The Buck Stops Here
I think of myself as a bit of an anarchist. Not the Stereotypical looter and pyromaniac portrayed in the media, but more as an individual prepared to stand up; and take responsibility for my actions. Taken from the Greek word Anarkhos, meaning without chief. Thus leading to the individual having to think, act and be self-reliant. If you take responsibility for your actions while in the constrains of what you consider a reasonable society, then you can achieve great things. Take J F Kennedy when he said, “ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” By this token he proclaimed both that the buck stopped here, and that he was an anarchist in the best sense. This mind-set brought great achievements, such as setting Humanity on a path to the stars. I would say this is a better path than choking under the weight of an ever-increasing population. And for the record it's about 80 million extra a year at present. I'm sure no one wants to irrevocably mess up this little fish tank we call home. Then there is the even less palatable way, cull the excess until our numbers can balance nature for a sustainable future. I say let’s get out in to the ocean, there may be hazards out there, but at least we won’t choke on our own detritus.
Fate makes strange bedfellows
It has been proven that king Tut married to his own grandmother, and given the ailments afflicting this young lad an inbreeding program had been in effect for some time, keep it in the family must have been their motto. Yet in the sixteenth century quite the opposite was the vogue where princes and processes married some far off partner to cement national ties, Marie Antoinette the famous French cake promoter was an Austrian princess before marrying king Louis sixteen of France. In a documentary I recently viewed a theory was put forth that at an early age Elizabeth the first took ill whilst in the care of one of Henry the eighths courtiers and to avoid the kings wrath at the loss of such a precious asset to future assentation, a young play mate of the male persuasion was substituted, children were not doted on as they are today, especially by such an outgoing monarch as Henry. You may think it odd but the documentary made a good case, besides which their was a pope who was found out to be a woman only after she had given birth in the street, after which the papal throne was fitted with a hole so the cardinals could cop a feel as it were, Creasers wife and all that. After all who would want a woman in charge of the most powerful multinational operation of its time with such deadly forces at their command. But back with queen Elisabeth she found herself in quite a quandary, either marry in to a more powerful dynasty aboard and be discovered as a transvestite or go to war. Sometimes adversity can forge a great nation.