What did the fly know?

And When Did He Know It?



This seems to be more and more the measure of public discourse. The famous fly on the wall has become very real, and hyper-publicity and an increasing loss of privacy are the new rules. H.G. Wells and Ray Bradbury were prescient on this point. 
Fortunately no one is after what I know because I am not busy buzzing around people to find out their secrets or to gain power over them. Medical practice largely allows me to trust people to a further extent than in most business transactions. Hopefully the reverse is true; but with the rapid advance of medical recipes from which one may not deviate but that changed on a daily basis, it is very difficult to know who to trust or what to say when you are profoundly skeptical anyway

. Not only that but in the media those who lie are often the (anti) heroes and those who tell the truth no matter what are at best beknighted and at worst a kind of Green Knight (the Pearl Poet) who comes only to take away our privileges, especially the right to whine.



What do your flies know?

If you are fortunate, it won't matter.  I am not running for office and whatever I do know, or believe, is currently of no interest to  the urban centers that control our world.  It's also probably good to be a semi-anonymous blogger.  Hopefully if it ever does matter the sheer volume of output will be intimidating enough to keep most from pursuing it. I.e. me.

An American Blessing:  May you be in heaven half an hour before the Government realises you existed...