Hubert Schaub

Hello dear readers and followers.

It’s been challenging to put this into words because it means acknowledging a new reality that is radically different to what was expected. It is with sadness, joy and envy that I must inform you all that Hubert took the next step in the Journey of Life on Saturday June 29 2024.

The sadness is for those of us who wanted to spend more time with this magnificent person, to benefit from his wisdom and thirst for knowledge, to be able to spend hours in respectful and wild debates about the physical or the metaphysical, the mental and the spiritual. Hubert’s thirst of knowledge and understanding of this world that we inhabit was only matched by his thirst for the company of others, to be able to share this world in wonder.

The joy is that Hubert has taken the next step in his personal journey of life. His philosophies of life can be found in his writings, both on the blog, and the e-books he wrote, and in these tomes you will find a rich and beautiful view of the world in which we live, and his perspectives on our place in it, including the stages of life. Hubert was not one to shy away from his responsibilities to others, and he knew that one day this step was coming. Through his nature and approach to life he prepared those of us he managed to touch in life well for when he would take this step. This preparation does not lessen our sadness, but it has filled out hearts with joy that he is continuing his journey.

The envy, is that Hubert has beaten us to this next step, that he now has the answers to those questions that would get raised in those wonderful debates about the journey of life. Hubert would not judge us for this envy, for we will all get those answers eventually, but Hubert also knew what it was to be human, to want those answers and for them to be locked away until we can join him.

We are all going to miss Hubert’s physical presence, but he has not left us entirely. His legacy will live on through his family, friends and students, together with his thoughts and writings.

I personally will always be forever thankful that Hubert had the foresight to put his philosophy of life into written form so that we could all benefit from his wisdom.

Until we meet again Hubert.

We love you.

Auf wiedersehen.

Albo, oh Albo, where have you been?
You were in China to meet Xi Jin Ping.

Selling lobster and wine, that sounds ‘just fine’.
The concessions you made in return, make our hearts burn.
Betraying our country isn’t any fun,
No doubt you returned, sporting a brown tongue.
Your inaction and lies, we despise.
On issues that matter, you do nothing but pass,
It’s time you bend down and kiss your own arse.
This time round, a brown tongue you won’t get,
Because just like a lobster, you carry the shit in your head. You don’t impliment, you just keep making plan after plan Until the ‘shit hits the fan’.
As Prime Minister you sit on democracy’s throne,
Lt’s face it; Try a proportional ‘two man solution’ and swap places with a‘Garden Gnome’.

Tired of wearing other people’s shoes, Alias decides to get his own. He pays a visit to his old friend, the shoemaker and saddler ‘Ralph Lederhosen’.
Ralph is one of the ‘old sort’; a man of honesty, integrity and a sound work ethic. The shoes he makes for Alias fit perfectly. Unbeknown to Alias, his new shoes give him the ability to see through the smokescreen of lies, deceit, and ridicule which engulfs the world.
He checks the news on his phone only to be bombarded with Media terminology crash news, such as: You should be worried! Worse than you think! You won’t believe this! And he thinks: ‘What arrogance’? Who are you to tell us that we should be worried? How do you know what we think or believe? What’s happened to media ethics and integrity?
Pondering about the state of the publishing industry, Alias realizes that: A positive review from the editor of the New York Times means, in real terms, that the book is crap, the same goes for news reports by al Jazeera, Hindustan times and all the other rouge channels.
Alias soon realizes that AI created images are domineering the internet.
Villain propagandist General Douglas Mc Gregor for example, is he real?
Alias watches distorted, poorly photoshopped pictures of Putin, Xi, Biden, Netanyahu and other heads of state, designed to deceive the gullible masses, when suddenly, Alias’ guts are calling for a toilet break; ‘Shit luck’, the screen on the public toilet door nearby requires him to open an account and log-in, then to enter a username, a password and a pin, all to be verified of course. One ‘error’ plus an ‘invalid password later’, Alias finally gets it right and is asked: How do you want to open this door? Push, Pull or Slide? He makes his choice, only to find the door jammed. Alias runs home in desperation holding up his pants. Home save, and cleaned up, he turns on the TV, only to watch our ‘Dear Leader’ ‘Anthony Albatross’ and his evil sidekick ‘Penny Wrong’ trying to deceive the unsuspecting masses. Alias concludes: Buddy Holly was right when he sang: “I was lost in a fool’s paradise.”

When we campaign for a just and worthy cause we exercise our freedom of speech and expression.
Some perpetual activists on the other hand, campaign for self-fabricated or hijacked causes to satisfy their notoriously cult-based lust for anger, hatred, violence and even cruelty, in short; emotional, verbal, and physical terrorism. This often leads to conflict of various kinds resulting in total anarchy.
Anarchy, the ‘voice of rage and ruin’, harbours a nasty habit of evolving into a ‘wonderful neo-socialist paradise’ governed by a supreme leader, where the people, poor, obedient and suffering, are told they are equal, and everyone is forced to be happy.
Read more in my e-book: ‘Real Bold & Simple’, Chapter 10, ‘Ideology vs. Reality’. Download from this website.

Alias can’t decide whose shoes to step into, so he grasps the opportunity to go ‘a la natural’, walking barefoot. He soon realizes that feet don’t stink when you walk barefoot unless you step into something like dog poo.
Not having to impersonate any ‘shoe wearing’ character, he walks the earth ‘footloose and fancy free’. His mind switched on neutral, he explores the world without pre-mediated thought. Strolling through the streets, the varying textures of concrete, bitumen and cobble stone stimulate a new experience for his senses, when he eyes a game of ‘street chess’ in action, played by a scruffy looking ‘Wino’ and a clean- cut businessman in good spirit of equality. The chess board however paints a different picture.
Soldiers are heavily restricted in their movements and easily sacrificed. Nobles and horses are more precious and valuable due to their inherited rights of movement so is the queen, but they may all be killed. The king however does ‘fuck all’ except for a few sidekicks. He can’t be killed, only cornered, which signifies the end of the game.
This doesn’t sit right with Alias’s neutral mind. He realizes that the ancient game of chess is still being played worldwide in a ‘real life setting’ and he ponders: why don’t we target the leaders right from the beginning of the conflict, as we did in times gone by, when the courageous king led the army into battle and was the prime target?