POLITICS THE VOMIT OF SOCIETY.
I am a secret punk rocker you know. I am honestly. It has just dawned on me that all these rubbish poems I keep writing have a a bit of punk rock poking through the words.
Three
more works of rubbish yesterday:
URBAN MYTH
An apple a day keeps just what away ?
Can that be in a pie ?
Perhaps with some blackberries ?
With or without sugar ?
Fish gives you brains.
If it does then I think I would rather be stupid !
Carrots help you see in the dark,
the night vision of the supermarket counter.
Eat the crusts of your bread
and your hair will curl.
The baker’s home perm.
OK but what about brussel sprouts ?
SMILE OF THE DAY: NEVER judge people who have little or nothing, as one day you may find yourself having nothing at all. Always respect one another no matter what. NEVER look down on anyone.
Later this morning I am going to visit the homeless rough-sleeping friend I am doing my bit to support. This is a poem I did not write, I wish I had. The words from the song There But For Fortune:
Show me a prison, show me a jail
Show me a prisoner whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or go I
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or go I
Show me the country where bombs had
to fall
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall
And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I, or I
Five thousand, four hundred and fifty-five new china virus cases yesterday and another one hundred and four deaths. Twenty new cases locally with one more death.
There
but for fortune go you or I. Each day I try to send love to those who are grieving
but there is not a word in any dictionary in the world that can capture the
love I want to send.
I HATE BEING OLD
Oh how I hate being old !
Please can I be young again ?
To run up the stairs of life
not to limp holding the rail.
To kick the ball straight into the goal,
it is hard to score clutching a walking stick.
I hate being old.
Hey, where did I leave my glasses ?
Anyone want to buy a comb ?
I don’t need it anymore.
I have a tube of toothpaste,
anyone want to buy it on e-bay ?
Oh how I hate being old.
Age is beginning to depress me, I need to fight it harder. This pandemic explained both literally and metaphorically as PANDEMIC BOTTOM really is doing its best to get me down.
I praise the vaccine roll out, it is now coming up to a month since I had my first vaccination. But yesterday we learn of another variant and the governments failing to properly control the borders has potentially released a strain which may not be controlled by the vaccination.
Boris Johnson’s too little too late government.
Another
of my life maxims – LIFE IS A VINYL RECORD IF IT DOES NOT CRACKLE THEN YOU ARE
NOT PLAYING IT ENOUGH. And my semi-punk rock poetry version:
VINYL
Life is a vinyl record
where the groovy music plays.
The magical stylus carves its way
through the rock and roll,
through the twist and shout.
The more the seven inch revolves,
the more grooves the stylus plays
the more life is a vinyl record.
If it never crackles then…
you just are not playing it fast enough.
Fast ?
Forty-five revolutions per minute.
In my 2021 one million word challenge for the first time yesterday I wrote less than the needed daily average of 2,740 words, I only penned 2,286 but having written so much on so many previous days I have brought my total up to 420,004 words in total.
In writing DESTINY’S SERVANT I am trying hard to feel the way those young men in World War One must have felt and to be honest I am struggling. I complain about being old but these young men had little prospect of ever growing old.
This is all I wrote for the story yesterday:
LANCE CORPORAL ROBERT PETER
BAINBRIDGE Born 16th March 1895 Died 19th May 1970
I felt his presence, he wasn’t there but I felt his presence. My older brother, where was he ? Where was his regiment ? Nobody knows where any other regiment is so why did I feel my brother’s presence ? Just imagination I assume. In this hole of hell imagination explodes more violently and more often than the shells.
What is this war all about ? For King and Country ? Does the King himself know why we are fighting ? Is not the King a German himself ?
The King is not going to die in this war, what about his cousin Kaiser Wilhelm or for that matter cousin Tsar Nicholas ? I am going to die in this war, of course I am going to die. Is my brother dead ? Is that why for just a brief moment I felt his presence ? Is Big Brother Daniel now a rotting corps somewhere on the ground ?
“Lance Corporal, prepare your squad we move in an hour.”
Squad ? Three men left alive out of an original ten, three men each younger than my own twenty-one years. Boys, how many of the squad will die on this offensive ?
When I volunteered to fight I did so with enthusiasm and I have to confess with an element of excitement. Twenty-one years old and any enthusiasm or excitement has been removed from my character. If I do survive what kind of a man will I become ? This is not what I volunteered for, I did not sign up to live in this rat-infested filth without even the basic sanitation and where anything a man eats or drinks contains the filth. How many people have I killed ? They were young men just as I am, they signed up to fight in the same way as I do and were living in the same hell that I am now. I did them a service by killing them.
My brother is dead, I know he is dead but I do not believe the Bosch who took his life did him a service. In one hour I will kill as many Bosch as I can in retaliation for my brother.
I know what has to happen next but I do not know how to make it happen. We’ll see what today brings. The year in which this part of my story is set in 1916. As I now take you to my regular feature ON THIS DAY I am going to see if anything significant was happening on 2nd March 1916.
