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Reprehensible or not: James Comey: ‘You stare at children crying – what kind of people are we?’

Reprehensible or not: James Comey: ‘You stare at children crying – what kind of people are we?’

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 21 June, 2018


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My Architect – Music for Electric Sheep

Music for Electric Sheep

Malcolm DB Munro
Sunday 17 June, 2018

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The mind problem: the body knows better

With only the mind we humans would be utterly impoverished. With only a mind we would be dumb beasts of burden. And not the Supreme Beings we consider ourselves to be.

As noted elsewhere, René Descartes did humanity and science a disservice.  In conceiving the mind as being separate from the body, he postulated a view which has been absorbed into the language as a concept: that the mind is not connected to the body, is not a part of it. The effect has been destructive because an erroneous view has been adopted in lay thinking and that has paralyzed scientific and philosophical thought. The lay view has been absorbed into a world view because the educated view has said this is so; that the mind is separate from body, that there is a divide between it and its parent.  This is very far from the truth. No body, no mind.

Descartes has been accepted, hook, line and sinker, without further thought. His view has not been developed. As with any genius, and René Descartes certainly was, and his ideas brilliant. But not all of them. Those ideas and concepts are not in toto correct. Few views so presented are.

The views held by Aristotle form the basis of the Scientific Method. For example, he came up with concepts and a perceptual view of the world which has been of inestimable help to humans, given that we are on an endless quest in understanding the phenomena we perceive around us. As such, or as importantly of all, we are indebted to him for his naming more cogently, more understandably, than any previous to him or amongst him, our perception of the world. For, as much, if not all, of the phenomenal is cloaked in myth, little of what we see will be understood. (In fact much knowledge still unexplored by us with our mind = body problem is contained in myth. But that is another story.)

For example, Aristotle posited the concept of the monad, a word used in the quotation above. We do not use the word monad; the writer of the quotation does. We understand the word atom instead. In doing so we particularize a word and make it more understandable. Of course we could use his word. No reason why we should not have done so, but we have not. We have chosen the word we use because we wish to differentiate what we mean from what Aristotle meant. We intend precision, we find Aristotle vague. For us, well maybe, we use atom because we can define what we understand an atom to be, of what it comprises. For that we have a theory. What Descartes’ mind – body thing is a belief. Hence us swallowing him whole. We believe him. Contrariwise, Dalton’s theory can be supported by evidence. At least until such times as contrary evidence is produced. None have been so far.

Descartes’ believe still grips us in its spell and we are hypnotized by it, as by the stare of snake.

And here we can point to a broad problem which we will explore either in this essay or, perhaps, in another. For now, we frequently, in order to describe something we don’t have a name for use metaphor. This means of naming is inappropriate in its use to attempt to point to something we don’t have a name for since the metaphor has no real referent. (Mind you the simile is far worse.)

In all that I have said so far, I am talking in the way that Descartes did and as most philosophers have done and still do.

So sum up where we are at this point in the discussion, Descartes treated the mind essentially as if the body does not exist. I think the body does exist and the mind is inexorably a part of it. The damage done is illustrated by the fact that we have a bunch of philosophers have invented a study called Theory of Mind. While there is to a certain extent validity in it, and it is certainly intellectually stimulating, such a field of inquiry as so conceived, will always be a reductio adsurdum as much as talk of the soul is – another orphan term. Thankfully we do not have a philosophical field of inquiry into the theory of the soul. Not as far as I know. We leave that to Religion and stay well away despite Aristotle attempt to lure us into doing so. We have Dark Night of the Soul (La noche oscura del alma) and long may it remain there.

But in this essay we are not going to talk of the Mind – Body Problem because no problem exists. The problem is of a different kind. This problem is that we have no language with which to talk philosophically as to what the body consists of, or, perhaps as some philosophers would put it, what the body consists in.

The essay will only, within reasonable length, be able to point to the problem and say that it exists. To more fully explore this problem would take a far longer essay than I intend this one to be, a paper, or, maybe, the chapter of a book.

Let’s have a look at some attempt at saying what the body is. What we might find are definitions or descriptions. Let’s see. But bear in mind that we wish to describe the body philosphically.

