Homo Moronicus

Homo Moronicus

Science has classified us

Homo Sapiens,

Indicating our thought.

Thought, thought about

Earned an extra sapiens.

Homo Sapiens Sapiens

Science names things,

Studies things,

Pontificates.

I we continue

To accept everything

Science pontificates,

Please re-classify us

Homo Moronicus.

Oh for God's sake!

I logged on to write a blog, and now it's gone right out of my mind!

What is wrong with all these site that they have to get a "new look" just about everytime I log on! Now, there is a new "share" button...

I've got to spend the time I was going to write in learning how to use this blessed  "new share"! All! my followers (0!) will be really disappointed not to read a good piece of my mind about our insane politicians, "loaning!" money to the EU to prop up the Euro, when we are virtually bankrupt ourselves! What's are we going to do - borrow the money from China? Or just make it up for ourselves? It's all just illusory numbers on a computer - little bits of paper backed by - nothing......!

Oh for God's sake

Medical science on "diet" sucks

I've been looking for proof that ham and bacon cause bowel cancer. Well - there is none I can find - not any allowable for a mere ordinary person to read. I did find a lot of studies on other eating habits - involving thousands of people with who filled in questionnaires? about their food.One wonders how other influences (other than eating habits) are accounted for. Diet must be a very difficult science to study - and maybe that is why we are faced with varying and conflicting 'results'.

Colonic cancer is rare in primitive populations. In western populations it was uncommon in the past, but now accounts for about 3% of all deaths. We study diet to explain its rise - but what about dish washing liquids - detergents?

When I was little, Grandma (we lived with grandma for quite a few years), collected up bits of sunlight soap, with which we washed clothes and dishes, and put them in a mutton cloth bag. When granddad washed up after a meal, he swizzled the bag in the hot water in a basin in the sink. If we had had fish, he always washed the plates and cutlery twice, and he rinsed it all after washing. I can remember really grey, greasy water in the washing up bowl!

When I first married, we could buy a sort of plastic swizzle device which you could fill with bits of soap - or use a round, bright red dish washing soap re-fill. One always battled with the grease! But that was the old days when bowel cancer was rare....So when detergent became available it seemed like a gift from heaven - amazing science again!

But just like the foot X-ray machines I looked at my feet in disappeared from shoe shops when we learned better - maybe re-assessing the effect cleaning materials have on us would be an excellent scientific study! But who would PAY?

We have become truly stupid.

I don't feel comfortable with the new “hands off” approach to bringing up children. There's something sick about it.

Children are growing up in an unnatural strained artificial world where society, teachers and parents use emotional abuse instead of physical contact. A short sharp smack is now “abuse”. I told someone my Granny once washed my mouth out with soap when I said the word “fuck” - she exclaimed “Oh – that was ABUSE!” Well to me it wasn't - my friends got the same treatment – and it stopped me saying it till I grew up. 

But, I'm going to say it again – Granny is dead so my mouth is safe! In those old days we called what happens now, mind fucking – emotional abuse, the wielding of power by cold, non-physical manipulations of behaviour that seem, to me, makes children and young people far more alienated from love than a smack, a cuddle or a mouthwash ever did.

I got this as an email – we have become truly stupid.

SCHOOL - 1957 vs. 2010 

Scenario :
Johnny and Mark get into a fight after school. 

1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up best friends. 

2010 - Police called, arrests Johnny and Mark.. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it. Both children go to anger management programs for 3 months. School governors hold meeting to implement bullying prevention programmes 

Scenario :
Robbie won't be still in class, disrupts other students. 

1957 - Robbie sent to office and given 6 of the best by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again. 

2010 - Robbie given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADHD. Robbie's parents get fortnightly disability payments and School gets extra funding from government because Robbie has a disability. 

Scenario :
Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt. 

1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman. 

2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. 

Scenario :
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school. 

1957 - Mark gets glass of water from Principal to take aspirin with. 

2010 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug taking. Car searched for drugs and weapons. 


Scenario :
Johnny takes apart leftover fireworks from Guy Fawkes night, puts them in a paint tin & blows up a wasp's nest. 

1957 - Wasps die. 

2010- Police & Anti-Terrorism Squad called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, investigate parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated. Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again. 

Scenario :
Johnny falls while running during morning break and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary . Mary hugs him to comfort him. 

1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing. 

2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.

The Green Thing - don't blame us - Who are the mugs?

I thought this was absolutely great when I got it as an e-mail, so I am posting it exactly as I recieved it. 

The Green Thing - don't blame us - Who are the mugs?
In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologised to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, coke bottles and beer bottles to the corner shop. They sent them back to the factory to be washed and sterilised and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the corner shop and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two hundred yards into town. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have disposables. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new logoed clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house - not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Kent . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the post, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so thatwe didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerised gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest Dominos Pizza.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person.

Remember: Don't make old People mad.
We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.

Real litter, real refuse....

There is good refuse

I grew up in Africa - real poverty, exists there. People who live in real poverty don't notice litter as an eyesore. Waste dumps and landfills are a resource. And refuse, sustains them. Refuse is a real boon to those who have little and who ingeniously use it.

It is only our Western culture, marinated in affluence, brainwashed by advertising and the media, that throws away at a whim. By comparison, it appears disgusting.

There is bad refuse

In our arrogance we bury our nuclear waste in that which sustains us. We leave our refuse in space too. We are hemming ourselves into our own planet with layers of orbiting space junk. Without concern for the life on planet Earth we litter plutonium, nuclear waste and atmospheric pollutants to get our astonishing technology to Mars. We are PROUD of ourselves.

By comparison, it IS disgusting.

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