A repost of a wonky thinking email.
The question for this post is: how have we got from babies that know the difference between right and wrong, to the massive misuse of resources to the detriment of other humans and to the planet?
There must be something wonky in what happens to us subsequent to birth . . . is it homelife, or education, child abuse or neglect. Something happens.
It makes you wonder what went on in the Murdock family home or schooling; or in the early lives of the Trafigura executives. Read and listen on:
So you thought it was BP, the bankers and big end of town who held sway in Whitehall, Washington, the Élysée Palace etc? Well, it’s different poo with, however, the same stink. I commend this Background Briefing report on what links 10 Downing Street, phone hacking, intellectual property rights, power, duplicity etc
This podcast is hardly thought provoking, but still fascinating . . . Murdoch . . . mmm . . . the very essence of what is unattractive about humans!
Blurb from the philosophers’ zone: Given that we all begin our lives as children, it is perhaps surprising that philosophy has paid such little attention, relatively speaking, to childhood. In this 30 minute podcast you meet the American philosopher and psychologist Alison Gopnik, who argues that in some ways young children are actually smarter, more imaginative, more caring and even more conscious than adults are.
And, in the same vein, you might be wondering how we got to this present sorry state of affairs; then please consider this short 20 minute pod. This has Professor Peter Singer describing, amongst other things, recent research on how just-born babies (pre-talking) know the difference between right and wrong.
So, from that baseline for human behaviour, how do we arrive at the Murdock story and, to complete the see-saw, the following story?
Please get your fangs into this 20 minute story – from a couple of years ago, complete with white knights (mentions of Anthony Sampson) and villains . . .
P.s. not much in the infant media about Bahrain . . . tum-ti-tum