mmoa_writes

I am generally unimpressed with some 82% of the under-21 population in the world (I mildly dislike 10% - of which I am a proud member - and the 8% probably hid under rocks/gave me money for me to withstand from glaring at them incessantly) and today was a wonderful example of why that is.

The tube around 4:00 pm onwards is bad enough during the holidays; parents taking kids home from those pseudo-educational trips to the great (and free) Museums/Galleries of London that are so fashionable amongst the upper middle class parents (what I don't understand is why they drag kids obviously too young or just temperamentally unsuited to such things and leave the older ones cutting themselves in their room. I just don't get it). What is worse is when you have three in particular who seem determined to turn the interior or the tube carriage and all the knees present into an adventure playground.

*sighs*

Suddenly, said hyper-active little... tykes, announce that they are hungry and whine about this for a whole two stops (the tube stopped for about fifteen minutes halfway through one so it was actually a bit longer) after which their loving Daddy produces.... chocolate bars. Chocolate fingers.

If there were any fizzy drinks included, I think I would have chosen to take the bus home.

Any miniscule maternal instinct I may have had before this experience has since been vanquished.



Nonetheless, the rest of the day was quite satisfying. I went to Camden, you see, and bought a much needed corselette (the corset isn't suitable for wearing under certain clothes - ie dresses with a modern cut etc etc...) as well as a rather nice blue 'corset' top (more 17th century than 19th which is my usual choice).

Slightly surreal - sale signs everywhere (though most of the outfits were still out of my league, well, not within my planned budget ... which has to be adhered to if I want to stand a chance of going to Japan later next year) and several shops seem to just be giving away expensive corsets/handmade skirts/dresses.

Ah, well. Went home (still mildly fuming - though even my mother agreed with me and she loves children: you just don't give kids on a high extra sugar. It's just idiocy incarnate...) and carried on with my sewing project - all that's needed is a bustle.

Ooh, and I got down to 23" *pats self.

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Eventually the Western world will have enough of religion and simply stop tolerating any organised religious belief (and probably the unorganised ones as well). The problem with that is that it will be the perfect breeding ground for underground religious groups to spring up who may well be even more hostile than the 'aboveground' types we have today.

Wait. Is that possible?

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Watched a rather interesting documentary last night on channel four about the suicide of Herman Goering. There were lots of things that I wanted to make a deep and moving statement on, but the thing that struck me most was the look of pride ont he faces of the American GIs, journalists and prosecutors as they recalled the historical step that was taken in actually making it illegal to be an aggressor within a war. Things like 'crimes against humanity' were introduced, officially, through the decision of the American government (as opposed to the British and the Russian) to give such men a proper trial.

But then it saddened me to think of the American government of today which, by all appearances, is going in as far a direction from it's sixty year old predecessor.

The Truth is an important thing. You know how in argu -- erm, debates, people often come out with "well, if what you're saying is the truth, why are you getting so angry about it?". That is a statement through which I automatically lose any trace of respect for the person who just uttered it.

Truth needs to be defended. Yes, we may say things like 'the truth will out eventually' but that is, at best, a half truth (I prefer to call it a sophisticated sort of lie). The truth will only out through the effort made by the people, not of it's own accord. Because unlike facts, truth is relative. There is a 'right' truth, and that is not a sign of intolerance, but a sign of maturity.


EDIT: I see facts and truth as very different things. Facts are indisputable, but that does not make them obvious or clear to even one who looks, because one has to wade through the 'truths' first. Truth, if you like, is the defender, or obstruction even, of the fact. That is not based on poetic conjecture, but from what I've seen of the human mess I am a part of, past, present, and future (or, to be scientific, all the Nows available to me)

Then again, this is treading dangerously close to philosophy, which I am shite at and have very little time for, really.



Hm. That was interesting. It seems I am back on form at last, *snerk.