Philosophers believe the body as any material object is with our perception. Its basic properties are the size, mass and impenetrability. Phenomenologists distinguish the human body [From what? The body is distinguishable? True, it is not a ghost.], called body-subject, because it is related to subjectivity [What? Is not the body an object? Objectivity is possible, surely. We do not usually talk of the body subjectively unless it is to say, “I feel hot.” Things like that]. The classic question is the relationship of body and soul [Soul? Relationship. I thought this paragraph is about what the philosophy of the body is. ]. Some, like Spinoza think this report in the way of unity (monism), the other on the dual mode (parallel) [The sentence is ungrammatical and not really subject to analysis. Still talk of unity is useful. Dual mode is not. A philosophy which does not define terms is hardly a philosophy. At least Descartes elaborated on what he meant.].

The square brackets in the quotation are mine. I chose this particular definition because it contains within an important word in it: unity. And this is the central point. There is a unity in all phenomena which refer to the body. If the mind is separate from the body, it does not exist. If you are going to talk of mind in relationship to the body then you must ipso facto accept that the mind is a part of the body, however abstract we think the mind is. Monism has to be where it is at. There is no philosophy that truly embraces dualism. If we do accept this view, then we back where we started, Descartes and the Mind / Body problem.

Now if we accept that the idea of mind is a nonphysical entity. the answer would be yes. However, as with science’s rejection of monad and use of atom instead, we say that we can make mind a physical thing, then I say we can. At least, neuroscience can say, “This is mind. These are the neurons that operate the mind.” At this point we are saying that mind is much like consciousness; consciousness as opposed to unconsciousness; awareness as distinct from unawareness., “Do you realize what you doing?”

We have now moved a long way forward. At least we recognize that consciousness is in some way a part of the body. We can say this because we have an opposite. The body is not thought of as being in opposition to the mind. Though psychologists would certainly point to a state of being where it is. But that is from a medical point of view, though an interesting one, nonetheless.

The essay does not really honour its title. Because it will only argue that the mind is not the best or only means by which we an conduct inquiry. In fact, the point is to say that, to use a term I dislike, we can engage in whole body thinking and achieve a far better understanding of world and what are its constituents. For we barely understand, taking only a logical or analytical view of it. Our understanding is limited terribly if we do. We see this in the limits we are reaching: black holes, dark matter, the futher reaches of the atom, the depths of the cell and so on.

Hence, the body thinks better than the mind. Thinks? Ah, there we have it. Language begins to break down. Our philosphical vocabulary with regard to the body is poor, close to nonexistent. Without terms we can describe nor discuss anything. In the phrase, “The cat sat on the mat.,” we are simply teaching grammar or whatever this pedagogic phrase sets out to do, we are teaching concepts. Cat, mat. Physical things, true. But all language, all languages do that. There is no need to teach such stuff in school. We learn it on the street, in the fields. People spoke grammatically long before grammar began to be taught in schools. But, like Tartuffe’s Dupe, we never knew we spoke prose. Why did we need to know?. We were fluent without it.

The human body is the entire structure [An erroneous term if we are defining what the body is. We might better say: structure and envelope, unless the skin which encloses the body is thought of as a structure, which it is. The structure of the skin is one of a collection of cells organized in a particular way. But this misses out by not identifying function. Both building and bridge are structures but that does not say what a bridge nor a building. A better definition, and a better, simpler one would be to say that the body is a structure composed of cells, groups of which have different functions, these groupings depending on function.] of a human being. It is composed of many different types of cells that together create tissues and subsequently organ systems [System is a good word to describe the body, but only if we think of the body as a system of systems; biological systems not manufactured ones.]. They ensure homeostasis and the viability of the human body. [The examples chosen are an indication of the quality of content available on the Web where much intellectual discussion is contained in blogs. Nothing wrong with that. But, supposing you wished for more substance you will not find it. Even sites putting themselves up as being souces of knowledge are shallow and are rags compared to the riches that come from a publisher such as Oxford University Press or that of Harvard. I say this as an aside because, if we are to become more and more reliant on the Web, even more than we are at present, what we find and will continue to find is pretty thin gruel.]

This definition is broadly a medical one and not a philosophical one. We could discuss the body as phenomenon. But that is not what we are going to do.

Instead, in order to conclude what must be a short essay, we are going to point to other modes by which the body apprehends phenomena; intuit, perceive. imagine. conceive: (There are many more.) states which might be thought of as states of mind but are not. Often we are told, “Empty the mind, your awareness and understanding will be greater.” The body not only knows better than the mind, it thinks better.

Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 10 June, 2018

Footnote: The essay is based on no single source nor sources and is stand alone. The example of The Philosophy of the Body, poor though it is, illustrates the paucity of material thrown up in a single Google search. Ah the perils of any reliance on the Web. A glaring example, surely, of why books in printed form will exist for a very long time. Mind you, it, the Web, is good at answering the question, “What’s for supper tonight.”


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How long will we last?

There is a long history in English literature of satire and of the grotesque as there is in other countries in Europe. As an example of this see: A Modest Proposal for Preventing the Children of Poor People in Ireland Being a Burden on Their Parents  sometimes knows as A Modest Proposal for Eating Children. The title is not popular for obvious reasons.


How long will we last
Frail species upon God’s earth

Assuming we don’t kill our home
In the meantime?

Well, let’s take a guess
Shall we

Anthropology tells us we are millions of years old
In one form or another

Can any of you see that far into the future?

I know I can’t

But I will say this

In all those years we evolved
Through a mechanism over which we have no control

And so it will be

We thing we are so smart; have control of our minds, have trained them
Since the Greeks of old
And you have to say, you and I, that we have done pretty well

Who will be the first man to traveel at the speed of life
For we can’t can’t travel faster than that

Einstein, one of our Scientific Gods says to
And who ae we, you and I, to say he is wrong

But, there is another Human God, Charles Darwin, whom many deny
At their peril, as were Flat Earthers and those who are visited deep in the night
When they are wearing their aluminium cooking foil hats.

We once thought that the Earth Ruled the Sun. But we been to the Moon
Though some doubt that. An awful lot of money to fake that.

The unspent money, put in the bank, would now feed us all for centuries to come
Now, come on, not to destroy World Hunger, I didn’t say that.

But Darwin, despite those who dispute, showed us how we evolved and how we will be

In time to come.

That we will evolve is an undisputable fact. Centuries of life are witness to that. Those who sit
at home swigging their beer, wedded to the fridge, have never sailed on the Beagle, likely do not know its name.

With no high school diploma you can’t know much
Never mind tomorrow when the Robots come to take us away
To where? A new found Bukenwald, perhaps

But if you listen to Darwin and study some of brethern around us from large to small:

200 to 600 tons I think we can see, unless you are a Flat Earther, or a Holocast Denier,
Worship at the feet of Ann Ryand and her like, you will know that, as we look down the microscope
And provided we can look and look and look in Hollywood style, we shall travel far further than can that man in his thing that travels so fast it is neither wave nor particle. Imagine that.

I know I can’t

How far down shall we go. Well, it depends. Just as our man who is both wave and particle – how would he look? Transgender, perhpas. Funny things happen under such circumstances. Fear of the unknown.

But return to Dear Charles before we get too carried away with our imagings. All those things we can see and cannot see, are us

They are in our body and the body of whatever form, some not. They don’t have bodies, poor things, Can you imagine such a thing.

I know I can’t
Skinned alive. We know that. All saw the movie? No? Hurry off now, break from these words and go see the mirror of us all.

Will our man on his joyride ever come back. To return and climb out of his contraption as both Wave and particle. Would we recognize him
I know I would not.

But our journey’s better. You don’t have to leave the Earth. You can peer into those downward looking binoculars and see futher than we can see into space

I am told there lies in our body there lie a thousand, thousand million – English billion in case you wondered – of those things you can see peering down
I rather look there. I am stood here, all 1 bn bits of me.

That figure, I am assured, is trivial compared to the number is trivial to that of the number in a six hundred ton whale

I can’t figure that

That is what controls us. That is what will make us during the course of the millions of years yet to come.

It is happening to you as you read these words – and even me who writes them – it is happening in your sleep and when you eat. And during whatever else you do with your time.

Can you measure that. So infinitely small that even Flat Earthers can’t see this movement we undergo every day with time.

And so, over the course of a million years or so, we will change. Will no longer grow beards. Cease to look like men or women or anything in between.

But you and I will be long gone. We will no longer have to read those abusive comments on the Web. Thank God to be freed from that. We’ll be off to a infitite sleep. Or whatever takes fancy or are told to beliive.

But if you are not sure, then ask a Flat Earther. He’ll know. Already knows. And he’ll already there.

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 31 May, 2018

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Incognita Sperans – Incognita Sperans

For those of you who missed the previous posting.

