Move along. Nothing to see, know, learn, research or face realistically with serious and sustained actions here.

From Sunday August 26 2007, and modified. Apologies for the lack of posting. I’m in the middle of an acting course and a house renovation. I’m also building a time machine and learning to play the ukulele. No, not really. I’m not learning the ukulele.

I have often mentioned to my Japanese wife that many people are specialists, but these same specialists can sometimes seem almost oddly unaware and incurious of a lot that’s outside of their particular field. And some are not even that good at their alleged specialty. Maybe due to a narrow specialisation! Who knows? Of course being a middle aged guy, I have repeated this point a little too often, thus specialising in boring my wife.

My wife has noted without any notes, how the Samurai had to be good at a wide range of disparate and curiously complimentary skills, such as flower arranging and sword fighting skills.

“Hey Nobu! Look at my roses and while ya at it, take out the guy on the left!”

It made the dears rather highly attuned and uniquely hardened, but like bamboo, kind of flexible to a rather harsh reality. Therefore all the more able to function spontaneously and to adapt to the demands of a relentlessly real, asymmetrical warfare. Plus the art of not just survival, but of crushing victory. Life or death as Dr Johnson noted, are very mind focusing choices. Or should be.

Of course it ain’t so common to do the Samurai thing today. But then, ritual suicide has lost much of its allure, both as a party trick or as a fun filled and light hearted afternoon.

This is partly why I’m not always in awe of some of the folks ya supposed to be impressed with, because even though they have the title and papers, they may not be so er, good per se. Don’t get me wrong, I admire greatly the many people who are far better than I can ever be. In fact, I’m positively bursting with admiration! Though the ill suited and incompetent are as convincing as a dentist with bad teeth. Or a blogger that few read. Er hum, ah, um.

Dear sports, daily global Islamic terrorism is an empirical and immediae reality, unless one is a Left infected boob. Then nothing is real but fantasy.

The humanly flawed scale of the free, Democratic and Capitalist West, with human rights won in blood, is in serious and mortal peril. No, really. Now would I kid you? We’re in the middle of an extended, undeclared and bizarrely denied World War IV. WWIII being the Cold War, with today neither a Winston Churchill nor General Patton in sight.

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