So the gaps between blogs get longer as the initial rationale for it becomes less imperative, at least for the immediate future until something else comes along. My latest abdominal pains are keeping me awake at night, but mainly with worrying about what they might be. So I’ll cook another dinner, have a few drinks and maybe they’ll go soon.
I am getting other pains as I read and listen to various folk go on about things economic, highlighted by the crude and warped EU discussion. Se de pfeffel twatface is playing his usual stupid games, why is he given so much oxygen of publicity? Because he’s a convenient sideshow used by the powerful kleptos to entertain the plebs, boris and circuses.
Anyway, I was incensed by a youngish person on last night’s question time. When a young man in deep toryville (Stratford upon Avon) dared to ask why nationalisation of the energy companies is not being considered, youngish panelist immediately said “that ship has sailed”. Says who? Why the dominant narrative the kleptos have been fine tuning for the last 40 years or so, such that we now have an unbelievable, barely credible cognitive dissonance as their dominant narrative with regard to things economic means that when someone like the young man dares to question the ‘new clothes’ they are immediately dismissed even though it is a perfectly reasonable question to the neoliberal bollocks we’re sold.
And sold it has been for many years now, since the major western powers, notably the USA and Britain, have developed ‘soft power’ in the form of ‘public relations’. It started in the late 60’s when ‘the establishments’ were scared that folk might see through them and create a new order. As I’ve quoted before Hunter S Thompson had it:
“It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant…
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark — that place where the wave finally broke, and rolled back.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
And so the class war continues. Sometimes feels like we’re all a load of frogs in a giant vat of water slowly heating so we don’t notice we’re all going to be boiled alive. An apt metaphor as the actual world is warming in our anthropocene era, which is of course denied by the kleptos.
Listening to my 1966 playlist right now, going to have a 1966 themed dinner party soon.
And steve wright can fuck off with his ‘serious jocking’ bollocks. The corollary is that the rest of his ‘jocking’ is bollocks, which is true.
And Tom Clarke banging on about us needing a ‘new language’ (in today’s Grauniad) to that in current usage by politicians and the kleptos economic and media lackeys. Some of us knew this all a while ago, I think Chomsky had it covered years ago.
Anyway I’m off to finish cooking chicken bourride and open a bottle of Coteaux de Languedoc, bleedin’ shiraz socialist.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.