The current contractions ...
are just a sign that the moment of birth is approaching.
I wasn't a diarist during the last changeover in this country, so I am only left with one or two vivid, therefore specific, memories, and an otherwise sort of cloudy fuzz to remember how it was.
"Oh how we laughed and danced the night away"
I know Michael Foot shuffled away after being beaten by Margeret Thatcher in the elections, and I remember Jay remarking to me, as we sat up watching the confirmation of the polls, that he felt that Michael Foot was "leaving Parliament with an honourable record; he had lost because his campaign had been too honest".
After Foot came a blur, Kinnock danced but was out-danced. John Smith died, never a good way to try and overcome the other side, but blue-eyed baby Blair got them all dancing to a brand new song, and they took over the theatre for a while.
Now, the squirming has begun again, as the final thrashings of an experiment in pretending that the left can out-right the right leave squiggly patterns on the laboratory bench top.
Cameron is coming,
the sun will shine again,
let's strum upon our banjo's
"We won't get fooled again."
As if.
Just like Jay thought Michael Foot left parliament in honourable defeat, ( Labour plain-speaking beaten by Tory glitter), so there once was a man who has been described as "the first man to enter parliament with honest intentions." Guido Fawkes. He has a blog, you know.
Over here is a piece worth reading. Labour previously out-toried the tories to get into power, now the tories are prepared, (Guido thinks), to out-labour labour in order to have their turn at the wheel again. And if it means protecting us from being exposed to dissenting views, well, labour have done very well with protecting us from ourselves, so it seems the tories have realised that we can continue to put up with that to which we have become accustomed.
Old tune, new dance routine.
Plus ca change, mais c'est la meme chose
I wasn't a diarist during the last changeover in this country, so I am only left with one or two vivid, therefore specific, memories, and an otherwise sort of cloudy fuzz to remember how it was.
"Oh how we laughed and danced the night away"
I know Michael Foot shuffled away after being beaten by Margeret Thatcher in the elections, and I remember Jay remarking to me, as we sat up watching the confirmation of the polls, that he felt that Michael Foot was "leaving Parliament with an honourable record; he had lost because his campaign had been too honest".
After Foot came a blur, Kinnock danced but was out-danced. John Smith died, never a good way to try and overcome the other side, but blue-eyed baby Blair got them all dancing to a brand new song, and they took over the theatre for a while.
Now, the squirming has begun again, as the final thrashings of an experiment in pretending that the left can out-right the right leave squiggly patterns on the laboratory bench top.
Cameron is coming,
the sun will shine again,
let's strum upon our banjo's
"We won't get fooled again."
As if.
Just like Jay thought Michael Foot left parliament in honourable defeat, ( Labour plain-speaking beaten by Tory glitter), so there once was a man who has been described as "the first man to enter parliament with honest intentions." Guido Fawkes. He has a blog, you know.
Over here is a piece worth reading. Labour previously out-toried the tories to get into power, now the tories are prepared, (Guido thinks), to out-labour labour in order to have their turn at the wheel again. And if it means protecting us from being exposed to dissenting views, well, labour have done very well with protecting us from ourselves, so it seems the tories have realised that we can continue to put up with that to which we have become accustomed.
Old tune, new dance routine.
Plus ca change, mais c'est la meme chose
Labels: lie to me, tell me you love me
posted by Sopwith-Camel | 10:56 am
6 Comments:
What nobody seems to be saying - and they should be shouting it from the rooftops - is that this government is the most deceitful and disingenuous government we have seen for a long time and deserves to be sent packing for that alone.
What some people are saying - but not enough people and not loudly enough - is that this government more than any we have seen for a long time is trampling our rights and rushing us into a police state ("surveillance society" is far too cuddly a term for it) and deserves to be sent packing for that alone.
If you need a third reason it is that it is doing the second thing combined with the first: deceitfully crushing our rights "for our own good".
ST: As far as spotting what this government do, well, you have to look hard, they buried a piece of bad news the other day behind the fuss over the FSA head was the quiet announcement that the police will not be investigating further into the matter of peers and money.
I was struck by the thought the other day as I burned those newspapers from the early 90's, that it seemed to me that whilst the Tory sleaze had often featured sex scandals, labour didn't seem to be half so prolific in the bed-scandals as they are in the areas of pocketing dosh and incompetency, but then I remembered Archer and Aitken and thought to myself, maybe I've been misjudging them all. Perhaps Labour are too clever to be caught so easily. But then I thought, "What am I thinking? They're politicians, they're mentally blondes, we just don't look behind the hair and false eyelashes to see the scheming faces".
Sorry to any real blondes who might have taken offense at that. But then, they've often been offensive to me when I've inquired, purely from curiosity, if they really are blonde.
Ah well, revenge is sweet. Show me to my ballot-paper.
Democracy is a sham when there is no prospect of anyone who represents your interests acquiring power.
Anyway, it's going to be moot. Our world is on the brink right now, and will probably fall apart.
Democracy, like religion, is something that we are walked into as children, and then discover the truth about as we grow up. It is also an abrogation of responsibility, because most people do not want to be bothered with the agony of making a choice, they just want to sit around carping about it afterwards.
"Our world is on the brink right now, and will probably fall apart"
Oh come now Doctor, cease these cassandraic calls! It's a rollercoaster, you always think you're going to crash as it starts descending.
No. Normally it's a rollercoaster. This time it's jumped the rails. It's fine to be glib about it, but it really isn't anything to laugh about.
Go on then Zen, take old Jung's advice: don't fall screaming with the other victims, swoop, spread wings, and soar.
Rid the Kamikaze, that way is Satori :)
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