Over to you Wikipedia.
I
have just opened the page and found nothing at all for that date. 1916 The Year
That Never Was. HARDLY !
2nd
March 1968: Baggeridge Colliery closed marking the end of over three hundred
years of coal mining in The Black Country.
2nd
March 1969: The first test flight of Concorde is conducted.
2nd
March 1970: Rhodesia declares itself a republic breaking its last links with
The British Crown.
2nd
March 1983: Compact discs and players are released for the first time outside
Japan.
2nd
March 1989: Twelve European Community nations agree to can CFC’s by the end of
the century. DID THIS HAPPEN ?
2nd
March 1990: Nelson Mandela is elected Deputy President of the African National
Congress.
2nd
March 1991: The Gulf War ends.
2nd
March 1950: Karen Carpenter was born. She died in 1983
2nd March 1999: Dusty Springfield died. She was born in 1939
As I was trying to let the right feelings flow into my mind to write DESTINY’S SERVANT I had a bit of fun working in THIS HOUSE BELIEVES. I put forward two debates. One a bit silly but deadly serious:
THIS
HOUSE BELIEVES THAT THE BBC SHOULD BE CLOSED
Perhaps this opening topic would be better titled Should Basic Common Sense Be Applied ? Basic common sense says the BBC is out of date and needs to be closed down.
BBC ? Originally British Broadcasting Company, then British Broadcasting Corporation and now colloquially Biased Broadcasting Corporation or even Bullshit Broadcasting Corporation.
The BBC, whatever the B’s stand for, was founded on 18th October 1922. In the year to March 2020 the BBC income was 4.9 BILLION pounds. What on earth does it do with the money ?
Sports presenter Gary Lineker is paid £1,750,000 a year ! Hugh Edwards gets paid £490,00 to read the news. Steve Wright is paid £465,000 to present some boring Radio Two afternoon shows. Laura Kuenssberg is paid £250,000 a year to untangle the politics reported by the BBC.
With salaries like these it does not take long to squander that 4,9 billion pound income.
BBC Radio One (aka Radio Boring which replaced pirate radio and destroyed British pop music), Radio Two, Radio Three, Radio Four, Radio Five Live – are radios one, two three and four dead then ! Local radio, radio this and radio that and radio the other.
BBC 1 TV with garbage like Dead (East) Enders and Strictly Come Dancing and as much additional garbage it can pack into its schedule as possible. BBC 2. Is there a BBC 3 ? BBC4 which only broadcasts for a limited number of hours each day. BBC News 24 with its rolling repeats of news which suits its own agenda. CBBC, cbeebies, BBC parliament. BBC Local News, where I live this is broadcast from a studio thousands of miles away, literally and metaphorically. Oh we must not forget The BBC World Service exporting propaganda to anyone stupid enough to listen to it !
OK that’s fair enough – ooppss TYPO – That’s UNFAIR enough. But if you do not contribute to that £4.9 BILLION you are committing a crime and could end up in prison courtesy of The BBC. You won’t find that reported on any BBC News channel !
If you do not dip into your pocket to fund the BBC’s extravagant lifestyle you are not allowed under the law to own a television set and watch any channel at all. How many TV channels are there available today ? Almost as many as there are pounds in The BBC’s budget but without giving money to the BBC you are breaking the law by watching any.
The BBC was founded on the 18th October 1922, almost one hundred years ago. Now in the third decade of the twenty-first century it is wrong to force by law citizens of the United Kingdom to pay a licence fee to the BBC in order to watch the likes of ITV and Sky, both of which have better news content than The BBC.
This house believes that The BBC should become self-funding with the licence fee abolished. If that can not be achieved then The BBC should be closed down.
What do you think ?
Without a doubt The BBC should be closed down. I hope when you open this time capsule in 2121 it will be a part of history. However, my next debated topic I am sure will still be with you. SADLY .
THIS HOUSE BELIEVES THAT POLITICS SHOULD BE ABOLISHED FROM DEMOCRACY
Politics the vomit of society.
Stand up and hold out your arms wide. At the tips of your fingers on one side is your LEFT wing and on the other is your RIGHT wing. In the centre is your heart.
The right wing of politics represented by such as the conservative party does not understand that real people live at the end of its policies. The left wing aka the labour party fully recognises there are real people at the end of its activities but believes they are only there to play politics with.
Politicians are a lower form of life who do not comprehend life outside their own low life.
Democracy under its present system does not exist for REAL people but to further the egocentric personalities of politicians, politicians at all level of government from central to local.
This house believed that politics should be abolished from democracy.
Do you believe the same ?
William Shakespeare is remembered for so many beautiful words and sayings he injected into the English Language. This is not beautiful but I would love to be remembered for the phrase POLITICS THE VOMIT OF SOCIETY.
And
with that I will say goodbye for today.
Catch
you again tomorrow.
Dave
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