifty seats. Election to clash with the golf? Heavens, I hope not!

 

And finally an entertainment forecast. Absolutely nothing new that is worth watching for even five minutes will break out in our sitting rooms  anywhere in the English speaking world. As far as drama is concerned 2014 is going to reach a new low in the world of the small screen.

Right, that’s the forecasts over, so all I have to do is wish everyone a very happy and enjoyable, above all enjoyable, year and for those of you who are so inclined I would be very grateful for a short prayer that my cancer hurries up and disappears. I am beginning to get a little fed up with it. Thanks.

All the best.

 

Anton

Towards The Year’s End


 

Very soon now we will be into 2014 and marking the centenary year of the first world war. It must have been wonderful a century ago today to be looking forward to a New Year in which most people in the western world feared that conflict might soon break out between Germany and Britain, if not more countries, but 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 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, by 1914, dependent on owning our colonies and sitting back and enjoying the fruits of our forefathers’ labours. 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 as well. But those who did just sat back, again, and lived well off what they had. It was obvious to a blind man that the balance of power was moving 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 possession of money or almost any 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, and the duties of these 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, by being ignored by too many governments for too long, led to the 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.

Yet today we can look with hope upon a different world map to that of 1914. 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 citizen conducts their own life. 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 and 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. But personally I suffer from optimism and do not believe that the average Muslim would let this happen. At least it is my fervent hope and prayer for the next hundred years, even if I will not be around to see whether I am right or not.

Happy Christmas


I have no idea how many people ever read my posts and poems but to those who do I wish a very happy, healthy, holy and enjoyable Christmas. Tomorrow is the celebration of the birth of our Saviour and I was very upset today to read the lead story in the Daily Telegraph pointing out just how persecuted Christians are in our modern world in their own country. I have no idea whether reminding people that Christianity is how God wants everyone to live, and how all other religions just get in the way of making this possible for so many people, is permitted or not in our politically incorrect country. There is no reason I can think of why I should not be allowed to say that I love all my fellow men and pray for them every day, while at the same time reserving the right to preach the gospel as God wants me to no  matter how many other religions it may contradict. The greatest tragedy in Britain in my lifetime has been the way infidels, and by that I mean people who do not share my Faith, have been encouraged by so many people in authority to claim their right to preach heresy with immunity, while Christians  are not allowed to point out that these doctrines are false.

So my main resolution for 2014 is to do all I can to work towards changing the law in this country so that everybody can preach what they believe without the fear of being fined or imprisoned as they are now. I do not wish any members of any other religions, or people who do not claim to have a religion, any ill will at all. Quite the opposite; they are all God’s creatures and for that reason they should be allowed to hear and decide for themselves  whether the Christian Church preaches the truth or not. I believe it does and I do not recognise any person or organisation’s claim to say they have the right or the power to stop me telling all my fellow men that this is so. Therefore I repeat my message. Have a happy and holy Christmas and make your resolution next year to help bring about tolerance in everyone’s heart no matter what they believe or how they worship.

God Bless you all.

Anton

 

 

 

 

 

I Spy, well don’t we all


The wonderful hysteria surrounding the question of just who is spying on whom as the NSA revelations are propelled into the headlines by journalists with nothing better to do, is really very amusing.

Since the cold war ended 23 years ago the spies of the UK and the USA et al – esp the Russians-, had to justify their pay cheques somehow. So naturally they spied on each other. After all it is what they had always done and were not really trained to do anything else. Everybody knows that absolutely nothing is secret or unknown in the world that really matters and the only really unpleasant side of this story is that spies still get paid at all. I had to sign three sets of official secrets acts to do my job and never did I break any of them. I did not have to, it was we journalists who supplied the intelligence – god what a misnomer!- services with everything they knew. Still they do have power and that IS disturbing. But there are worse things in this world than a set of incompetent James Bonds running around with the latest technology trying to find out totally useless information about each other. I wonder what Santa will bring them.

Don’t Ask


Look not on me with doubting in your mind,

Or seek to fathom my passion, or ask its kind.

Nor ask the reason for your own heart’s song,

The answer is too far away, and far too long.

Be glad you feel for me as I know you do,

Being lost in me will twice suffice for you.

But loving, still wondering what you feel,

Is false joy for such love is never  real.

