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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] OK, I must make an important declaration first. I’m not a pet lover. This isn’t to say I’m anti-pets. I’ve no problem with them as long as I’ve little-to-no involvement when it comes to their care and attention. It’s the same way I feel […]

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@wwaycorrigan The following is perhaps a sign that coronavirus has finally got the better of me, mentally that is (although some will say I’ve been having issues in my head that predate this pandemic). Covid-19 gets you one way or another, I guess. Whatever the case,...

Pushback in Bogotá, Colombia against coronavirus-containment measures. Have we got the balance right?
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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] I recently wrote about how Big Nanny State has facilitated a tendency amongst some in society to forego growing up and taking responsibility. ‘Leave everything up to me, little ones. Simply submit, follow...

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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] ‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? ‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat. ‘I don’t much care where—’ said Alice....

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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] ‘Until 30 or 40 years ago what I did was totally normal. People are radical in their youth and then they stop. That was the pattern of life until the 1960s. Then it changed. In the 1960s people stopped...

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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] In a country with an alarmingly high official femicide rate, that the fair treatment of women is never too far off Colombia’s news agenda isn’t surprising. Catholic virtues Of course, there’s...

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@wwaycorrigan [Listen to an audio version of this blog entry here.] Before my adult days, I remember being rather puzzled about my father’s strong desire to get back to his local haunt(s) whenever we’d be out and about. In fact, even when I started my own...

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