Underestimating the Number of Sociopaths around

A look at the state of the planet will show us that the number of nutcases is quite high, but I fear we're kidding ourselves into believing that there are fewer candidates for Bedlam than we think.

Today's growl is brought to you because of the genitalia-deprived, decerebrated plonker who slaughtered one of our cats with his/her/its car right against our front door (ie: not on the ruddy road at all, but on our patch of lawn leading to the road).

At the slightest hint of tyre on the road (that's rather quiet), all our cats run home, to safety.

This means that one biped ambushed one of our cats and killed her for fun (perhaps that idiot is one sandwich short of a picnic, but one starts with pets before upgrading to fellow bipeds).

I will never understand drivers that aim at animals on the road, and if they were to hit a pole, I wouldn't shed a single tear.

It must be nice to believe in something above, and to ask for the victim to be avenged. As it is, I'll rely on the coppers, and the delightful guys in uniform had better do something quickly (though I fear they'll think it was 'just a cat'). Well, it wasn't 'just a cat'; it was a little, purring life that was nicer and more useful than the creature that killed her.

No wonder I growl so much...

First Portrait on Canvas

This post could also be entitled "Never Say Never".

I had never planned to show my latest painting to the disparaging Muggles with whom I share DNA, *because*.

But I hadn't planned that my flat could be invaded by the aforementioned Muggles, and that the painting couldn't be hidden because it's drying (and my cat could have clawed it to death if I'd put it on top of my wardrobe).

I got a 'Oh, it's not as bad as in the photo you sent' (of course, that photo just had the outlines of his face).

I know that this is no old Dutch masters' work, no Leonardo or Van Gogh, but my brother and a few good friends have told me that it's a good work.

Now, I'd really love the vast majority of you to break that awful silence, pretty please, and to tell me what you think of it...

This is inspired by a screencap from this.

Priorities

It's no secret that I loathe politicos - not because they're dealing with politics, but because they're a bunch of lying plonkers who treat all countries like companies that they bleed for their own profit, and their pals'.

I'm trying to think of any Earth politico who's a leader, with guts and compassion, and I can't come up with a single name.

Why am I currently growling now?
Piece of cake: in a place where, for over a century, there's been a strong separation of State and churches, I'm now seeing one church pointing its bony finger at a State company that refused to promote an ad that was partly religious (and concerned one specific variety of religion). And, cherry on the icing on that cake, local politicos (some of them very high-ranking!) are taking the side of the church - a church that, incidentally was very meek in the 1940s, but that is making comparison of the inaction back then with what's going on now, and with what they're trying to prevent today (so, basically, they'll be loud, but only seventy years after the tragedy or if they're under attack themselves). 

I'm not saying that the people the religious ones are trying to help should be abandoned to the wolves.

No.

I'm saying we must see beyond any religion and do something to help all those who are being currently massacred by demented bipeds. Religion, colour, or anything is irrelevant because all victims are fellow Earthlings and that's all that matters.

The churches (all in the same basket - again) should stop caring only about their brothers, and the politicos should stop doing election-marketing in order to pander to factions. We're all on the same planet, and when a group of plonkers blows a fuse, they should be stopped - not because they're attacking this or that group, but because that's the right thing to do.

We need global solidarity, not tribal divisions; otherwise, we'll regress as a species.

The Four Seasons, & a Dream

This is not the work I mentioned last, but I've been working on this one for months.

I wanted to create something with scenes from Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, and I knew that I wanted to have a pink lotus in the middle (I had a very strange dream about a lotus years ago, and I've never forgotten it).

I call this one "Time".

Compassion & Empathy

According to my own version of the Dursleys, I'm too sensitive (because of my star sign that makes me too emotional - I'm not even joking; that's really what they believe!).

But this is just the way I am, and I won't try to change myself to please people who don't really care about me (I'm deeply convinced that I'm dealing with a bunch of manipulators who would like nothing better than turn me into a weather vane for their own twisted amusement).

I'm not better than them; I'm different. And one big difference between me and them is my compassion and empathy for most of my fellow Earthlings.

I don't have to know people to feel happy or sorry for them. I don't need to be friends with people to worry about them. I don't require to be related by blood to have feelings for someone.

These Muggles and I aren't wired the same way.

I don't know if my compassion and empathy make me weaker or stronger; it's not important - but that's who I am, and if my own relatives accepted that, perhaps that acceptance could spread. It'd be nice to not be mocked for being the way one is (and that would probably save time and energy on our lovely planet).

[Strangely, I don't see that happening any day soon, as most people seem to believe that the rest of the world must be and behave like them or they enjoy making others feel insecure and miserable and sad.]