Che Guevara argued that to build socialism it is necessary first to build socialist consciousness. In England the building of New Labour consciousness has gone on apace, beginning in the university and intellectual world and working steadily on through schools, through media and, once in power, through investment in the client base and the Third Sector of quangos, 'charities', and research centres and think tanks.
There is no need of a conspiracy theory, of secret cabals guiding chosen careers, of puppet masters working in global hierarchies. Culture goes where the money is. Money does the trick. Money and a profoundly human, deep structure networking capacity, a built-in mechanism to cluster with like minds until a critical mass is reached and able to operate in society using formal levers of power and explicitly required conformities to confer greater strength to the various kinds or aspects of the mindset required.
New Labour has induced its mindset, its consciousness, in every level of our society, and it comes to its full flowering in the House of Commons next week. A three line whip - the ugly goad 'do as you are told or be stripped of your privileges' which is now invariably present throughout our society in case the consciousness should falter in the face of guilt for what we are doing, will ensure the passing of the bill that enables, funds, encourages, glories in the creation of hybrids who will be "destroyed" before their existence becomes a large enough challenge, even to their creators, to give pause.
A further horror has been embodied in this bill, added late to avoid any Parliamentary, let alone public discussion: that 'donations' from their own bodies, to facilitate hybrid supply, from those unable to give informed consent will be assumed to have received consent.
The people in church are singing the Alleluiah as I write this. Their beliefs are not mine; their God embodies what I do not accept. But their Faith has enabled my secular culture which is part of theirs, and theirs of mine, to resist and deny the moral evil that is engulfing England's culture.
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Thank you, HG, you write so well.
All the people who have made remarks here form some kind of front, if they want to, against what is happening Elby.
...the ugly goad 'do as you are told or be stripped of your privileges' which is now invariably present throughout our society in case the consciousness should falter in the face of guilt for what we are doing....
That understanding was forced by E-K who described where your family might end up. He might not have intended my conclusions, mind you. (or even where I started from).
Some of my energisers are Elbyoutbursts on Guido.
Lilith's picture galleries do maximum damage to bombastic mania.
I am furious and frightened, Elby. Not for me, but for the children. We are merely utterly disenchanted, but safe. Mostly I dive back under the covers and look at paintings, read poetry, and preserve the kitchen garden against the winter.
Me too, HG. 10 years ago, I was pretty sanguine about the world my children - then 15, 20, 21 & 23 - were stepping out into. Now I wonder if a nightmare is around the corner, or indeed, on the doorstep.
So yes, treasure what we hold close for sure. I have always held that everything, and not just charity, starts at home. I haven't got a lot in the world at all bar my loved ones, and the things that move me, from the wet green woods in the pouring rain with Pig, to my loved ones, to falling into a Vermeer, or sailing away on a piece of music. But little in the way of things to hold on to.
I am increasingly inclined to be troublesome. The lot of the old person - not that I am at 57, or really feel it - but I am I think at the start of the last third of my life, DV, should be to be adventurous, and to be troublesome.
I am certainly far more ornery than I used to be, that's for sure. And I love a good rant. And as many of us feel, it seems to me, Brown unnerves me at a visceral level.
He is not right. Thatcher might not have been to my taste, but she was pretty much who she was. Brown? Who is Brown? What is Brown? I do believe he believes everything he says. And that is worrying. I wouldn't be that fussed if he dropped dead, put it that way, as I don't think he is 100% human.
Elby - HG, Barnsley Bill, several others and I lead from the front by living overseas. Take Lilith and daughter (if she wants to go) home, along with such assets as you may have, while the airports are still open and you don't need an exit visa.
Nomad,
I have four kids here ("kids" - 25 to 33) and their Mum - my ex - has progressive MS. My heart tells me I should be with them as long as she lives, and that may be a while. We're still a functioning family - ex and I get on fine, and are now the really good friends we in fact were; once the raising of children was done, she was "theirs" rather than "mine"; I bear her no ill-will for that, and am happy that we have managed to reconfigure our family, that she still has what the children see as the family home, where most of them spent most of their childhood, and which they pleaded with me to give to their Mum, when I told them I was going, for her security, and so that there was still a "family hearth" around which we still gather.
So it is tough. I'm at an age - 57 - where I don't seek the company of people actively. Indeed, whilst loving the company of good friends, I am perfectly happy with my own company, and used to go camping on my own once the kids came with us no more, and Pat got fed up with it.
So NZ, L's homeland, would suit me fine in many ways; at the moment, however, I'm here, think I will be for a while, and in my current economically non-productive mode (I'm L's houseboy :-), and do the shopping and cooking), I'm doing what I always loved doing, helping to make a home with all that means.
And part of thinks that with my diminished responsibilities (tee-hee), I should be doing more to bring this bunch of bastards down, and to bang their heads against a few pavements. My loathing of New Stasi is visceral, and if a thunderbolt struck cabinet down, I'd shed no tears. In fact, I'd dance a jig.
I could, I'm pretty sure, get Irish citizenship, as my paternal grandparents were both Irish citizens; you just need their birth certificates I believe. That's an option. I do love the place, and have a dear cousin who has moved to Skibbereen from the UK.
Elby (and Lil)...
...in that case, vaya con dios my friends.
Nomad - if you are an old saudi hand, did you ever run into a Nick Poynton out there? Architect - worked in Saudi & Bahrein in the 70s and early 80s (mebbe elsewhere as well). Rugby type!
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