If I make love, sensing you are in any doubt

My love is just for you, then nought will out.

Save lustful satisfaction, with no inner fires.

They only burn if I am all your heart desires.

Five types of love


I recently came across some old notebooks from my school days and found the following few lines,jotted down in Latin, presumably from an RE or Ancient History lesson in the upper sixth form. Anyway I like the idea expressed and, for what it is worth, this my translation. The ideas are all the hermit’s.
From the ‘lex penta amore’ by Phillipus of Egypt (floreat circa.175 AD)—-I wish I could remember who he was!

There are five ways of loving and of responding to that love.Three are physical and two spiritual.

physical

1) heterosexual (From the first sight neither of you are in any doubt. You make love)
2) homosexual (Give in; or wonder whether you should restrain yourself; if you do your reward is usually a broken heart)  ;
3) In all cases, if unmarried, practise total abstention (lest the sin into which you lead the other should condemn you both to perdition.)

spiritual

1) You fall in love with God (if you live by the laws of his love for the whole of your life you naturally hope you will reach Heaven).
2) If you try to be good, but fail, whatever love you indulge in you will be judged by Him in His mercy. A very beautiful thing  indeed

I wish I could find further references to him and examples of his thought.

Why Faith Schools Must Be Retained


A report that has received a lot of media attention today claims that ‘Faith Schools’ discriminate in favour of less poor pupils  and has led to the usual crop of bigoted blogging by ill-informed people with chips on their shoulders. The most common cry from such blogs is that faith schools should be abolished, or at least  religion should not be taught in state schools.

Do you they really know what that would mean? Seriously? Religion should play no part in schools? What would be left if you took it away? No history, no sociology, no geography, no medical sciences etc because without explaining everything we learn, within its religious and historical context, you might as well make up a whole new history of the world based on lies. This has nothing to do with the divine side of religious education, it is the basis of everything we are taught. God help me if I had been deprived of RE classes at school. They put everything else I was taught in perspective. Also that is why they produce the brightest and best educated pupils in the country no matter what their socio-economic or ethnic background.

I can only suppose that people who oppose teaching pupils the importance of the part religion plays in the every day life of so many people, and especially the part it plays in accounting for the reasons why the world has developed as it has irrespective of whether the outcome is a good thing or a bad thing, are either ignorant of the importance of religion in the history of mankind or just don’t want to be told how other people think they should behave. They don’t have to take any notice of religious instruction, that is up to each individual, but to deny pupils the chance to know what others think and then judge such issues for themselves is quite simply denying them a very important part of their education.  Anyway, all education is only one set of people exercising their right to use free speech to make a point to others, so why should anyone object to that? The only reason I can think of is that they are scared, and cowards never make good judges of anything. It takes courage both to be right and to publicly advocate being right in one’s own opinion.

All Tomorrow’s Yesterdays


All our tomorrow’s yesterdays

Must at some time have been today.

And all our todays that were now

Must by now have passed away.

But the todays that are still tomorrows

Cannot yet be yesterday,

For the present never stops moving,

Both forwards and backwards each day.

So all we can do when contemplating

Time, and the part it might play,

In measuring the span of our lives

Is to change the unchanging changes today.

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Proving Goldbach’s Conjecture


The years 1715 to 1792 are known in many countries as either “The age of enlightenment” or “The age of reason”. This is for the very simple reason that in the previous 100 years the Western civilised world had undergone a series of momentous scientific and geographical discoveries leaving the average intellectual no longer obliged to turn to the Church to say whether or not their ideas or theories were in line with Christian teaching because the myriad of Christian denominations which had sprung up since the reformation, approximately between 1511 and 1567, meant that the authority once automatically vested in the church in all matters of scientific and sociological morals, ethics and facts was considered no more likely to be right than the theories of political philosophers, mathematicians or discoverers.

So a whole century of changes in every walk of life culminated towards its closing years in the French revolution and abolition of hereditary privilege in France, financial and trading freedom in Italy, Spain and England and writers of all types in every country no longer felt obliged to seek ecclesiastical permission to be published. Also, the establishment of independence in North America and the founding of penal colonies in Australasia were the foundation stones of the English speaking world as we know it today.

