Decided yesterday that I’d give this vanity project that is my blog a rest for a while, especially after medical advice, but sadly after yesterday’s war vote and listening to hilary benn’s rabble rousing bollocks I can’t help myself.
It still amazes me how a whole country can be so easily hoodwinked. Cognitive dissonance spreads. So depressing listening to all the sanctimonious, self-righteous bollocks spewing from the mouths of so many. Dear old Tony must be turning in his grave as his son talks like a neo-con in a speech lauded by so many as ‘a great speech’. It was nothing of the sort. it was blatant politicking of the worst kind as he makes his leadership bid. And the bullingdon bully again shows his true colours as he labels all those who dare to vote against him as ‘terrorist sympathisers’ and refuses to apologise. If any logic were applied to the situation we would soon realise that he is the terrorist sympathiser. Lets have a little bit on every screen from now on which records the number of civilians killed by bombing.
But as we enter the fourth Middle Eastern disaster in only 12 years will we after this have a proper inquiry into the mendacity of politicians, the supplicance of a supine and bigoted media (they too should be accountable, peddling lies and the like). As Simon Jenkins, no bleeding heart liberal he, writes apropos condom cameron: “his own relentless deployment of the politics of fear makes him terrorism’s “useful idiot””. That appeals to me, describing the buller bully as a ‘useful idiot’.
Heard something I never thought I’d hear from a neighbour this morning as she said we were putting our neighbours to shame with our new door and windows. “Keeping up with the Smiths” she said.
And what do we make of Dan Price, the Seattle ceo who now pays all his staff $70,000, including himself? I think it’s great and a brilliant antidote to the other greedy, sociopathic kleptos. But there’s already a pretty big backlash from siblings, ex-wife and other supporters of capitalist exploitation. So an apparently simple story of something good is swiftly muddied.
Anyway, I’m off to pack for Venice.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan