1st April huh? And much of the stuff we’ve woken up to today
is beyond a joke. As the fabric of this septic isle goes to further rack and
ruin in the misguided hijacking of the term "efficiency" – all that remains to be
considered is really, how far can too far go.
Austerity is here to stay. Or so it seems. Not as catchy as
“rock’n’roll” is it? I’m pretty sure that any ditty about it won’t warrant a
gazillion hits on youtube. So yeah, here we are. A bunch of folks experienced a
White Easter. That’s not some kind of racial stereotyping, merely a statement
of fact. Temperatures are below seasonal average but the people are hot under
the collar. Blighty – and all of the rest of Europe has been sold down the
river while the financially rich get richer and the rest of us get right
royally humped. As perceived efficiencies is met – actual services disappear.
The Police and Fire Departments have become single forces as of today, the wee man only
knows what kind of mess will ensue through that premise.
Perhaps they’ll be controlled via scripts from offshore call
centres? Not nearly as ludicrous a possibility as it seems in the pursuit of
the almighty buck. The alleged “government” can collectively go and take a
something that rhymes with that at themselves. Is there no end to the
humiliation? Of course, another war or some big catastrophe might really play
into their hands. We’re all potential cannon fodder while divide and conquer as
a concept is rolled out across the western world. Barry Maguire’s estate may be
up for a dollar or three if he lands the theme song. It’s an ill wind... as you
I went to see a film called The Happy Lands yesterday. It’s
about the 1926 Miners Strike that ran for some months beyond the General Strike
and how it affected an area of Fife in particular. It was subtitled because
some of that dialect has been found to be a tad difficult to “unnerstaun’” even
in the central belt. But the message is that nothing much has changed. The
wearing down process may have morphed and multiplied but the essence is the
same. I almost never went. It was verging too much on the dreaded costume drama
for me but it really works. It’s part documentary – mostly dramatisation – and
indeed the localisation was of particular interest. Recent events here have
placed emphasis on the concept of family. And how it is far more important than
money or trappings.
As families and communities fracture because of greed and
kow-towing, it seems to me that we’re all in danger of going under in the
pursuit of some creep and his or its bottom line. Often dressed up as
progress, change for change’s sake is seldom improvement. It’s a power trip.
Evangelisation takes on many forms and I’m not impressed with bullies, blowhards or
combinations thereof. It’s all seemingly out of control. Way so.
Anyway, enough of my blather, this thing is 36 years old today and I mean to attempt and post something every day until I head for Stockholm at the end of the month.
Let’s see what happens to this supposed