Thursday, 24 April 2008
...Life has been somewhat turbulent recently - and I have had neither the time, energy, enthusiasm or inclination to post anything ; even if I have spent the odd few minutes elsewhere, maybe commenting on a blog post; and invariably when I did it was somewhat belligerently if I was irked or disagreed with a viewpoint.
I apologise to all the regular visitors; and hope that normal service will be resumed as soon as possible ; but please bear with me - it may seem ridiculously petty but attempting to get finances to renovate the house, work turmoil , family illnesses and ultimately our car being stolen last weekend ; have left us completely drained and ravaged. I feel pretty guilty that so much upheaval and stress can be caused by such irrelevancies ; but there we go - I'm shallow !
Anyway will probably start blogging with earnest tomorrow...
Friday, 11 April 2008
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Monday, 7 April 2008
Now the first really spurious claims are from 1066 when Saxon Edgar Aetheling was pronounced king instead of William the Conqueror. There was a massive hunt for his descendants last year , and one could surmse that it is tenable that across the globe a direct descendant exists ; but this was all really resolved when Saxon and Norman lines were united in the person of Henry II , grandson of Henry I and his wife Matilda, daughter of Queen Margaret of Scotland who was the daughter of Edward the Exile, son of Edmund Ironside, who was the son of Aethelred the Unready and elder brother of Edward the Confessor.
Next comes the claim that Edward Earl of March was not the legitimate son of Richard , 3rd Duke of York ; and even if he was, his marriage to Elizabeth Woodville was bigamous. In either case the succession fell to his brother George, Duke of Clarence [yes the Malmsey wine guy]
Edward III of England
Lionel of Antwerp, 1st Duke of Clarence, third son of Edward III
Philippa Plantagenet, 5th Countess of Ulster, only child of Lionel
Roger Mortimer, 4th Earl of March, first son of Philippa
Anne de Mortimer, first daughter, third line of Roger
Richard Plantagenet, 3rd Duke of York, only son of Anne
George Plantagenet, 1st Duke of Clarence, third son (second "legitimate" son) of Richard
Margaret Pole, 8th Countess of Salisbury, second daughter, fourth line of George
Henry Pole, 1st Baron Montagu, first son of Margaret
Catherine Hastings, first daughter, second line of Henry
George Hastings, 4th Earl of Huntingdon, second son of Catherine
Francis Hastings, only son of George
Henry Hastings, 5th Earl of Huntingdon, only son of Francis
Ferdinando Hastings, 6th Earl of Huntingdon, oldest son of Henry
Theophilus Hastings, 7th Earl of Huntingdon, only son of Ferdinando
Theophilus Hastings, 9th Earl of Huntingdon, second son of Theophilus
Elizabeth Rawdon, 16th Baroness Botreaux, only daughter, second line of Theophilus, 9th Earl
Francis Rawdon-Hastings, 1st Marquess of Hastings, first son of Elizabeth
George Rawdon-Hastings, 2nd Marquess of Hastings, eldest legitimate son of Francis
Edith Rawdon-Hastings, 10th Countess of Loudoun, first daughter, third line of George
Paulyn Francis Cuthbert Rawdon-Hastings, second son of Edith
Edith Maud Abney-Hastings, 12th Countess of Loudoun, first daughter, third line of Paulyn
Barbara Abney-Hastings, 13th Countess of Loudoun, first daughter, second line of Edith
Michael Abney-Hastings, 14th Earl of Loudoun, eldest son of Barbara
Note: This list excludes females from the crown. The precedent for female inheritance of the Crown would not have been set had George, Duke of Clarence inherited the crown. The principle that a woman could reign was only laid down by Henry VIII when he named Mary I as heir to the throne in 1525, and approved by Parliament by the First Succession Act which appointed Elizabeth I as heir. This line does, however, maintain the precedent of the right of a male to inherit via female line set by the succession of Henry II after he reclaimed the usurped crown from his cousin Stephen.
Now James I only had a claim to the throne via his descendency from Henry VII via his daughter [James's great-Grandmother [paternal and maternal] ] Margaret Tudor - but the Henry VIII's Third act of succession decreed the line of succession had to pass Margaret's younger sister Mary.
Had Elizabeth I upheld this and not decreed James I [VI] her successor; our present Queen would be Lady Caroline Ogilvy.
But I got an e-mail asking me to participate.
7 Non-Important things/habits/quirks about yourself:
a] I hate food - I seldom eat a cooked meal and live on caffeine and the odd cheese sandwich with a few vitamin pills to compensate. Practically starving in seminary and subsequently cooking for Nicky and the kids over the years has given me an aversion to food and a total loss of appetite.
b] I'm a perfect specimen/guinea pig for the psychologists : Technically a genius with an IQ of 186 and a rare Myers-Briggs INFJ 'counsellor' class ; according to them I should be a renowned empathic academic. I'm most definitely not - I stack shelves !!! To the clinical psychologist I'm a fascinating enigma and they've spent dozens of hours assessing me - this usually results in their concluding I'm a frustrating quandary/anomaly - my last analyst retorted that I was better at his job than he was and that he [jokingly] wasn't sure whether he wanted to marry me or strangle me ! I was voted both at Uni and work as the 'person you'd most want to be trapped in a lift with'. I was also voted 'rear of the year' but I won't go into that...but I'm the kind of person you're not afraid to tell your darkest secrets to - strangers on trains regularly feel they can start a conversation with me. I once had a whole lower deck of strangers on a London bus debating the pro's and con's of polygamy , as I disembarked I got a standing ovation ; and my fellow students were astounded as a bus of all ages sexes and races went off into the distance waving at us - it really was surreal beyond imagining - half socratic dialogue:half ealing comedy.
c] I was a crook ! When Rowan was born Jamie was barely one , Nicky was ill, so we had to move near Nicky's parents . As penniless students I had to sneak onto the 5.02 a.m. London train from Southend and swap trains about 4/5 times [to ones that never checked tickets past a specific station ] to get to Uni. When I got to Uni I had no money for anything so how was I to survive ? I already worked evenings but that barely paid for two sets of nappies and baby milk/food - Nicky was ill with post-natal depression - we were screwed - I would have gone on the game if I could have afforded the red lightbulb [ Joke!] - so my London flatmates and I devised a scam - a pub quiz scam ! We pretended to be a registered 'yuppy' company which sold printed pre-prepared random questions for pub quizzes - we would send free 'sample questions' to the local pubs and clubs with the literature saying 'if you like our free samples - why not buy our inexpensive set quiz packs ?'
Of course they'd never buy quizzes - but they would certainly use the free questions - they did - and who'd be there as a pubquiz team ? who knew all the answers ? and who would win the £50 prize money ? We'll either burn in hell or spend a few millennia in purgatory for it ; but I cannot believe we got away with it . We weren't like international jewel thieves or gangsters - but it did mean we weren't filling our pockets with sausages and bacon from the university cafeteria breakfast to eat in the evening , or picking the mould off the bread to make toast or living off cornflakes with water instead of milk for a few months...
d] I have a few more holes in my body than most people - a triangle sawn out of my jaw, a bolt hole through my shin, hole in my knee where my lower leg was sewn back on , two scarred puncture wounds in my hand - no I do not look like frankenstein's monster - I'm just accident-prone.
e] I was asked to be a labour intern with the future 'promise' of a safe labour parliamentary seat.
One too many overhead projector presentations in Transport House on the 'clintonization of british politics and the formation of New Labour' ; together with the death of John Smith and the idiotic election of that [expletive deleted] Blair ; had me running for the hills.
f] I have got to be one of the worst time-keeper's on the planet - I'm either late for everything or arrive hours [on occasion days] early for things ; My memory is utterly ridiculous -say a string of twenty numbers and I'll remember them , ask me to immediately repeat even a short sentence verbatim and I'll completely recompose it ; I can remember the 'gist' of conversations from thirty years ago , but ask me to repeat a sentence from five minutes ago and I'll have restructured it into a completely differently worded encounter - I'll remember the exact reasoning and logic in it down to the minutest subtle nuance - but the words used ? Never !
My mind spends a lot of the time trying to work out how and why I know the things I know or make the decisions I've already made. All too often I'll know the answer to something but have no idea how I know it , or why I have made a reasoned judgment call on making a decision - but done it so quickly I have to go back and reflect on how I made the decision after it's been made ;my mind's on broadband , but my memory is definitely old modem dial-up. The right answer will come out of my mouth sometimes five minutes before I can explain why I know it's the right answer. It's pretty scary sometimes.
g] I'm an Austrian Count ; My Father's a Scottish Laird. Does it mean I have money ? Well for the past week I've had less than eighty pence in my pocket - and that went on coffee at work.
Every time the Grand National rears its ugly head all five of us place our pound bets:
Jonathan went for Turko as it reminded him of a character from one of his favourite comedy programmes 'Scrubs'.
Nicky and Jamie independently picked the same horse : D'argent [spooky - maybe a good omen ?]
Then somewhat eerily and defiant of the probability experts ; Rowan and I proceeded to do exactly the same thing - We chose to bet on the same horse - Comply or Die - The Winner !!!
The Rule is any winnings are spent enjoyably; but recklessly....
Rowan's getting the hilarious cartoon series'Home Movies' season 1 with her £9 winnings...
...and I'm buying an L plushy - what's a plushy ? A soft toy model .
L is the young master detective [Think Columbo/Porfiry/Sherlock but barefoot with a penchant for ultra-sweet tea and patisserie] from the gloriously over the top japanese supernatural thriller anime series "Deathnote" - If you haven't heard about it yet ; it's heading for these shores soon and it's going to be big.
Sunday, 6 April 2008
It is rather like saying that cutting off King Charles' head was one of the most elegant of the Cavalier fashions in hair-dressing. It is like saying that decapitation is an advance on dentistry. It may or may not be right to cut off the King's head; it may or may not be right to cut off your own head when you have the toothache. But anybody ought to be able to see that if we once simplify things by head cutting we can do without hair-cutting; that it will be needless to practise dentistry on the dead or philanthropy on the unborn--or the unbegotten. So it is not a provision for our descendants to say that the destruction of our descendants will render it unnecessary to provide them with anything. It may be that it is only destruction in the sense of negation; and it may be that few of our descendants may be allowed to survive. But it is obvious that the negation is a piece of mere pessimism, opposing itself to the more optimistic notion that something can be done for the whole family of man. Nor is it surprising to anybody who can think, to discover that this is exactly what really happened.
The story began with Godwin, the friend of Shelley, and the founder of so many of the social hopes that are called revolutionary. Whatever we think of his theory in detail, he certainly filled the more generous youth of his time with that thirst for social justice and equality which is the inspiration of Socialism and other ideals. What is even more gratifying, he filled the wealthy old men of his time with pressing and enduring terror, and about three-quarters of the talk of Tories and Whigs of that time consists of sophistries and excuses invented to patch up a corrupt compromise of oligarchy against the appeal to fraternity and fundamental humanity made by men like Godwin and Shelley.
Malthus: An answer to Godwin
The old oligarchs would use any tool against the new democrats; and one day it was their dismal good luck to get hold of a tool called Malthus. Malthus wrote avowedly and admittedly an answer to Godwin. His whole dreary book was only intended to be an answer to Godwin. Whereas Godwin was trying to show that humanity might be made happier and more humane, Malthus was trying to show that humanity could never by any possibility be made happier or more humane. The argument he used was this: that if the starving man were made tolerably free or fairly prosperous, he would marry and have a number of children, and there would not be food for all. The inference was, evidently, that he must be left to starve. The point about the increase of children he fortified by a fantastically mathematical formula about geometrical progression, which any living human being can dearly see is inapplicable to any living thing. Nothing depending on the human will can proceed by geometrical progression, and population certainly does not proceed by anything of the sort.
But the point is here, that Malthus meant his argument as an argument against all social reform. He never thought of using it as anything else, except an argument against all social reform. Nobody else ever thought in those more logical days of using it as anything but an argument against social reform. Malthus even used it as an argument against the ancient habit of human charity. He warned people against any generosity in the giving of alms. His theory was always thrown as cold water on any proposal to give the poor man property or a better status. Such is the noble story of the birth of Birth Control.
The only difference is this: that the old capitalists were more sincere and more scientific, while the modem capitalists are more hypocritical and more hazy. The rich man of l850 used it in theory for the oppression of the poor. The rich man of 1927 will only use it in practice for the oppression of the poor. Being incapable of theory, being indeed incapable of thought, he can only deal in two things: what he calls practicality and what I call sentimentality. Not being so much of a man as Malthus, he cannot bear to be a pessimist, so he becomes a sentimentalist. He mixes up this old plain brutal idea (that the poor must be forbidden to breed) with a lot of slipshod and sickly social ideals and promises which are flatly incompatible with it. But he is after all a practical man, and he will be quite as brutal as his forbears when it comes to practice. And the practical upshot of the whole thing is plain enough. If he can prevent his servants from having families, he need not support those families Why the devil should he?
A Simple Test
If anybody doubts that this is the very simple motive, let him test it by the very simple statements made by the various Birth-Controllers like the Dean of St. Paul's. They never do say that we suffer from a too bountiful supply of bankers or that cosmopolitan financiers must not have such large families. They do not say that the fashionable throng at Ascot wants thinning, or that it is desirable to decimate the people dining at the Ritz or the Savoy. Though, Lord knows, if ever a thing human could look like a sub-human jungle, with tropical flowers and very poisonous weeds, it is the rich crowd that assembles in a modern Americanized hotel.
But the Birth-Controllers have not the smallest desire to control that jungle. It is much too dangerous a jungle to touch. It contains tigers. They never do talk about a danger from the comfortable classes, even from a more respectable section of the comfortable classes. The Gloomy Dean is not gloomy about there being too many Dukes; and naturally not about there being too many Deans. He is not primarily annoyed with a politician for having a whole population of poor relations, though places and public salaries have to be found for all the relations. Political Economy means that everybody except politicians must be economical.
The Birth-Controller does not bother about all these things, for the perfectly simple reason that it is not such people that he wants to control. What he wants to control is the populace, and he practically says so. He always insists that a workman has no right to have so many children, or that a slum is perilous because it is producing so many children. The question he dreads is "Why has not the workman a better wage? Why has not the slum family a better house?" His way of escaping from it is to suggest, not a larger house but a smaller family. The landlord or the employer says in his hearty and handsome fashion: "You really cannot expect me to deprive myself of my money. But I will make a sacrifice, I will deprive myself of your children."
One of a Class
Meanwhile, as the Malthusian attack on democratic hopes slowly stiffened and strengthened all the reactionary resistance to reform in this country, other forces were already in the field. I may remark in passing that Malthus, and his sophistry against all social reform, did not stand alone. It was one of a whole class of scientific excuses invented by the rich as reasons for denying justice to the poor, especially when the old superstitious glamour about kings and nobles had faded in the nineteenth century. One was talking about the Iron Laws of Political Economy, and pretending that somebody had proved somewhere, with figures on a slate, that injustice is incurable. Another was a mass of brutal nonsense about Darwinism and a struggle for life, in which the devil must catch the hindmost. As a fact it was struggle for wealth, in which the devil generally catches the foremost. They all had the character of an attempt to twist the new tool of science to make it a weapon for the old tyranny of money.
But these forces, though powerful in a diseased industrial plutocracy. were not the only forces even in the nineteenth century. Towards the end of that century, especially on the Continent, there was another movement going on, notably among Christian Socialists and those called Catholic Democrats and others. There is no space to describe it here; its interest lies in being the exact reversal of the order of argument used by the Malthusian and the Birth-Controller. This movement was not content with the test of what is called a Living Wage. It insisted specially on what it preferred to call a Family Wage. In other words, it maintained that no wage is just or adequate unless it does envisage and cover the man, not only considered as an individual, but as the father of a normal and reasonably numerous family. This sort of movement is the true contrary of Birth Control and both will probably grow until they come into some tremendous controversial collision. It amuses me to reflect on that big coming battle, and to remember that the more my opponents practise Birth Control, the fewer there will be of them to fight us on that day.
What I cannot get my opponents in this matter to see, in the strange mental confusion that covers the question, is the perfectly simple fact that these two claims, whatever else they are, are contrary claims. At the very beginning of the whole discussion stands the elementary fact that limiting families is a reason for lowering wages and not a reason for raising them. You may like the limitation for other reasons, as you may dislike it for other reasons. You may drag the discussion off to entirely different questions, such as, whether wives in normal homes are slaves. You may compromise out of consideration for the employer or for some other reason, and meet him half-way by taking half a loaf or having half a family. But the claims are in principle opposite. It is the whole truth in that theory of the class war about which the newspapers talk such nonsense. The full claim of the poor would be to have what they considered a full-sized family. If you cut this down to suit wages you make a concession to fit the capitalist conditions. The practical application I shall mention in a moment; I am talking now about the primary logical contradiction. If the two methods can be carried out, they can be carried out so as to contradict and exclude each other. One has no need of the other; one can dispense with or destroy the other. If you can make the wage larger, there is no need to make the family smaller. If you can make the family small, there is no need to make the wage larger. Anyone may judge which the ruling capitalist will probably prefer to do. But if he does one, he need not do the other.
There is of course a great deal more to be said. I have dealt with only one feature of Birth Control--its exceedingly unpleasant origin. I said it was purely capitalist and reactionary; I venture to say I have proved it was entirely capitalist and reactionary. But there are many other aspects of this evil thing. It is unclean in the light of the instincts; it is unnatural in relation to the affections; it is part of a general attempt to run the populace on a routine of quack medicine and smelly science; it is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands; it is ignorant of the very existence of real households where prudence comes by free-will and agreement. It has all those aspects, and many of them would be extraordinarily interesting to discuss. But in order not to occupy too much space, I will take as a text nothing more than the title.
A Piece of Humbug
The very name of "Birth Control" is a piece of pure humbug. It is one of those blatant euphemisms used in the headlines of the Trust Press. It is like "Tariff Reform." It is like "Free Labour." It is meant to mean nothing, that it may mean anything, and especially some thing totally different from what it says. Everybody believes in birth control, and nearly everybody has exercised some control over the conditions of birth. People do not get married as somnambulists or have children in their sleep. But throughout numberless ages and nations, the normal and real birth control is called self control. If anybody says it cannot is possibly work, I say it does. In many classes, in many countries where these quack nostrums are unknown, populations of free men have remained within reasonable limits by sound traditions of thrift and responsibility. In so far as there is a local evil of excess, it comes with all other evils from the squalor and despair of our decaying industrialism. But the thing the capitalist newspapers call birth control is not control at all. It is the idea that people should be, in one respect, completely and utterly uncontrolled, so long as they can evade everything in the function that is positive and creative, and intelligent and worthy of a free man. It is a name given to a succession of different expedients, (the one that was used last is always described as having been dreadfully dangerous) by which it is possible to filch the pleasure belonging to a natural process while violently and unnaturally thwarting the process itself.
The nearest and most respectable parallel would be that of the Roman epicure, who took emetics at intervals all day so that he might eat five or six luxurious dinners daily. Now any man's common sense, unclouded by newspaper science and long words, will tell him at once that an operation like that of the epicures is likely in the long run even to be bad for his digestion and pretty certain to be bad for his character. Men left to themselves gave sense enough to know when a habit obviously savours of perversion and peril. And if it were the fashion in fashionable circles to call the Roman expedient by the name of "Diet Control," and to talk about it in a lofty fashion as merely "the improvement of life and the service of life" (as if it meant no more than the mastery of man over his meals), we should take the liberty of calling it cant and saying that it had no relation to the reality in debate.
The fact is, I think, that I am in revolt against the conditions of industrial capitalism and the advocates of Birth Control are in revolt against the conditions of human life. What their spokesmen can possibly mean by saying that I wage a "class war against mothers" must remain a matter of speculation. If they mean that I do the unpardonable wrong to mothers of thinking they will wish to continue to be mothers, even in a society of greater economic justice and civic equality, then I think they are perfectly right. I doubt whether mothers could escape from motherhood into Socialism. But the advocates of Birth Control seem to want some of them to escape from it into capitalism. They seem to express a sympathy with those who prefer "the right to earn outside the home" or (in other words) the right to be a wage-slave and work under the orders of a total stranger because he happens to be a richer man. By what conceivable contortions of twisted thought this ever came to be considered a freer condition than that of companionship with the man she has herself freely accepted, I never could for the life of me make out. The only sense I can make of it is that the proletarian work, though obviously more senile and subordinate than the parental, is so far safer and more irresponsible because it is not parental. I can easily believe that there are some people who do prefer working in a factory to working in a family; for there are always some people who prefer slavery to freedom, and who especially prefer being governed to governing someone else. But I think their quarrel with motherhood is not like mine, a quarrel with inhuman conditions, but simply a quarrel with life. Given an attempt to escape from the nature of things, and I can well believe that it might lead at last to something like "the nursery school for our children staffed by other mothers and single women of expert training."
I will add nothing to that ghastly picture, beyond speculating pleasantly about the world in which women cannot manage their own children but can manage each other's. But I think it indicates an abyss between natural and unnatural arrangements which would have to be bridged before we approached what is supposed to be the subject of discussion.
Cardinal Arinze: Vatican stalwart par excellence [Malachi Martin even had him as one of the two potential popes to save the world at the end of one of his novels]
One of my minor claims to fame is that he once commented about the length of my hair and suggested I should lose it. maybe if the comments had been made to my face I might have been cheeky enough to say if a pony tail was good enough for Our Lord, then...? [ref the Turin shroud]
Anyway I know the final part of this interview is on Fr Ray Blake's blog ; but it is just sooooooooo cool it should be listened to from the start : Here's pt one , just follow the links for the rest AND why not try out the little theology of the body piece by the same youtube posters [lovely family with the cutest kid]
The Blair has spoken :
Just how many abject heresies, heterodoxies, apostasies, relativisms, pragmatisms etc he resorted to [I won't say lowered himself to] during his Westminster lecture I will leave the rest of you to deduce.
It's very hard to love one's neighbour when they come in the colour of our beloved ex-PM. Basically it's a "let's all agree to disagree but have a group hug anyway"
To him faith is a great thing - of course it doesn't matter if it's true or not - and if we try to live according to our beliefs it must never ruffle anyone's feathers or impinge on anyone else's rights. The speech [of course] repulsed and sickened me - I expected nothing else from the blessed 'Tone' ; whom I have already stated on many occasions on this site wouldn't know what catholicism was if it bit him on the bum : besides which, I'm waiting for a confirmation that his repentance of sins at his reception into the Church included his Anti-Life conspiracy and his mendacious warmongering.
...From s.p.u.c. president John Smeaton's 11th January letter to Tony Blair
The Catholic Church teaches that “In the case of an intrinsically
unjust law, such as a law permitting abortion or euthanasia, it is…never licit to obey it,
or to ‘take part in a propaganda campaign in favour of such a law, or to vote for it’”.
(Evangelium Vitae, 73)
We would therefore be most grateful if, in the light of your reception into the Catholic
church, you would tell us if you now repudiate:
-voting in 1990 for abortion up to birth three times during Parliamentary debates on what became the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Act 1990;
-personally endorsing your government’s policy of supplying abortion and birth control drugs and devices to schoolgirls as young as 11 without parental knowledge or consent;
-your government introducing legislation which has led to a law which allows, and in certain circumstances requires, doctors to starve and dehydrate to death vulnerable patients;
-your government’s commitment to the promotion of abortion on demand as a universal fundamental human right.
-personally championing destructive experiments on human embryos.