Cocaine

Did you know that the latest figures show that 875,000 people use cocaine in Britain every year at a cost of up to £100 pounds ($130} per gram?

Did you know that in Mexico in 2017 there were 29,000 drug- related murders, with civilians caught in the crossfire, and the demand fueled by Westerners with more money than sense?

Those using cocaine in the West need to know that, like it or not, they are complicit in the slaughter. If they all stopped, the death rate would almost certainly collapse. Drugs are contributing to murder and corruption, and British and America users seem unable to connect the drug war with their own self-indulgence. Shame on them!

Social media sours the soul

There’s no such thing as the season of goodwill when it comes to political debate on social media. It’s all about fury and outrage. Even when tweets are funny, you can taste the “anger inside the sugar coating of smug satire”. Rage is contagious – it spreads like an infection across online forums, which have a vested interest in stoking it. It’s part of what has been dubbed the “outrage economy”. Shrill, divisive opinions attract eyeballs and yield a “double payoff” for publishers and platforms, as posts are then shared by people who both agree and violently disagree with them. Sharers come to enjoy, even grow addicted to, this easy way of displaying righteous indignation.

And “so the cycle of provocation continues”, as people yield to the temptation to correct perceived wrongness with “a caustic retort” online and one side’s scratch becomes “the other side’s itch”. Any sense of empathy or curiosity is lost in the “riotous rhetoric of online dispute”. We can’t do without our devices, but now and then we desperately need to log off for a few days to regain a sense of perspective.
(Rafael Behr, The Guardian).

My comment: In the early days of Facebook I went onto it frequently, but quickly learned how negative most of the comment was, posted by people who want to put you down, with no idea of how to debate a topic. And now school children are anonymously shamed and denigrated. What started as a useful means of keeping in touch has become another form of battle, serving no one except the mean and inadequate. I never even glance at any of it, and Epicurus would probably have supported me. It must very seldom result in peace of mind.

A message from an evangelical christian

Message from a British evangelical christian

“I am British. Some while ago I visited the American South Western states, including Wyoming Colorado and Arizona, and was amazed at the lack of general knowledge among the people we met and with whom we had lovely conversations .

“May I suggest that the basic reason for the US evangelicals’ take on life is a function of ignorance rather than based on theology or personal experience or belief. From ignorance is born superstition and fear. In England evangelical Christians differentiate themselves from the rules and rituals of orthodox formal religion per se. That is why I call myself an evangelical, because I do not feel comfortable with rules and rituals and formal religion.

“An educated evangelical knows perfectly well that homosexuality has a basis in biology and therefore no one is to blame. They also know that if a girl has been raped then the kindest thing of all is to abort the baby, if that is what the mother wants. The raped girl comes first, in spite of the fact that any abortion is also a tragedy. Some may not agree with this but I believe that kindness and compassion comes first.”

This, an opinion from an evangelical Christian, who gets a little exasperated with some closed-minded, pious, and non-thinking fellow Christians.
(Contributed anonymously)

A poem

The Rueful Hippopotamus

Research now seems to indicate?
That hippos can communicate,
Like dolphins or the great blue whale,
With clicks. And thereby hangs a tale,
For they can hear beneath the water
Things on land they didn’t oughta;
And from the bank can hear what’s said
By colleagues on the river bed.

Imagine you’re a great bull hippo,
?Flumping down to take a dip-oh
In the greasy, grey Limpopo
With the girls in your seraglio.
You’ve had a hot and tiresome day
Chasing other males away.

You’ve gored them, left them sore and bleeding;
Now you are intent on breeding.
You’ve had your fill of the savannah.
You’re young, you’re fit, you’re top banana.
Why, every female hippolump
With big brown eyes and handsome rump
Is sure to swoon and yearn to be
The mother of your family.

Ah! Potty, with inviting lips;
And Mussy, with the sexy hips;
Heffy, with her nostrils flaring;
Lumpie, her whole midriff baring!
Yes, all will find you simply stunning.
Just one word and they’ll come running!
With thundering and galumphing stride,
You trundle to the riverside.
But nowhere, nowhere can you spy
Your eager hippopotamae.

And then to your acute dismay
You hear an amorata say,
Oh, dearie me, oh, what a shocker,
(Straight from Davey Jones’s locker,
Deep below the surface swirl:)
“He don’t know how to treat a girl.
I don’t expect no chocs or flowers,
Or sweet-talk that will last for hours.”

“But when in heat and I’m his squeeze,
I wish he’d simply add a ‘please’.
“I quite agree.” (another voice)
“I wish we girls could have a choice.
He’s rude and gruff and rather rough,
And isn’t even good at stuff.
He’d like to think he’s quite a stud
I’d much prefer to doze in mud.

(A third voice) “Yes, he’s humourless and brusque
And far too quick to use a tusk.
I too agree with both of you.
My preference is for a zoo.
At least in zoos you laze away
With three square, well-cooked meals a day.
And if you have to mate, o.k,
You do it on a Saturday
With hoards of visitors in sight-
They keep a hippo male polite.”

You’re shocked, you’re shattered, angry too.
Was this gossip aimed at you?
Such comments make a chap’s skin crawl.
You never fancied them at all!
And lest you lose your pride and face,
You move off to another place,
Flumping down to take a dip-oh
In the greasy, grey Limpopo.

More on ataraxia

The British philosopher and author Prof AC Grayling comments that “Passion suggests something active to us,” he says. “But if you look at the etymology of the term, it’s passive – it’s something that happens to you – like love or anger or lust – that was visited on you by the gods.

Unlike passion, you create ataraxia for “peace of mind, inner calm, strength”, Grayling says. “So when you face all the inevitables in life, all the shadows that are going to fall across life – such as losing people you care about, suffering grief, failing, making mistakes, feeling guilty – ataraxia is dealing with these shadows and is prepared for them.

But ataraxia is also learning how to relax and to have fun and making the most of each day. You need balance and harmony, especially during this covid period.