There are protests happening all over the USA. Pammie with a placard, is protesting, she’s just had chemo for cancer, but her rage is so great she’s standing in her small American town with two thousand others holding her handwritten sign and protesting The Orange arseholes’ decision to put troops on the streets of LA.
We all know the first rule of fascism is to destabilise a society. Make trouble, bamboozle, send the intermenches into a paddy of confusion.
Herr MAGA is doing that just fine. Following the rule book of right wingers everywhere, and so, surprise surprise, we are now on the sidelines of an Iranian conflict.
So it’s Ok for the likes of America and Britain to have nuclear weapons but it’s not Ok for Iran. What’s the difference? Those Yanks and Englishers are all warmongers with their fingers in the tills of arms production.
So it’s alright for Israel to send drones and missiles and a panoply of clusterfucks to Iran but it is an affront to freedman if Iran retaliates. What does the free world expect that the Ayatollahs’ are going to sit on their hands and twiddle their beards. They have as much right to be arseholes as us lot.
What are we watching? A really bad movie, badly directed with a second rate cast and crew, an appalling scenario played out in front of our very eyes, and we’ve paid for the ticket…..
The old git said be careful what I write?
But why should I remain silent. Pammie is standing in Saratoga Springs with cancer medicine still running around her body the least I can do is join the protest.
I have five cornerstone women who hold me up. I talk to them daily and we all have the same attitude. We are all women over seventy, some nearer eighty and we share the same disbelief that the end of our lives is being blighted by beligerant selfish politicians.
I’m tired of blaming the Tories for what they did, for the Labour Party for what they are doing and for Nigel Fuckinfarage cashing in on the tit-for-tattyness of political debate. Nigel’s jumping up and down as the pandemic of disquietude swirls around the air, like covid its catching.
We brits are being shaken and stirred only we don’t know what do with this cocktail of angst.
Politics doesn’t hold up in the same way anymore. All of us are seeing through the cracks.
China is the enemy they say, and Putin is a demon, but behind the scenes all of them are being allowed to game with the lives of humanity. Breathtakingly transparent, our powerless is their tool. They weaponise our fear and we are left standing with a cardboard placard squeaking our admonishments.
The truly brave young folk will take this on.
I can see the tapioca swirl of turmoil in my piano students. I have a handful of kids who want to learn music, I’m old and I have seventy years of pianistic experience. I can read them when they get to secondary school and suddenly the system fucks ’em.
They are tired and scared of the future. They cry because they haven’t practiced. They cry when I say it’s not fair on their parents for them to keep coming if they dont want to practice. The trouble is they don’t know what they’re doing anything any more. They don’t know how to have fun doing something just for the sake of doing it. They are schooled against a backdrop of despair. If you are at a state school with diminishing funds, a state school that houses thousands of like minded kids, who choose between accountancy and designing computer games, it’s no wonder that they are messed up. Learning is about thinking;
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words; watch your words, for they become actions; watch your actions, for they become habits; watch your habits, for they become character; watch your character, for it becomes your destiny”?
Kids are not thought to think they are too busy trying to remember what a semi-colon is:;:;
We have a short little life that needs to be lived with all its mistakes.
Kids in Gaza don’t have the luxury of SATS, kids in Sudan don’t have the luxury of making mistakes, the military pranksters fuck them around so they don’t have a future, and all I can do is shout at the telly.
Pammie got up out of her sick bed to protest at the mismanagement of her country, so I will loudly object on her behalf.
My solar plexus swirls with indignation, watching the lying tossers who toy with our lives.
Talking of which my lovely Sid, my soft and furry cat, has gone missing. If I give myself a second to think about what may have happened to him it hurts, so I try and put it out of my mind, but I am gutted. There’s no mewing and no bouncing on the bed. There’s no purring in front of the fire. The silly little puss has gone and got himself hurt and none of us know where to look. A horrid, sad situation. If the cat angels are listening please send him home I’ve got new food for him and a clean dish.
It’s 12.23 and I should really be in bed but the images of the night sky being lit up with missiles over in the Middle East has made my blood boil. It’s not good for my heart or my kidneys, it’s not good for the world and it’s not good for Pammie.
Deep down I believe that humanity will overthrow the bigots and somehow a sense of calm will be restored.
We can only protest in our own way, a little gesture that makes us feel we are standing up for truth. So this is my protest.
Peace cannot be
kept by force. It can
only be achieved
by understanding.
Albert Einstein
You write so well Jeni. I think many, many people are thinking the same as you. I feel we are living in a sad, sad world at the moment. Like you I’m in my seventies and I have never known it to be this bad. Our parents would be appalled, angry, disappointed and fucking outraged. I keep telling myself there are more of us than there are of “them”. Some days it’s hard to truly believe that. Let’s keep the faith darling girl.💜
Forgot to say hope Sid is back or on his way home to you.xx