Tag Archives: nuclear

3585. Opinions

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Today it is the turn of the eleventh and final of eleven questions from Noelle of “Saylingaway” who nominated me for the blogging Sunshine Award. I was determined to answer the eleven questions one a day! Today’s final question is: What’s a random opinion you have that you’ll defend no matter what?

People seem to think that everyone should have an opinion about everything. Many years ago, when the French were testing their nuclear science in the South Pacific many people protested. I was asked my opinion. I said I didn’t have an opinion as I didn’t have all the facts. I was just about killed.

So that is one random opinion I have that I’ll defend no matter what: that we are entitled to have no opinion about things we know nothing about. No, it’s not a cop out. There are so little facts we are told. One quick glance at Google and Wikipedia and you’ll realize how much is being made up!

I read the silliest thing yesterday. A man said – on the News – I don’t believe we have been visited by UFOs but the Government is hiding these visits from us. An oxymoron? In my OPINION, if you haven’t seen a UFO there’s no reason to believe in them. One doesn’t need to have an opinion on the matter.

So, in conclusion, be free from many of the things that bother us. The weight of the world becomes burdensome when we have opinions about things we know little about. The Desert Fathers of the early Christian church all declared: Have no opinion.

I would like to finish by thanking Noelle for the Sunshine Award. It brought sunshine to my days, and I hope the readers of this blog will also have bright and sunny weather! Tomorrow we’re back to the usual suspicious deaths and intrigue. Load the pistols! Sharpen the carving knives! Fill the vials with potassium cyanide! We’re hopefully heading back to murder territory!

3286. She had the skills

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The Bible said “Physician heal thyself” but Olwyn’s method of recovery seemed a little strange. She had worked as a doctor all her working life. It was a ruse. She had never qualified as a doctor. In fact she had never even once in her life passed through the doors of a Medical School. All she had were forged papers of qualifications from Egypt and an enormous amount of bravado to even pretend to see patients.

Now, after almost thirty years, she had come down with an illness she couldn’t diagnose. She was getting ill-er and ill-er by the day and felt if she went to see a real doctor her subterfuge would be discovered.

It all began many years earlier when she went on a date and asked what he did and he said he was studying to be a nuclear physicist. Well, she couldn’t say she worked packing shelves at the grocery store so she said she was studying to be a doctor. The relationship came to naught, but she kept going with the deceit which had grown into a private practice. And now she was feeling decidedly ill and was stuck. She could prescribe medication for herself but she didn’t know what was wrong with her.

During her final days at a hospice, visitors marvelled at the reputation of Olwyn the nuclear physicist. Her apparent worldwide repute was awe inspiring. She had used her scientific prowess to make the lives of many, many suffering people so much easier.

At least she was good at something, but it was neither medicine nor science.

2592. Always do one thing at a time

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Noah poured himself a wine to celebrate. What he had done was so simple and yet people had said it was not possible. Noah had hacked his way into the digital framework of every nuclear country and disabled their nuclear buttons. He did it in a flash – all at once – with one push of what he called “My Peace Button”.

Noah was a crank; a total crank. He was a creative genius of unrivalled ability. An example would be his burglar proof abode. If a stranger entered his house uninvited all windows and door were silently barred. The burglar would slowly starve to death. The system could be activated from anywhere in the world.

Noah was not one in a million; he was one in eight billion. The systems he devised weren’t the usual run-of-the-mill stuff.

Only one nuclear warhead was not disabled. Noah had altered its pre-set trajectory. It could not be changed. It would head to downtown Beijing. The Chinese could blow up themselves or Noah could activate it with the push of a button.

Noah poured himself another wine and sat down in his armchair.

“Goodbye Beijing,” he said. He pressed the button. It was now a question of waiting. It was then he realized something: he’d muddled the GPS. The nuclear warhead was heading straight for his burglar-proof house.