I Was Told I Could Look at The Eclipse Through a Colander. So, I Did... and Strained My Eyes.

How is this news, when, with so many obese Americans, blocking the sun is pretty much an everyday occurrence in the sunshine States?

Well, it looks like Trump’s bid for re-election to the Whitehouse wasn’t the only event that plunged most of America into darkness so far this year. According to various news reports I’ve read, while this rare event lasted a brief four-and-a-half minutes in some places and is not expected to return until 2045, the estimated 44 million spectators who turned out to see it may well have wished Trump would do the same. By which time, of course, he will have long since departed this Earthly plane and be negotiating for some plot in the ether to build a further hotel.

Call me odd, as I’m sure many will, but I was probably trying to knit fog the last time we had a total eclipse here in the UK on August 11, 1999. I have the vaguest recollection of everything going pitch black, but I wouldn’t call it one of those ‘defining’ moments in the history of my life, probably because my general reaction to almost everything is “So what”!

This is an aspect of my neurodivergence few understand. Very little phases me in reality, as I’ve grown to accept that all manner of things happen and it’s all part and parcel of life, and to focus on the solution rather than the problem. As I recall, it was Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein’s ‘Concept of Language’ that nowadays empowers solution-based therapists to enable clients using what Wittgenstein called ‘Language Games’.

While I’m by no means an authority on Wittgenstein, my understanding is that he explained language as a means to describe, explain, and justify by combining logic, mathematics, ethics, and the mind to revolutionise the way we understand language and apply it in everyday use.

“it ain’t what you say, it’s the way that you say it, and the context in which you say it. Words are how you use them.” From ‘Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus’. 1922.

Solution-focused, to cut an entire thesis short, concentrates on using skills, strategies and ideas - rather than focusing on the problem, and for me, at least, this means the ability to detach myself emotionally; in some ways, from a good few of life’s trials and tribulations, while also being heavily persuaded by the Buddhist philosophy of emotional detachment, and the release from desire and suffering. Basically, if it’s neither practical nor logical I won’t generally see any reason for doing it - as further explained in greater detail within the pages of my book ‘The Sexual Philanthropist’ on Amazon/Kindle.

I'll quickly move on following that unashamedly blatant plug for my 4-star-rated book to other current matters that make absolutely no sense whatsoever to my logical mind.

Take, for instance, the mind-boggling simpletons who shouldn’t even be allowed to breathe the same air as the rest of us. I know I’ve spoken of this in previous blog posts, however, while these people remain everything possible that’s wrong with the world and humanity I may well continue. So there! Again, I’ll refer you to my book for greater exploration. However, for now, my attention was recently drawn to a drug gang that was sentenced after police discovered over a hundred thousand pounds worth of Class A and B drugs.

Now, while I’m no Einstein - and never will be as long as the Earth remains flat (if you don’t know my humour by now you never will), to any rational person the fact that people with no visible means to support the ownership of luxury watches and other designer goods who then get caught by the police and unable to explain such ownership make two short planks look like the most sophisticated computer system on the planet. Any crime writer worth their salt will tell you that the cleverest people keep a very low profile and don’t display any outward signs of suddenly coming into money, bar winning the lottery.

Then there’s another recent story about a man in his late twenties who cut his wife’s body into 200 pieces. Now, while I don’t wish to make light of such a horrific murder, the very fact that he used his phone to search the internet for “How to dispose of a dead body”, "What benefits can I get if my wife dies" and "Does God forgive murder" does leave any rational person thinking as to what type of cretin would use their own phone instead of a burner to access such information. There again, maybe it’s just me from watching way too many crime dramas on the internet for my own good.

Like yourself, none of these compute with me at all.

As with a Swastika at a pro-Palestinian march.

Palestinian activists target the NHS as health services HQ bombarded.

The utterly ridiculous ‘Hate Crime’ law in Scotland.

Spoiled brat kidults who deface property in the name of protest.

Need I go further?