I WAS BORN into the afterglow of post-war Britain. The year was 1958. Food rationing had ended only four years previously. Coal rationing, however, remained in force. At that time, men's hats bore brims not peaks. Front doors were often left unlocked. By the time I reached my formative years in the 1970s, the world …
Prudence in an Age of Lies IF YOU'RE a regular visitor to this site, you will already be aware of my contempt for the mainstream media. And if you're new here―first of all, welcome―feel free to click on 'Media Manipulation' under 'Tags' in the sidebar and you'll be presented with a series of my essays …
Why There Can Be No Peace WORLD PEACE is repeatedly put forth as desirable ― and yet, wars perpetuate. In reality, peace is no more than a lauded end-state whose true function is to remain unattainable. Decade after decade, conflicts roll on around the globe. The flags may differ, but the outcomes remain the same: …
When I was growing up I knew to be quiet when in the lounge while the news was on TV. At six in the evening and later for the news at ten I kept my mouth zippered so Dad could hear of the day’s events. My parents also received the Daily Mirror newspaper, satisfying my …
