Tinkering with Joomla today, and wondering how I could create a new incarnation of Rose’s Garden, I hit on a fairly simple way of recreating it. The original Rose’s Garden on Forces’ bulletin board contains about 80 pages of HTML. Joomla allows pdf files to be uploaded to it. And this evening I discovered a nice little online utility which converts HTML pages to pdf files. It would take less than an evening to convert the whole garden on Forces into pdf files uploaded to Joomla. The result would be something like an exact reproduction of Rose’s Garden on Forces.
These pdf files couldn’t be edited. But nobody wants to edit them. But they’d be embedded among files which could be edited, but only by people with the permission to do so. Anyone could read these files, but very few people could write them.
But as I’ve read today, I’ve realised that I only know how to do very simple things with Joomla. There are all sorts of strange things it can do, most of which I don’t really understand at all. I know what a web page is. And I know that a website is made up of lots of different pages linked together. But beyond that…
I sat by the river this afternoon. It was sunny, and warm. And I’d been reading Rose’s Garden:
Sir George E, Godber, M.D.,
Chief Medical Officer,
British Ministry of Health
London (link )
Seems to me that George Godber was trying to abolish sin, through an “almost infinite number of acts at self-abnegation.” The “dirty and dangerous habit” could be almost anything. Name your “dirty and dangerous habit.”
Sir George Godber, I learned from Rose’s Garden today, spent the 1960s railing against promiscuity and tobacco. He was, I also learned, a strict teetotaller. So why wasn’t he laying into alcohol as well? And cannabis? And rock ‘n’ roll music. And chocolate. And shiny, golden things.
I wonder how many people have set out to eradicate sinfulness from the world? Thousands, probably. And did any of them ever get anywhere?
And anyway what exactly is sinful and wrong about sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll? 99.999% of it is utterly harmless. It really is.
What these righteous zealots really can’t stand is the idea of anyone enjoying themselves.
Why is it that we pay attention to them? Why is it that, as soon as anyone stands up on their hind legs and starts denouncing promiscuity and alcohol and tobacco, everybody listens to them as if they’ve just announced some profound, eternal truth – that enjoying your life is a sin. Why do we stick these murderous ideas up on a pedestal? Why is it that people people who smoke tobacco (or cannabis or opium), and who enjoy a glass of beer or wine or cider or three, will all listen in mute silence as their habits are castigated by righteous killjoys?
Why don’t people get up and smash these bigots’ heads in with spades and shovels and hammers, and tell them to get lost? Why aren’t they in prison? Why aren’t they on death row awaiting death by slow strangulation?
It’s not us who should be fearing for our survival. It’s them.
But they’re not. Isn’t it weird that all these anti-human, anti-life killjoys have the moral high ground? It’s a bit like having murderers and rapists and child molesters in charge of morality, and teaching people to kill themselves.
These days I think that all the evil in the world is not done by drinkers and smokers, but by the people who’re trying to stop them.
One thing I know about George Godber: he’s dead. He died about 5 years ago. And good riddance, I say. I don’t want him back.