Incognita Sperans

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 31 May, 2018

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Oiling the door

Oiling the Door

The padlock is rusty from years of no
Cobwebs hang in the corners
The paint is peeling No charm

Scorched and baked to the naked wood
As you gaze you have a sense of years of
Having traveled within the infinitely of

Boss bee’n away for quite a’ time
‘Course I’m older now Paid anyway
Spick and span everyt’in has to be Polished like
Brand new pin

The padlock sawn A mangled mess
Keys stiff in the lock

Ea’se each slowly now Don’ rush
Plen’ty of time to get it

The keys ‘ll snap Teeth stuck in the lock

No breekin’ t’e door down
Won’t like

The door on a shove opens only a
Dark inside Black as the night

The smell grips the nostrils
Dogs’ teeth clamping on the hand
That tried to

No mould That component of
The olfactory potion is

Than’ God for tha’t
His Lordship
Ther’d be hell to pay for
I’ll close th’  do’er

The door squeals in pain
Like a cat with a

Burma mak’s a bloody goo’d oil
I’ll give tha’t ‘Bout


Lea’ve no’w Due in an
He’ll be pleased sure

Stand back A foot or two
More sheen than shine
The glory of the new

A’  I thi’n he’ll be
Good ma’  the
Kwo’n ‘m sin’ a boy

Stiff upright Hair
Insignia on the chest Wears that
When he’s in

This not a door, though, to house or abode
But one
Opens to the soul

Malcolm D B Munro
Wednesday 30 May, 2018






















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Where we stand: Precursors to Black Empowerment

Where we stand: Precursors to Black Empowerment

When we are displaced either through force, circumstance or choice from our homes to another country we are separated from our cultural roots. Such a loss is great and impairs the ability of the immigrant to function is the adopted country, the host society.  Depending on the economic circumstances of the individual or family a generation may pass before the cultural barriers are overcome. Naturalization is a difficult often brutal process. The country now home to those who come here do not make it is and in some countries make it very difficult indeed. You decide for yourself where the US fits in this spectrum.

The long struggle and fight, still going on in the US, for Black People to be recognized as people and to be treated as equals by what have been their oppressors, White Americans, has precursors. By that I mean those who have been a part of this battle lie deep in the history of this mighty fight. For this battle has taken place in other places where, maybe, just maybe, it has been won.

Blacks in America have a steep hill, if not a mountain, to climb to achieve what is already theirs; their Rights due to them as Human Beings. Those rights are due equally everywhere by every human being on this planet. Those rights are denied Blacks. Blacks are not seen as equals, are not treated with respect, are not offered the full spectrum of opportunities that are available to others.

True progress has been made but it is far form me to say how much progress has been made. Far less to say how far Blacks have to go to feel and be treated fully as equals. It is true that black people are far more visible in public life. But to what extent. Barack Obama is a case in point.

But let it be said that doors should not opened such that positions are held by those who are not qualified nor competent to perform in those positions. The occupation of such positions needs be colour blind but there need be no requirement to accept to truly incompent. Should this occur we approach the situation of those countries where majority ruled governments give jobs to all their cronies. The effect of this on those countries is severe to the point of the country being reduced to sheer poverty, held hostage by a few kleptomaniacs.

But the doors of educations must be open and offer opportunities to the disadvantaged. Again these opportunities need to be colour blind. The disadvanted come from all walks of life and all communities. But again standards must not be lowered. Should they be the country suffers and a loss of prosperity results along with a loss of vigour. Worse still, a loss of competitiveness also results.

That is what the struggle is about, is it not? The right of at the very least equality with those who set themselves up as being superior to others, and who deny that right to those whom they see as different. And, through the adoption of this attitude, better known as prejudice, kill, massacre, suppress and colonize others for their own gain and pleasure.

In the case of this country, among other such acts, has been the enslavement of others, namely Blacks. Who were captured and dragged here in chains, and were forced to work in appalling conditions. The fight to set the negro free was a long one and not easily got.

The Civil War is still going on. The fight is still going on.

This is silly, ludicrous. Insane even. The colour that Blacks bring to American life lightens the life of us all. Blacks are unfailing cheerful. They seldom complain. And perform many jobs which whites refuse to do. OK, Blacks are not driven in the way that Anglo Saxons are. Theirs is a different view of life. They are not compelled to excel as Anglos are. Whatever excel means.. Blacks add immeasurably the vitality of the cultural mix. One or two or a tiny number of whites may misbehave, or act in some way that is out of line with cultural or legal norms. No harm comes to whites by way of disapproval, castigation, out-casting. But let a tiny minority of Blacks behave in this way, down to the tiny minor of infractions, and the whole of the Black community in America is put into disrepute. Blacks accrue a reputation which they do not deserve and none of whom did anything to cause this disapprobation. The black sheep in the flock damns the whole flock.

