Subject: Discombobulate the people.
Our future is with the collective but our survival is as an individual and so the paradox continues. As in private life so in public we profess to know the route we are on but because we clash with those who we should carry with us we are bound to fail. Only the powerful have the resources to be two things at once, only they can pay the piper and call the tune, we must simply trail our coats in the mud looking for scraps amongst our past glories.
If we can finally summon some panache, some style, if we can stop electing dummies for leaders and settle our debts first before moving on to some new escapade. If we could remember more of Kipling than Kierkegaard “we would be a better man my son”.
Our lives are gripped by the straightjacket of slavish conformity, a perishable commodity if ever there was one, there’s no originality in our thinking only a constant reference to what others think, a sort of fear of our own shadow. The grist of who we are is lost in an accommodation of others, people who don’t care to thank us for our hospitality and only deny us the keys to the house when we return. Somehow we need to seek clarity for what we stand for and it can’t be a melting pot, we have to have the strength to decide who are our friends and who the foe.
As the world turns slowly and we go through the movements of our requiem reminiscence the political movement seems to have shuddered to a halt with delay taken for action. Prime Minister Truss and her motley archers stand ready to shoot down our cherished institutions. The right to be heard in court, the right to protest, the right to see a doctor on the National Health, the right to ensue our BBC has full independence from government edict. The list goes on. The challenges from the ‘right wing think tanks’ which provide Ms Truss with a teleprompter brief, a substitute for real policy statements and the disestablishment of links to parliamentary democracy in exchange for cabinet diktat, ordinary people cut right out of the negotiating process as unions are further demonised, the safety valve from actual revolt tied down and the pressure allowed to rise. It’s all bound up in the Friedman/Murdock/Trump hymn book, the denial of truth and the rise of falsehood.
Discombobulate, the people and you have the fodder for what ever you want to do.
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