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Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Hard hitters & bullshitters

Everything seems smooth until we refuse to comply with either unjust laws or social contracts that we haven't yet approved of as one of the concerned parties. 

The prevailing culture of "do what we say or bear the consequences" is wearing, earing thin with all but the slowest, oldest or weakest among us. These laggards must also be  empowered to rise up and defend themselves from tyranny. 

The pervading notion of "Britishness" on the one hand, versus everything categorised as "unbritish" or something else doesn't have a middle ground that seems to be acceptable to anybody at all. 

My mum wants to watch this Carol service on BBC 2. This posh chap in a dress is currently reading from something by GKChesterton. She's going mental because she thinks he should be reading the bible to the TV viewers. 

I explained that of the 2% of the UK population that bothers its arse to go church, this Etonian mess being staged before us represents probably only the very "top" 2% of that 2%. 

'They can't read the bible,' I told her 'because the people don't want to hear it. They need to hit the market for this in the middle, to get the most viewers.' 

My mum asked whether they have ordinary kids in these choirs. I said that these over privileged choir singers were the kids of horrid daddies who all worked in canary wharf & put their vile offspring in private boarding schools so they didn't have to deal with them. 

It's bad enough that the Catholic Church decided to elect a small group of privileged people to sing for the rest of the congregation. 

This weird unbiblical state of affairs seems to mirror British society, which is being engineered & managed by a few wealthy middle class people while the rest of us do all the work, according to the whims of the affluent upper class, for whose benefit all economic activity is, and for whom all the wealth is being generated. 

She says I'm growing old and grumpy. I don't think I'm grumpy. Old? Yes,  but more angry than grumpy. Any thoughts in your mind? 

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