Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Twilight Zone, Orwell, and Huxley rolled into one....

What a great time it is to be alive.  It is a marvellous world in which we live.  It is awash with the ill-informed, and those whose intentions are likely good, but whose brains lack enough puff to achieve even the slightest impact, or make any type of a ripple in the pool of worthiness.  I turn on my television to see Cheltenham Girls High has apparently advised teachers to not use gender specific terms as 'ladies' or 'girls' when addressing the student body.  Whose brain child was this?  This is seriously the type of lame-arse policy that makes me fear those in charge have been fellating crack pipes.  A teacher COULD say, 'Settle down, class', or 'Get out your books, people' - I KNOW all that.  But truly, is there really anything wrong with saying, 'Okay girls, homework this evening will be....'?  Will the world spin off its axis and disintegrate if a student body comprised of the female gender are referred to as, you know, GIRLS?  Particularly given they are GIRLS!!! Yes, I am aware there is a chance that not all the student body will necessarily identify as female.  But I am sure students who are transgender or intersex will have enough common sense to be aware the school is primarily a girls' school, and 'girls' is a noun to describe the majority of the student population, and they're there to learn, and whilst I respect the rights of the transgendered community, I currently having an overriding respect for the right of my head to not explode with the sheer annoyance at the lunacy with which our senses appear to be assailed on a daily basis of late.

Not only that, a school in Elanora is introducing the 'silent cheer' policy, with no clapping to cater to those who might be noise sensitive.  Oh hell.  The only person I can think of who might be too noise sensitive to coherently function in an environment where some kids clap loudly for a few moments is Jamie Summers, aka The Bionic Woman, and well, technically, she doesn't really exist. 

I take back what I said at the beginning of this post.  It is not a marvellous world in which we live.  It's some kind of Twilight Zone-ish, Orwellian, Huxley-inspired nightmare and the lunatics are finally taking control of the asylum.

I might have to do some meditation again tonight to deal with the crapola.  My meditation last night went very well.  Whilst 'out', I actually kind of thought of a scene with my characters from my first ever novel, such scene to somehow be incorporated into what will hopefully soon be my work in progress.  The idea flowed with a serenity and naturalness that bordered on poetic.  I 'came to', and lounged in a very relaxed way on the large floor cushion upon which I was seated, and shared my experience with the other meditators.  I was full of joy, peace and hope when I left the premises where I do my meditation.  Then I got home and my kids sent my chakras into a tailspin.  And they repeated the performance tonight.

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