Sensing someone behind him he instinctively swung around and knocked his suspected assailant to the ground where they now lay face down and unmoving. Drawing his sword he pressed it into the stranger’s back making sure that its point would be felt and demanded to know why they had approached him so stealthily. Getting no response he apprehensively glanced around the clearing, deciding whether or not he should string his bow in case there were more attackers lurking in the surrounding forest. First he needed to make sure that body prone on the ground before him was not feigning unconsciousness. He kicked it so hard the body rolled over. Read more of this post
The Prosperity Index offers a unique insight into how prosperity is forming and changing across the world. Traditionally, a nation’s prosperity has been based solely on macroeconomic indicators such as a country’s income, represented either by GDP or by average income per person (GDP per capita). However, most people would agree that prosperity is more than just the accumulation of material wealth. It is also the joy of everyday life and the prospect of being able to build an even better life in the future. Read more of this post
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Once upon time, before my hair had turned grey, I actually met Santa Clause — so for all you doubters — I hope that you also have a Very Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year. Read more of this post
My recent post — Bullshit A Study1— came about from my reading an article on what the authors called pseudo profound bullshit. In it the authors claim a correlation between the acceptance of pseudo profound bullshit and intelligence. The claim that people of a lesser intelligence are prone to believe bullshit in any form received world-wide media attention. The reviews of the article in the media accepted this finding and implied that being endowed with a greater intelligence they would — of course — always disregard pseudo profound bullshit. In doing so the media endowed itself and their subscribers with a veracity born of a natural sagacity, conveniently ignoring their own and their readers ready acceptance of the bullshit the media disseminates. Read more of this post
The following thoughts may be obvious to most of you but to a newcomer in this motley band of short story writers, each step can be new to me. Read more of this post
An article with the title On the reception and detection of pseudo-profound bullshit¹ begins with a reference to the philosopher Harry G. Frankfurt of Princeton University, who previously published On Bullshit² in which he distinguishes bullshit from lying. Frankfurt opined that given the rise of communication technology and the associated increase in the availability of information from a variety of sources, bullshit is becoming increasingly pervasive. Bullshit, in contrast to mere nonsense, is something that implies but does not contain adequate meaning or truth, its use being verbal smoke and mirrors that implies depth and insight where none exists. Read more of this post
Lenny had grown up living with his mother’s parents and her older brother in a two-up two-down terraced house in Cross Street where his father had left them both when he went away to the war. Their arrival antagonising the older brother who had lost the right to a bedroom of his own but four occupants, whatever their relationship, didn’t make a house overcrowded in Cross Street. It was normal in the street for grandparents to share a house with one or more children of their own and where their grand-children often outnumbered the adults living there. The street had many absent fathers who, like Lenny’s father, had gone to fight in the war. A war that had begun the same year Lenny was born and five years later, having no memory of his father or of a life without a war, he rarely thought of his father coming home and expected to go war himself when he grew up. Read more of this post