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What's the definition of a split second? The amount of time it takes advertisers to malfeasantly flood their commercials with women, folks of colour, et al.

For whatever proclivities and talents I may possess, I consider the joy of a bon-mot or a crisp riposte among my most cherished passions.

Why is there even a need to invoke personal hubris and vaingloriousness in the belief that one had treasures to bestow upon the rest of humanity?

Sometimes I think the only reason for our existence is to burn off the energy created by the sun; to wit . . . Entropy

I ’m trying a little experiment. We only have one reasonably powered local radio station on the Sunshine Coast, 91.7 Coast FM, which plays harmless music designed to insult no-one. Am I the only one who believes a radical format change is in order? Personally, the music they [...]

I think it’s time to resurrect an old chestnut. Bringing life to misunderstood and misused nuts might seem trivial at first glance but bear with me. ‘Noblesse oblige’ is just such a chestnut. Originally this phrase can be traced back to late eighteenth-century France, a country and time [...]

In these times where situations and systems are faulted for our ills, I believe the root cause of any social breakdown lies with the individual; the paucity of empathy, lack of honesty, and the negligence of the most basic of manners. To wit, Bad Men Acting Badly. I [...]

A re angels religious icons or modern-day fairy tales? They have certainly come a long way over the course of a few millennia. Throughout the bible, angels are presented as the Lord’s agents, entrusted with the legwork of communication and admonition. The devil – the old man himself [...]

My first teaching assignment, many years ago, was at Woodlands School. The population was an agglomeration of some of the most varied 'disabilities' ever to confront caregivers and teachers; and while the now-closed institution still harbours unsavoury aftertastes of abuse and mismanagement, many good things came of the programs [...]

Empty PromisesWhen we were young we’d frolic on the beach at English BayA cooler full of sandwiches, we’d run and play all dayThe seaside sand was cooling. We’d bury Uncle PhilA jar of pristine beach sand still stands upon my sillBut that was thirty years ago though much has stayed [...]