Bill Cosby

I will get this out of the way first. I hate Bill Cosby. I know that is a pretty strong statement to make about a person you have never met in person, so to speak. But disgust is a great description of what I feel whenever I see his image.

Person-firsters get the kick in the balls of a lifetime.

I was on my way to a court hearing today (Wednesday 17 of July) when one of my Fudgebook friends sent me a link in a message. The link pointed me to this document by Lisa Egan. I wish to comment about it some, but first, I would like anyone who is reading this document but has not read that one to go and read that one. Take your time, I do not mind waiting for your attention, because what Lisa has written at that site is one of the best things I have read in a long time.

The verdict (no, not that one).

Before we begin, let me tell you something. I am not going to pretty up what I have to say with political correctness or blanks. This is because I want to properly express my impression of the mindset behind the violent criminal act I am speculating about. If this bothers you, go elsewhere, please.

Publicised trials are a funny thing. In spits and spats, the public are doused in grim, puzzling, or even stupid details from the trial’s progress. And after months or even years, a verdict is handed down that is pored over for years afterwards, with people speculating on what led to the result.

Dear Lieutenant General David Morrison

A little while ago, concerned about the rampant bullying and likely sexual assault of women serving in the Australian army, its chief, Lieutenant General David Morrison, issued a statement directed both at the Australian public and the officers or NCOs involved in the scandal. I will link his speech after the jump.

Music and culture war, part one of many

I cannot remember whether it was last night or sometime today, but I had the occasion to read this post through a Fudgebook link.

Compuslive behaviour

Whilst reading one essay on another site moons ago, I came across a statement so fundamentally true that its obviousness makes its elusiveness worrying. Pretty much all adherents to the sciences of understanding how people think follow one basic precept that can serve as a litmus test concerning the individual’s intelligence. Namely, our intellect serves our emotions, not the other way around.

I have moved. Again.

Okay. I am going to do something I have never done before and write a post on my ‘phone. This is not because I like the idea of doing so.