23/10/12
I have had to do my own writing (fair enough),
my own printing, editing, formatting, designing, publishing, promoting, etc.,
with no assistance, financially or otherwise, and certainly no encouragement, but
I have persevered in spite of everything and the results are not usually
displeasing to me, despite working within very difficult and trying
circumstances. I don't care what anybody else thinks, least of all in
The paradox of females is that they are or can
be physically attractive but mentally negative (I would even go so far as to
say that the more physically attractive the woman the more, conversely, is she
likely to be mentally negative) –
a highly dangerous combination that ensures the male's downfall and, as a rule,
subordination to their reproductive needs. Like it or not, you can only get
drawn, by appearances, into something you will subsequently regret –
namely, a mind at variance with essence (soul) as well, once quantity
supersedes appearance, as with quality (ego), thereby negating everything male.
Wisdom counsels one, as a male adult, to avoid
this fate, but wisdom is worthless and useless without a prior commitment to
grace, and grace is precisely what, in religious terms, Western civilization
– with the exception of certain exceptional individuals - has always
lacked.
Sharing with others (never mind the fact of
incompatible ethnicities) – the hoover (when
there is one!), the kitchen (way too small and chock-a-block), the bathroom
(with shower and bath combined), the toilet (with ill-fitting seat that slides
and wobbles), the washing machine (small and stinky), the oven (overburdened by
other people's cooking utensils), the electric kettle (grimy and overworked),
the landing (filthy), the stairs (creaky), the hallway (narrow and full of
clutter), the front door (with damaged lock from overuse), the back garden
(such as it is), the rubbish bins (full to overflowing), etc., etc., is hell.
And it is in this hell, riddled with neighbour animosities and dislikes, that
one is expected to carry-on acting like a normal citizen (though as an Irish
citizen in
