Disenchanted

The early days of the web were magical; how did a tool for infinite connection turn into one fostering endless division?

The Writing on the Wall

All things eventually decline; is the phenomenon of far right populism a symptom of this?

Inflation: A Deadly Poison

After my Swedish grandmother died in 1996, my family and I sorted through some of her belongings.  We found a few German-language books among her personal effects.  Hidden in their dusty pages was a hastily printed Deutsche Mark; I was struck by how crude and jagged the text was.  It was my grandmother’s souvenir from […]

Farewell, Monarchy

Charles may very well be the last King of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.  The conditions which support monarchy no longer exist.

The End of Trump

There has been a constant expectation that something would pop Trump’s balloon: backing Kevin McCarthy may be it. 

Sketches of the Future

Perhaps it was inevitable that Reverend Warnock would win the Georgia runoff.  Reverend Warnock was by far the superior candidate.  Warnock did not discuss the relative merits of being a vampire or a werewolf on the campaign trail.  He had no stench of hypocrisy.  He did not have the backing of Donald Trump. Whoever persuaded […]

The Folly of Wealth

Current policies focus on helping the wealthy keep more of what they have. At what point is this pure folly?

Life with A

For years I didn’t think of myself as being autistic; I merely thought I was odd…I’ve been on a journey of self discovery.

The Unbearable Brezhnevianess of Putin

Picture the following scenario: a leader of Russia has been in situ for circa two decades.  He is credited with leveraging higher oil prices into increased living standards for his people.  This leader has clamped down, stamping out any green shoots of dissent.  Critics of the regime are forced to go abroad or languish in […]

On the Campaign Trail

The dark clouds obscured the twilight. Rain was falling steadily, large drops bounced off the hood of my olive green jacket. I accidentally cut my finger: it didn’t hurt, but it was one of those irritating lacerations that wouldn’t stop bleeding. I covered it with my thumb as I grasped my stack of leaflets tightly. […]

Me And My Blog

Picture of meI'm a Doctor of both Creative Writing and Manufacturing and Mechanical Engineering, a novelist, a technologist, and still an amateur in much else.