Over these past few months I have been looking back down the darkened valley of my life and it has not been a pleasant sight. It is a shallow ravine. Where there are deeper pools they are mostly filled with bitterness & regret. I am left with an over-whelming sense of pointlessness. This view has often been obscured by alcohol and short-term distractions, but the more time I have had to brood on the picture, the less I like what I see and in the recent past I have had far too much time on my hands to contemplate such a thin, transparent object…
Which only goes to prove the dangers of sobriety & friendless society. The exigencies bat-flu has thrust upon us all have not been on the whole pleasant, judging by the toxicity of social media and the inexplicable failure of any group of professionals to get to grips with the situation. The Dunkirk Spirit so beloved of my fellow countrymen who get most of their sense of history from Commando war comics and The Victor, seems to be sadly lacking in any quarter.
We have descended into a mire of finger-pointing and blame culture while the professionals we normally rely on to drag us out of the muck only seem to be pushing us further in.
I cannot put into words how sad & dissapointed I am at the current political leadership’s failure to grasp even the basics of Government. I know the gene pool up the political end of evolution has never been that deep, and they have always been self-serving nest featherers with a nice line in looking down their noses at the great unwashed except when they needed their votes, but there was always at least an acknowledgement of the rules of fair governance and a rough direction to their meanderings that we could understand, if not agree with.
But now our elected leaders openly break their own rules, publicly get caught with their hands in the cookie jars and don’t have the least pretence of an idea of what they are doing or why. And they seem to be almost proud of their corruption & ineptitude knowing we can’t touch them for it because spin doctoring and misinformation has taken the place of common sense and the rule of law throughout the land.
As a Nation we have rendered ourselves powerless to stop them by our own failure to reach any kind of accord on what we should do about any issue. We have surrendered our right to Democracy because in a Democratic society the people have to vote FOR something and we now only vote AGAINST the things we think we loathe, or are naturally prejudiced against or don’t understand for one reason or another.
How the mighty have fallen. Or maybe we weren’t so mighty in the first place. We look back at an Empire we think was a shining beacon of British achievement, but was in fact largely built on human suffering, blood and greed and corruption and all the baser human instincts. It was covered over with a veneer of liberal values and Christian ethnics, but not too far below the surface there was the mass forceful subjection of millions to create the wealth and power for a privileged few.
And I’m pretty sure those ‘Great Britons’ would have spat in the eye and dug in the heel on most of the British people who today gain their pride in their Country from those far off old despots who wouldn’t have crossed the street to p*ss on them if they were on fire.
I think about how the Brexit voting, St George flag wearing man in the street looks back with shining eyes on a map coloured pink, and think about how different those eyes would look in the forlorn hope of a malaria infected army.
White Anglo-Saxon Protestant man has had his brief moments of glory, but the ‘Great Britions’ who spun the myths that sent them to their deaths to ensure the map stayed pink, took all the credit and the Gold and left nothing for their fellow Countrymen except a sense of entitlement and the myth of White Superiority, which their ancestors down to this day are stuck with and can’t move away from.
It’s not a pink World anymore as we are about to discover to our horrible cost. I hope Bojo has a fiddle so he has something to do while the Country burns to the ground around him! I bet he can’t play it properly anyway!
Bulk and The Devil 