This short proof concerns one example of how freedom of intellectual enquiry gave rise to perhaps the most intriguing puzzle, problem and obvious but unprovable hypothesis in the history of maths. Christian Goldbach, a keen amateur mathematician – yes in those heady days of original thought even mathematicians had original ideas, not allowed in schools nowadays – wrote to a friend of his in Switzerland, Leonhardt Euler, one of the most distinguished mathematicians in the history of the discipline. Christian suggested to his friend that all even numbers were the sum of two prime numbers. He allowed for only one odd number to be the sum of two primes, ie 3, as it was 1 + 2 . But He could find no even number that was not the sum of two primes.

The only problem was that,while it seemed obviously true, and nobody could, or at least has as yet, disproved it, he could not formulate an acceptable proof of his conjecture within the accepted rules of traditional mathematics. A large prize was deposited in a Swiss bank which was to be awarded to the first person to come up with such a proof. Now this was some 270 years ago, but still nobody has managed to formulate an acceptable proof. The prize money is still earning compound interest at 5 % and by now would make the winner one of the richest academics in the world. The most powerful computers in today’s world cannot disprove Goldbach so why can the conjecture not be proven?

Well, personally, I have always believed it is simply because it is too obvious. Can one actually prove, for instance, that 1 plus 1 equals 2. Not by any other method than saying that 1 is what we call a single unit of something, 2 is 2 such units and so on. But this is no more than giving a definition of, or naming the noun which corresponds to, a mathematical symbol or tool. Well, surely, that is all that Goldbach’s conjecture does. He simply SAID IT THE WRONG WAY ROUND. What he should have said is “an even number is any number that is the sum of two primes.”( 2 ,of course is sum of 1 +1). That is a perfectly valid and true definition of an even number. There are others, such as “an even number is any number which can be divided exactly by any other number higher than one.” But the important thing about my definition of an even number is that by its linguistic composition it obviates the necessity to take Goldbach’s conjecture any further, in order to prove it, than to state what an even number is. Doing this proves both the conjecture and satisfies the mathematical logic inherent in proving all theorems; ie using nothing more than the numerical value and meaning of a number’s name to make a mathematical point.

QED.

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The Two Longest 30 Seconds in History.


On Saturday I settled down to watch England play New Zealand in the semi-final of the world rugby league cup. Most of the crowd at Wembley stadium in London, and in front of their television sets, expected England to lose. But no one expected the feast of superb rugby league football that both teams served up for the whole match. England eight points to nil up and everyone wondering if the miracle was possible. A New Zealand converted try and a penalty goal before half time saw the teams take a 15 minute break level at eight all. The the second half got even better. The New Zealanders gradually got stronger and with some twelve minutes to go were ahead, but incredibly England pulled it back and going into the last ten minutes were 18-14 in front. Could they hold on? Both sides literally battered each other from one end of the field to the other until, with 31 seconds to go on the clock, England gave away a stupid penalty. The Kiwis threw everything into a final attack, the clock passed 80 minutes and the hooter went for full time, but the ball was still live and the play had to be finished. And how . A try for New Zealand in the last move of the game and it was 18-18. But the conversion kick still had to be taken. As English hearts sank miles below the Wembley turf the ball rose high and true between the posts and New Zealand had won the greatest contest between the countries anybody present could remember. A game like that would never be seen again. Or would it? If you had tuned in to your television on Sunday afternoon to watch Ireland take on New Zealand in the rugby union international in Dublin, you would presumably have done so because you liked your rugby and wanted to see how many points the All blacks were going to score in thrashing the Irish. Well Ireland had never beaten New Zealand at rugby union, ever, and nobody was expecting it yesterday. But sport is not the opiate of the people for nothing. It is because it is the only thing in life which produces miracles so often. After only 20 minutes of the game the Irish were leading by 19-0. No team had ever led New Zealand by that margin in the history of the sport. And at half time Ireland were 22-7 ahead. But, for those of you who don’t know what happened in the second half I shall put you out of your misery. The All Blacks slowly ground the Irish down, but the green army was not going to surrender. They gave away a couple of silly penalties and were still hanging on by 22-17 as the last five minutes were reached. Every Irishman was on his feet as the clock ticked away. Yes you’ve guessed it. Just 29 second to play when the New Zealanders made one last push. They kept the ball in alive and in play well past the full time 80 minute mark and referee Nigel Owens of Wales needed eyes in both sides off his head as well as the front and back to make sure no infringements occurred which would have signalled the end of the game. That 30 seconds lasted three and a half minutes before the All Blacks somehow managed to cross the try line for a five point score and tie the match. BUT, and this really must be a unique coincidence in sporting history, because the conversion kick was yet to come. The New Zealand kicker seemed to take an age lining up the ball and finally ran up and smacked it high  and handsome but wide. The game was a draw! Or was it? Not for hawk-eyed Nigel it wasn’t. He noticed that several Irish players had started to charge down the ball fractionally before the kicker started his run up to kick it and so signalled to both captains that the kick had to be taken again. This time, of course, the ball went straight between the posts and New Zealand had turned a defeat into a draw and then a win all in the longest 30 seconds of rugby I have ever seen. But isn’t it nice to be able to enjoy drama of the level of these two games and, even in your disappointment, still be able to enjoy such soul stirring competition. I am often asked which code of rugby I prefer, the 13-a-side league version of Saturday or the 15-a-side union version of Sunday and I have to say that after this weekend there is absolutely nothing to choose between them when played at their very best. My only regret is the certainty that I shall never see two such games, played within the space of twenty four hours, again. Or will I?