At root is a fear of assimilation. Of marriage across the colour line with a dilution of the community of white skinned people. Are there other causes? I don’t doubt there are.

What whites did historically to blacks was no less than a Crime against Humanity. In other places where such attitudes and conditions existed and some, still exist, there is, in some cases, a deep felt anger, resentment, bitterness which is carried over from generations. This is not the case with American Blacks. Little or no resentments exists over that population as a whole. In ghettos, this may be not true.

But in ghettos all over the world, there is anger and resentment at the conditions that the inhabitants find themselves in. Opportunities for such residents are far fewer than in other neighborhoods. Those neighborhoods and often civic authorities are negligent to the point of delinquent over their responsibility to the people who live in them.

What is required is nothing less than a recognition, an acknowledgement by the Government of these United States, speaking on behalf of the whole of the people of the US who are not black, that what was done in the past was wrong. Those who offer this need not and should not apologize but admit that what was done, either by the Original Colonies or within the contiguous 50 States. Actually both.

Until this day comes, America, however fine and special it thinks it is, will never be a country which is endowed with full dignity. When that day comes America will regain a dignity that the Founders Fathers had, and who wished all their hearts for every American have.

The Struggle will continue and must never be relinquished until such times as that admission is achieved. The presense of KKK and the NRA, and trigger happy Police who shoot to kill for whatever reason, or for no reason at, blacks, are indications of how far away is that day.

America has drifted a long, long way from those ideals, quite the finest the world has ever seen: exemplary and rightly lauded ideals. Who can say, here and in the rest of the world, that America, in 2018, is a fine country deserving of respect and good will.

Will the United States ever return to re-embrace those value? We’ll see.


Aimé Césaire was just one such person who deserves to be remembers and celebrated as a Brother who shared the Cause, that of Black Recognition and Empowerment. His place in that still ongoing struggle is no less than better known figures, better only in the sense that those who fought in the past get forgotten. And the Movement forgets and is not aware, as a result, of how deep those roots go.

Roots: The Saga of an American Family, by Alex Haley is one of few who have sought keep alive that Tradition.

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 29 May, 2018

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Incognita Sperans – Incognita Sperans, ελληνικά (Greek) – 2013

Incognita Sperans – Incognita Speras nελληνικά (Greek) – 2013

Malcolm D B Munro
Professional Fine Artist
Tuesday 29 May, 2018


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Why Men Don’t Hire Women

This piece employs generalizations of necessity in order to keep it short and to the point. Generalizations are mostly true but not always.

Women play with men. Sometimes at the privileges men keep to themselves. They, the wives or girlfriends, whomever, manipulate them, the men, by using emotional language. Men do not know how to cope with their emotions. And, thus, men are, as a result, placed on the back foot. Men do not like this. They like to be the boss.  They get emotional by way of response and frequently employ behaviours which may include shouting and spousal abuse.

Men live their lives employing their intellect, and insist on being rational. And they are very successful at this. Very, very successful. All around us is proof of that. And that proof can be seen from the earliest times of human history.

Very few, very, very few, women enjoy being rational to the extent that many jobs require at higher levels. Nor do they care for the responsibilities that come with such positions. Women are caretakers. Nature intended that. It is build in. Therefore, for women, there additional barriers for them to overcome.

Unfortunately, when women, either through the drive and forbearance, set out to and achieve such positions, or are, through circumstances or necessity, placed, by men, in them, they frequently are hindered and displaced by men. Men, generally, cannot stand women being better than them. Or equal. And drive them out through bad behaviour driven mostly by jealousy.

Here is an example. When one of the men in this country was leading new, and demanding technology, he hired many women to assist him. Because they were cheap to employ. The positions required complex, highly detailed work of a mathematical kind. A surprising number of those women turned out to be so successful at the tasks they were asked to do, they went on to take doctorates in Higher Mathematics, some becoming world renowned. Those women are forgotten. By men, they have been rubbed out of the history books, and of public awareness.

