Happy Pride!
Great - now that’s out of the way lets
get on with the real things at hand.
Perhaps now we can build on all the disasters
circulating. Perhaps not. Perhaps Theresa May will become prime minister. Perhaps
England will win the European cup. Perhaps not.
People only care when it is really on
top of them. At least the common response to global and national disasters of
‘Well at least my house went up forty grand last year” no longer applies. Because
they wont. So I can’t.
Because its really about complacency.
The instability staring us in the face for so long has now come to pass before
our very eyes. Not the jittery financial markets shaking or America sneezing somewhere, but a titan of
greater proportions than we could ever believe. Right now. On this little
island, a flotilla of deluded divisionism forever responsible for what is about
to follow. Because in one day the UK has become blame taker for the horrors of
the future. The seat of global chaos. The home of the ‘global right’. The child
waiting to be bullied who will fight back through the shame of a yet unpenned
doctrine of exclusion. The fearful bully
who has no choice but to retaliate before a strike.
The fact that this country has
destabilized so many others and given the monsters a platform is a global shame.
The other nations of a union once trying to make a better world for all queers
– women, gays, the disabled – the contents of every society in every age.
Putting any victory up for grabs by the scared and the meek, by the hubris of
the great misinformed.
...of
non British controlled ‘Human rights’ like minimum wages - all because of
racism, a straight banana or a Snickers bar tasting the same in every country.
Dismantling the newly build steps of the
disabled in accordance to non EU regulations, the healthcare of the elderly, of
non British controlled ‘Human rights’ like minimum wages - all because of
racism, a straight banana or a Snickers bar tasting the same in every country. How
about the anti-cancer drugs halted by a panicked Big Pharma, because nobody
knows of the global implications of the new, unknown British drug statutes?
Corporations in fear of future litigation halting the supplies of live saving
drugs to the dying or preventatives for the living?
Did the Brexiters think of this? Or
where they too caught up in Murdochia to think anything else? Have they since been
placated by the same source? They have tuned their fight onto anything but the
real culprits? Answers on a postcard please to Brussels for immediate
recycling. Another EU directive.
Lies uncovered before our very eyes,
still ignored. Mass resignations resulting in our country going into free-fall,
ignoring the outstretched arms of our nearest and dearest.
Trapped on this Lilliput of hate
surrounded by the little people who pushed it out into the uncharted oceans of ‘wait
and see’. Our worst nightmare. Unfolding. Right here.
Yes - there really is nothing to be
proud for anymore. This hubris has destroyed any fight made by anyone in the
age of modernism and social reform. The gays, the blacks. And it seems like the
country will be again run by a white tory woman all over again. Who, because of
a hateful patriarchy, her role becoming more about ‘growing a pair’ than doing
the unspeakable – having other women in her cabinet – a throw over from the dark days of her mentor. A new
leader who has systematically over the last five years, made it her priority to
log every email, text, and internet communication not of the so called jihadist
cell, but of her own people – postulating them as the potential terrorists but
really (more lies) as a system of social control. Forcing them to regulate their
online selves as GCHQ and whoever else ‘perhaps’ watches. Growing a database of
discrimination so that the ‘Agitators’ can be arrested and held before and in
the event of a social standoff. All covered up by the Murdoch press - all eaten
up by the global poor.
So, shame again on us. Me. You.
So, don’t be proud to be free and gay
because this is a time that we failed and lost.
My mistrust lays in the eyes of the
angry white mother with two kids and a pushchair staring sideways, hatefully at
her Somalian equivalent on a bus somewhere. Two scared women - two faces of the
same fear. Or ‘our’ representative in the European parliament delivering instigating
a hooligan rhetoric to doctors and lawyers - representatives of a freer state -
while every piece of so called elitist intellectualism melts before the eyes of
the world.
The voided ancient Greek theories that
we can never see the future, that we walk backwards into it as we look to the
past stretching out behind us. Learning from it. And now this past blurring
into a certain future which we all can see and dread. A future where every
narrative we ever latched onto, is thrown into the void of our own making.
Destroying the buffer between my face and the broken bottle of my own ranting
townspeople.
There is no pride anymore. There is
only shame. No Europride. No Eurovision, No European cup or European travel
because the people have now voted. And when the other 49% (and a fair
proportion of the rest) realise this, they will only be able to take up arms
against each other. And when this happens this new PM knows exactly what to do
because this is what she groomed into the state as we all celebrated the
increased value of our houses. Of how we will cash them in closer to retirement
and move in Marbella in the Spanish sun. The retirement village of the future
has become a prison of our own making.
I really do hope that the EU thrives
from this point. It’s the best we can hope for. If it falls into chaos then again
it is this tiny sad island that will be responsible for the global misery that
ensures. And not only will this new
bloody war be within the boundaries of the UK but also against this tiny island
from every civilized country in the world. Because any other dictatorship or hateful
junta republic has just become civilized, by referendum.
Eat that one up!
Happy pride!