Mutual respect and common sense prevail over Iran.


 

Well, it appears as though a possible road to living peacefully with a nuclear capable Iran is at last on the cards. The agreement reached in Geneva last night was just the first step, but if the signatories to the agreement succeed in implementing what they agreed then a very significant world peace conference will have borne fruit. Not very often that that has  happened since the treaty of Versailles.

But last night was not just a very important step towards world peace being assured for at least five to ten years but how nice to see Western countries giving Iran the diplomatic respect it deserves. Persia, as it was when I was there in 1968, is a highly educated, intelligent and perfectly normal community of people who have been striving to show the world that they have the same national rights as any other world power for far too long and that the joint US/Israeli manic rantings against them for the past 35 years have been totally unjustified. Also I sincerely hope that Baroness Ashton gets the 2014 Nobel Peace prize for her efforts in brokering this deal. What a career step up from running the social services in Hertfordshire to becoming the most accomplished peacemaker anywhere in the globe. Few people saw that coming when Gordon Brown nominated her for the job of running EU foreign policy. I also like the way Kerry has come out of this. Just as Hague should be our next prime minister so should Kerry be the next President of the US. Well let’s hope the ‘A’ team can now tackle the problems of Syria and North Korea and make it a triple whammy!!!

“Where were you when you heard …..?”


   

There are many events in our lives that are not merely etched in our own memories but also those of most of the world. But I am sure that the one that most regularly elicits the question, “Where were you when …” is that to which the answer is prefixed by the next words “…. you heard that President Kennedy was assassinated?” In my own case it was the most unlikely place I can think of given my personal circumstances at the time. 

 

On the 22nd of November, 1963, I was working for United Press International in their Paris office where I had recently been taken on as a full time staff journalist after gaining my first degree at the Sorbonne University. I had worked through the first three years of my academic life as a part time sports writer for UPI as they had no one on the Paris staff who knew anything about European Sports and I knew them backwards.I was lucky enough to be available to do a lot of sports reporting for them. It was a dream scenario, being paid a lot of money to do something I would normally have paid for a ticket to watch, and still managing to immerse myself in my favourite subject, mediaeval ecclesiastical history. But to return to the question “Where was I …etc?”

 

Well I was just taking my seat on the lower deck of a red London Transport bus when the ticket conductor nudged me and said “ ‘ere, mate you ‘erd? President Kennedy’s been killed! No joke, that passenger in front of you just told me!’ The bus was half way along the City Road, the only time in my life that I have ever been in that road. I had been visiting my mother who had just undergone major abdominal surgery and I had only flown in from Paris that afternoon to see her. The bus conductor told me at 7.27 pm, when I was on my way back to the airport. I was back in our flat in Paris by 9.45pm. But the shock did not wear off for several days. Apart from being blown up by a land mine, not too badly hurt, in Vietnam and later being the sole survivor of a helicopter crash in Cambodia, I cannot think of any other events in my life which are still as vividly embedded in my mind. Oddly 9/11, had me riveted to the TV for four hours watching it live, but not taking it in at all. It was just an over the top, badly made horror movie for at least a fortnight before I could fully believe what I had seen. Perhaps it was the immediate acceptance of the truth of the news of JFK’s demise that moved me so much.That really is some tribute to the greatest American whose life coincided with mine. But to everybody who might read this I would love to hear the answer to the question, if it applies, “Where were you when…?”

