Peter Rose
Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-
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Quiet waters
Quiet waters Silent land The wind became still. The darkness deepened, sounds became silence. The universe was holding its breath and all that was around waited. Life itself seemed to have been sucked out of the whole area. Death, like a dank and deep drain, dragged down everything that had life. After an hour a slight ripple disturbed the surface of the water, so very slowly, like a mountain growing, the ripple became a wave radiating out from a center of such darkness that light itself ceased to exist in it. That most ancient of all creatures, the Kraken, had surfaced to breath. Just one breath every million years it came to take the air, the joy, the life from all within its reach.
Peter RosePublished 10 days ago in Fiction
A new democracy
A new democracy. The future of democratic governance A suggestion to start a debate Whilst the basic outline, suggested here, has been drawn up in Britain, it could be transferred to any and every nation on Earth. May be change the names given to institutions such as “parliament.” but the basic concepts will still apply.
Peter RosePublished 20 days ago in The Swamp
Politics and the law of diminishing returns
Politics and the laws of diminishing returns Why more can result in less. The law of diminishing returns suggests that the more you have of anything, the less effect you get from adding an other portion of the same thing. For a crude example; if you give a poor person £1000 it will have a huge effect and should be of great (if temporary) benefit to them. If you give a £1000 to a multimillionaire it will have very little effect and be of only a tiny benefit to them. If you start with no money the first £10,000 means such a lot and make a huge difference to your life; the next £10,000 means a lot but not bring quite the same”relief.” By the time you have had 1000 lots of £10,000 the 1,001st allotment will make relatively little difference to your life.
Peter RosePublished about a month ago in The Swamp
The political implications of the D-K effect
The political implications of the D-K effect Why do politicians treat others as they do? The Dunning-Kruger effect is a hypothesis in social psychology which seeks to explain why some people have false perceptions of their own ability; when compared to others.
Peter RosePublished 2 months ago in The Swamp
The pace of change.
The pace of change. The evolution of social change. The land we now call Britain was, 2500 years ago, inhabited and so ruled over, by various Celtic tribes. Exactly how long they had been there is unknown probably since the end of the ice age. So their origins may have been started about 6000BC. Each tribe or family. had their own territory and, as far as can be understood, they chose a tribal chieftain who may originally been a shaman. Some one who it was believed could transform themselves into an animal and guide the hunters to their prey. They left no written reports and so much of what we think we know about these people, is based on expert opinion, made from interpreting what physical objects still remain from this period, some information is based on much more recent reports written by the Romans, who invaded and enslaved the Celtic population. Since any such reports have to be viewed with the understanding they had to be “political” and show the Romans in a beneficial light while painting the Celtic civilisation as barbaric, peopled by savages, thus justifying the occupation and enslavement. So it is hard to get a real understanding but the Celtic “civilisation” lasted for several thousand years and they appear to have had female leaders and warriors, at least in some tribes. It is a reasonable assumption they they spoke slightly different languages and certainly must have had local dialects. It has been found that they had more contact and trade, with other countries and more sophistication than previously (200 years ago) expected. The expectation was “coloured” by the Roman records and reports.
Peter RosePublished 2 months ago in FYI
Is Covid a con?
Is Covid a con? Politics of the conspiracy theory Coronavirus has been with us, that is in public awareness, since, about, January 2020. While its origins were thought to have surfaced towards the end of 2019. Many people still claim it is all a hoax, a trick, a conspiracy to subjugate “the people.” That old adage about a gramme of belief being worth more than a kilo of fact applies in this case. Evidence is questioned and every statement is believed to be part of a global confidence trick.
Peter RosePublished 2 months ago in The Swamp
A day at the cricket
A day at the cricket. A normal life. The orchard snoozed away the afternoon sun. The warmth of an English August lulling even the bees into silence. The pear tree stood among the Apples, being a conference it did not need a pollinator buddy tree; the Coxes Pippins ripened earlier and the Bramley later, so the pear was in the middle of everything. The gentle breeze was so very gentle it did not even move the tips of the grass which grew between the trees. Stillness and warmth, after yesterdays rain, slowly but surely, swelled the fruit and gave peace to the world. Two people lay in a small clearing, a blanket between their bodies and the lush grass. They lay still and silent, seemingly so taken over by the ambiance that they too were part of nature at rest. The human dressed in summer skirt and flimsy blouse, pulled herself onto her side, rested her head on a hand and spoke. “Will you still be here when it's harvest time, will you help with the apples and pears?” “unlikely” came the soft spoken reply, without stirring from his rest, the older man continued “this is too good to last, orders will come, and I will be on the march again.” These two, despite being so very different, are actually brother and sister; the orchard was part of their family home. A sprawling twenty acres of gardens, outbuildings and a large old farmhouse, one that has seen better days but was still loved and lived in. The days of live in servants had long past but they still had a gardener and he still lived in the proverbial gardeners cottage but now one of the outbuilding housed a complex array of mechanical devices that allowed this one gardener to do the physical work that used to employ ten others. The gardener's wife helped out with the laundry and the bed making while the two family daughters helped out with the catering and cleaning, whenever they came back home. Other wise the patriarch fended for himself, now that his wife had died. Both father, and son were military men, and like the gardener, they are ex special forces. The father and the gardener had served together and had that unbreakable bond that only men who fought side by side, experiencing death and survival, together, can have. The son was a generation later but shared similar experiences, he was officially retired and now a civil servant with a desk job in an obscure government department based in London. Only here at home, could he relax and not have to be constantly on guard, so careful about every word and action. Only here was he among people who knew and understood his real work well enough to never ever ask questions.
Peter RosePublished 3 months ago in Fiction
The infinite future
The infinite future. Flight to the unknown The pear tree grew in artificial soil. The nutrients calibrated by computer, which also controlled the synthetic construction of all life sustaining materials for the colony. The pear tree was the visible indicator that all was well with the artificial intelligence that kept everyone and everything alive. Its leaves were checked for colour and vibrancy every six hours, it was that important.
Peter RosePublished 3 months ago in Fiction
