Monday, May 31, 2004

Interview With God

What if you were interviewed by God? What would you ask? What would you say?

For me, it'd be simple stuff....

Sunday, May 16, 2004

US Hostage Beheading

You know, I searched all night and all day to see if I could get a copy of the video showing the beheading of the US hostage in Iraq. I got one.

I know I should be concerned or worried, but I watched this guy get his head sawn off, complete with sound and vision, by animals in Iraq. And to be honest, I wasn't sickened, or horrified, or disgusted. Yes, it was poor quality video, but I watched a man get savagely beheaded and my reaction has me worried. I'm non-plussed. I'll probably sleep well again tonight. Yet this has to be the most inhumane and barbaric thing I've ever witnessed. Is it because I'm numb to man's inhumanity to man? Is it because I've become used to watching the videos, the movies, the pics and vids emailed to me by friends who revel in trying to shock their addressees? I mean, I'm a loving, sensitive father (I think), and a humanitarian guy who truly has a positive, responsible attitude. But why doesn't this worry me? I desperately want to be disgusted by this vile act; this disgusting and un-godly crime. But I'm not. Why?

I had a tough upbringing. I was emotionally and physically brutalised by my mother, my sister and my father. But I have three great kids and a wife, and by other's admission, I'm doting, loving and kindly. Then why can't I be moved by what has to be the most brutal act I've ever witnessed?

Thursday, May 13, 2004

My Neighbour's Cat

My mate's next door neighbour was an elderly lady, and had owned the same cat for 15 years. When the cat was young, it would inevitably piss in the house, only to have it's nose rubbed in it, and be thrown out the laundry window by the scruff of the neck. This went on for years.

One day, my mate went over to see how the old lady was. She was in the laundry, hands on hips, shaking her head. The cat had once again soiled the same spot on which it had done so throughout the years. As my mate stood there, the cat appeared from a side door, and the old lady started her normal routine of castigating the damned cat. This time, the old lady didn't have to do a single thing. My mate stood in awe as the cat furiously ran towards the pile of crap, shoved it's nose deep inside the filthy pile, and tossed itself out the laundry window. Well, that in itself was funny enough, but what really entertained my mate as he watched the cat head towards the window, was the fact that the lady had just installed fly screens....

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

On the first day.....

Yep, new to Blogger. But I've been checking this out for quite a while, though haven't had a chance to set a Blog up.

I will be posting some pretty amazing stuff. Life stuff. Because life is amazing for some. And the experiences of my life hold no currency for me, so I want to share them with whoever may find value for them.

I am anonymous for good reason. Not even Samuel Pepys (the famous diarist of 1500) could allow his name to be divulged. He worked in important circles. I may well also...or may not. But you can sure as hell bet that the day I put my name to my posts, someone will find a libel dollar in it. Not to say that my posts will be libellous. It's just the nature of the beast to find opportunities to be offended, to be indignant, or vengeful, or assertive. You'll see what I mean.

My life has been all over the place. I've wandered. Not from my home here in Australia, but within my own mindspace. I was an abused child. Sexually, psychologically, emotionally, and physically. I was never respected as a child, and that lack of internal decent self image impacted all my future dealings with people. Somehow, I managed to get married, have three fantastically warm, intelligent and carefree kids, and eck out a semi-satisfying professional career. So, my blogs will be a continuance of my most cathartic coping mechanism...purging by word.

You WILL enjoy....