Censoring the Internet


Censoring the Internet.

Given that the internet has slowly crept up on the world and taken over the role of ‘communicating medium en chef’, without anyone really appreciating what that role would ultimately control, we are now faced with a world in which half the population have access to some form of hardware that allows them to read, watch or talk to , with, against or at each other. The question that has to be asked today, therefore, is should such freedom of ‘access to communicate’ be controlled by any government or international organisation or should everyone in the world include among their civil rights the right to post or publish, preach or pray on, to, for or at the world as a whole, without being subject to a regulating body? I can think of no argument in favour of either giving total freedom of expression or exercising any degree of censorship or control in this matter at all. The Wikileaks farce that the US took such exception to was a wonderful example of how if there is one body that should never have this power it is the military, in any country. If a security system is as easy to penetellesmere-20-3-2011rate as the emailed information contained in the Wikileaks messages then the US armed forces should thank all the people who demonstrated how insecure their military intelligence was. At least in Britain we only allow deliberate disinformation to reach the press. But the main point at issue here is should censorship of communication be enforced when it is done to protect the young, the old, or the mentally ill? Yes it should.But only where defence of the most vulnerable members of society is at issue.The picture (above) demonstrates better than anything why censorship never works. This is an image which any normal person would look at with perhaps fleeting interest and not give it another thought. But if I was to tell you what it represented to those who had already been told its significance and, more importantly, the message which it carried instructing those in the know how or when to act in a particular way, you would be horrified. But how could any censor, who was not previously primed to expect and then interpret such an image, be able to say whether it should or should not be shown? They would have an impossible and meaningless task. Would someone please tell me how to regulate the displaying of such iconography. I know that it desperately needs to be done. But not how !

My garden’s inspiration


My garden’s inspiration

It is always a joy to write in surroundings which inspire me to think of everything that I love in life and make me want to share my happiness with others. Well, being fortunate enough to have a corner of my garden as secluded and inspiring as this,(see below) you can see why my mind is so often moved to write about the pleasant things and events that I hear about or meditate upon, rather than just criticising the worst in the world when so much of it is worth praising. The trees and lawn always make me feel really glad that I have had so much good fortune in my time. An education that enlightened me and filled me with pleasure and knowledge. A career that took me to all five continents and let me watch all the different ways in which humanity amuses itself, but therein lies the rub.I so often only saw places because I was sent there to write about the brutal side of mankind. I pray for people caught up in war because invariably it has been my lot to watch organised carnage taking place in stunningly beautiful sites. I got more joy out of hearing Mass sung in Vietnamese in the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Saigon than any of the English language horrors of pseudo sacred singing that Vatican two allowed the English speaking world to inflict on its worshippers. I still much prefer Latin to English in Church. But that is probably because it was the only language in the Church until I was nearly twenty five, and, more importantly, as long as Mass was said in Latin I could serve at the altar because I could say the acolyte’s responses. My greatest regret in the Far East was not being able to serve Mass because I did not speak the language. I am sure the assembled prelates at Vatican two never thought of that aspect of what they were changing. But sitting in a lounger in a garden such as this and letting the scenery tell me what to think, and consequently to write, I really do feel that the world is a very nice place. It is only those of us who think solely of their own needs who are blinded to the beauty of creation and have to spoil it. Wars are invariably started for some spurious, right sounding motives but executed in haste and with so little thought for the innocent victims of the hell they are orchestrating, that one can only feel sorry for the politicians who start them. After all, can any man honestly stand up and say “I know what is best for the world” when his own narrow vision of such a small part of it is all that he has to go on when making such a pronouncement? Sadly, too often the decorated hero is the man who had little option but to obey an order, although many soldiers do give their lives trying to save their friends and these I salute from the bottom of my heart. But I started this short reflection on the happiness my garden brings me. Maybe it has told me something more than I expected. Maybe it has told me that I must not forget that everything I have enjoyed in life has been a wonderful gift. It is certainly impossible to say that I have earned the pleasure I have had in my time, because I am only human and not by the longest stretch of the imagination in any way a holy or saintly person. So Why have I been so lucky? I have no idea, but I do know one thing. I have met an awful lot of people who have devoted their lives to helping others and they come to mind so often that I know how little I have contributed compared to the world’s genuine saints. I knew a thirty year old woman who had spent seven years on her own running an orphanage for blind and abandoned children in French West Africa. I had one colleague who gave all his salary, for the three years he was posted to Vietnam, to a nursing home there that had no income but whatever people donated. He could not square his wealth with his conscience, as he put it, and to this day I know how much good he did. I cannot name him, he will not allow me to.