Another example in case you missed the point just made. During WWII, in Britain, many women in their thousands, millions maybe, were hired into many fields which traditionally did not employ them; repairing war damaged trucks, building Lancasters, and the like, they proved very good at those tasks. Better than men sometimes. The men were out at the front being slaughtered by the millions. When those men who survived returned home, those women were turfed out of those jobs and sent home. And were told to stay there.

Men are providers. The fierce warriors who protect their homes, land and, particularly, their families. They are designed to dominate. Nature built all of this in, and it is inexorably the nature of men. Hence are fiercely competitive.

It is difficult to go against nature. But, due to the drive to build cities, to leave the land which we hunted and gathered on, we have been leaving our natural instincts behind. That is not reason to open the doors to women and allow them those positions should those women desire to, and work for them. Just as men have done.

However, for every woman who is prepared to take and stay the course required to achieve the positions referred to, we, us men, should make every effort to allow this and to do everything we can to support them,

At present, in such workplaces, men are hostile to those women who are their equals and colleagues. Those women are driven out by the jealously that men feel.

For example. There are women who have entered, who are in the field, and those who will enter in the future, the field of cancer research, who have, do and will in the future, excel in the field. To the point where some are world leaders in it.

Another example. During WWII, thousands of women, millions likely, were employed in demanding jobs, jobs traditionally held by men; physical labour, mending war damaged equipment, building Lancasters, and the like while the men were out fighting and being slaughtered in their millions. When those men whose survived returned home all of those women were thrown out and sent home, and were told to stay there.

Men have spent centuries subjugating women. And still do. For every gain women make in their stivings to achieve equality,  they are forced back and have to start again.

We are fighting against nature. We have placed ourselves in that positions. There is no rational reason why the door cannot be open to those women who wish to go through it. And having done so, we men had better break the glass ceilings.

At the end of the day, men are scared of women and hold them at bay. They do not see them as equals.

That is what women are fighting against.

Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 27 May, 2018

Note: due to the fact that WordPress have removed the Save function, and refuse to restore it, these pieces are a little rough.

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On the Popularity of Towards Better Democracy: Thank you

I have never been one to pursue or pander to popularity. I shy away from it and detest those who do. Work of whatever form should stand on its own merits.

I can’t say I am thrilled at the prospect of having few readers, but if one person only reads a piece I put up, that is better than none.

Recently I have noticed that the number of people who have adopted to follow the blog has increased dramatically. I say dramatically because, up to about a month ago, one or two people did so over the course of, let us say, a month. Last week something like 10 or more did so. When the blog was in full swing serving its original purpose, the number of followers was very high. In the hundreds. But the content was highly political and followers and visitors were commited to the subjects being discussed. There was a lively debate in the comments column. I will not under any circumstances tolerate abuse. So, such practices were completely absent from those comments and those who engage in filth and disreputable behaviour stayed away. Now I don’t get any comments and I am glad.

I put up music for the most part and no comment is necessary, either on my part or on the part of my followers and visitors.

I am gratified always at the geographical spread of those who visit and those who follow. I don’t much care to name names but I would like to mention one country, aside from the ususal countries that might be expected to be the home county of the majority of readers, and that is India.

For some reason obscure to me, Indians and I have a natural empathy between us which I feel every time I meet someone from that country. Quite something.

As is well known to those who follow the blog, I, from time to time credit and express my gratitude to the readers that take the trouble to come to the site or follow it.

Of course I would like hundreds of followers. But, in my view, I only merit such numbers if the content is worthy of those numbers. That I have any is something to be grateful for.

I never cease to be amazed at the following for difficult modern, wrongly termed, classical music. A great shout out to those who come to listen to those pieces. But you are all welcome. If you visit YouTube and listen to John Peel you will see what I mean.

I am a fervent follower of copyright and respectful of it so what I put up here is mindful of it.

I write quickly and have the attention span of a mouse – degrades mice, but never mind – so pieces that go up are often full of mistakes and sometimes incomplete. I have a dreafully wide range of interests which I conceal from the terrestrial population. Up here, who is going to be put out or have a creditably gap. Coming here is voluntary. And so I am hopping back and forth all day long. From this task to that and back again. For the most part I retain where I was. What I will learn is how to better husband my time. Not there yet, though.

But this is a blog and not a publishing medium. Were potential publishers to be reading I suppose I would put on a suit and tie to write. A black suit. It is not to inflict on you readers such bad practices. It is simply where I am at right now. And writing here is such fun.

Will what you see here get better. You bet your life it will.

Thank you, one and all.

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 26 May, 2018



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