But this is just a photograph that is bringing back memories, pleasant ones as I hoped. Soon it will be cold winter and the grass may well be white, but then, in a few years I suppose I will too. But while my Autumn must inevitably pass through to Winter I know I will never see another Spring. But my garden will!!

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Beyond My Understanding


Today’s reflection is a poem.

          Beyond My Understanding

I wonder what Heaven will be like?

Happy and holy, with God on his throne,

Smiling as he counts all the good souls

He’s created to love as His own.

But how could they be anything but loving,

For He couldn’t create anything bad?

And as each of us watches Him judge us

How could we want him, through us, to be sad?

For that would mean some souls could be satanic

And there might be some sins that can’t be forgiven.

But because God’s goodness is total,

Each heart or mind, can’t on seeing Him,

Wish to be anything but shriven?

I just can’t believe such a good God created

Souls so wicked he’d have to send them to hell.

Because if His love for us is not overrated

How could he sound our eternal death knell?

Dear God.

If you love me,

In your mercy,

Do tell!!

God’s reply

“You may have heard of Satan or Lucifer

An angel with the power to corrupt so well

That he thinks he can spoil the souls I make

So, they’ll have to spend forever in hell.

He sits by his fiery furnace, 

Flapping his satanic wings

Waiting all day for sinners,

Who’ve done the wickedest things.

Deeds so awful, I’ll banish them on judgement day

But when they see Me they

Just kneel and weep and pray.

Now this moves me to tears,

So I forget what they’ve done

And I bless them and forgive every one.

Poor Satan sits in his hell

Feeling lonely and sad.

He can’t understand where the sinners are,

They really were so terribly bad.

So I’ve sent him this note, to remind him

That nobody’s too naughty for me.

“Give up your tempting mate, you’re losing.

Come up to Heaven and join us for tea”.

Anton Wills-Eve

Caring For Each Other – Congress and the ACA


What an awful shame that the US has so many private insurance sharks that the genuinely needy in its society cannot be guaranteed proper health care when they need it without bankrupting themselves. President Obama had the right idea when he decided to nail the colours of his presidency, and how it would be judged by posterity, to the mast of the good ship ACA. – mind you, I suppose he had to justify his Nobel Peace Prize somehow! But I really do believe that he cares about his flock and wants to ensure that they are cared for when ill and not made worse by financial worries. But if he cares this much, and cannot stand for another term in 2016, he really should be telling his fellow Americans that there is no place for selfishness in caring for the sick. Because that is what the debate in the House was all about last night. Rich, or reasonably well off, Americans can pick and choose how they insure themselves on the basis of what they want to afford and not what their share of insuring everybody should be. In Britain our NHS is paid for out of National Security Contributions and income tax and everybody has to pay what the government  demands. They cannot opt out. That is what Obama should do now with his Health Care Bill. Really raise the compulsory contributions from all citizens who are able to pay something, each being assessed according to their wealth. That could soon send the private Insurance sharks packing. Also I would love to see the federal side of US government really given teeth in this matter and the whole issue taken out of the hands of individual state legislatures. National defense is what it says; NATIONAL. Health care should also be NATIONAL and a few more oligarchs in governorships brought down to size and forced to obey the President. I often wonder why there is a President if his only really effective power is one of veto – ie. defence – and not enforcement – ie. attack. Still by January 2nd so many people will have become so uptight about the issue I should imagine they will all be running to sign up to ACA in order to get free treatment for the heart conditions which their selfish  worries have brought upon themselves.