Blogathon 14/14 – redirection

It’s too easy, on this dark and stormy winter night, to get sucked in to what doesn’t matter.

And too easy to overlook what does matter.

What doesn’t matter is the weather.

It’s there.

We can do nothing about it (unless we plan on becoming a nation of cave-dwelling troglodytes).

It’s winter.

We have bad weather in the winter. It’s what happens here.

It’s not as bad as the weather that other people on this planet are experiencing.

Cold temperatures the likes of which many of us can barely imagine.

Snowfall several metres deep.

Hurricane-force winds – not mere storm-force, such as we’ve been enduring for the last four/five days.

Of course, we do have a degree of control over a small part of the effects of such weather.

Or we would have a degree of control of the effects of bad weather, if fuckwit politicians hadn’t stopped dredging operations, and hadn’t stopped flood-defence building.

But that isn’t the fault of the weather.

That is the fault of the equally fuckwitted public who voted those uncomprehending arseholes in to office in the first place.

But what can you do, eh? That’s democracy, right? Except it isn’t democracy, because in the last two elections the majority of voters in Witney did not vote for David Cameron, but he still got in. That’s not democracy, that’s just twisted.

But people don’t learn.

People believe politicians. People think that something has to be good if it’s hurting. People think spending on road repairs is wasteful. Until the potholes damage their cars. People think the NHS is wasting money. Until they need healthcare treatment. People think spending on flood-prevention is scandalous. Until they see their homes and streets knee-deep in water. And politicians will just tell them that these cuts are for their own good.

Such bullshit. But people are stupid. They continue to believe the endless litany of lies from our politicians. And, amazingly, people continue to vote for these shallow, see-through figures who do not even wear the thinnest veneer of respectability.

But no, at 10pm on Friday 14th February 2014 we must not fall for the redirection.

Don’t get sucked in to what doesn’t matter.

The weather? It doesn’t matter. It’s winter. It’s what happens here.

The flooding? It’s a shame, but we brought it on ourselves by voting incompetent fucktards in to office.

The falling-apart NHS? Scandalous, but see above.

The world’s most expensive railway network that can’t run with leaves on the line? See above again.

What does matter on this evening of Friday February 14th is other people..

And you’re not being told about it; you’re being told about inconvenience, and big winds, and falling trees.

You’re not being told about so many other things.

Important things.

You’re not being told about the servicemen and servicewomen, thousands of miles away from their wives, daughters, sons, husbands, for up to a year at a time. A year. Think of that. No, really. Stop, for a moment, and try to imagine being away from your nearest and dearest for a year.

You’re not being told about the daily slaughter of innocents in parts of Africa and parts of Malaysia, because they choose to believe in the wrong fictional being.

You’re not being told about the genital mutilation of pre-pubescent girls (and this is even happening in Europe!).

You’re not hearing about the insane cruelty that is being inflicted on women by their menfolk, in countries where servicemen and servicewomen from the UK have died to protect the rights that women should have.

You’re not being told of the complicity of the US and the UK governments in installing heinous, murdering, bandits, to positions of extreme power in the middle east.

No.

What you get when you switch on the news, this evening, is rolling footage of some political mouthpiece or other, in his wellies, with his hands on his hips surveying the damage which, however you look at it, he was instrumental in failing to prevent.

Or you’ll get a news story about a faded celebrity.

Or a story about a major celebrity having a melt-down.

I used to believe in our political system. But all it does now is produce the worst possible examples of mankind, puts them in a suit or a smart dress, drapes them in a party political flag and, incomprehensibly, these people are voted in to high office.

Scrutiny? Governance? Oversight? Accountability? We get none of these things. We’re just the voters.

I used to believe in our media. But the BBC’s output is so lacking quality control now, it’s barely worth considering any longer. And the print media is so divided on party lines, it is contaminated with the sulphurous poison that oozes from the pores of our politicians.

But I still believe in the people. Even, to an extent, the incomprehensibly stupid people who continue voting the current crop of politicians in to Westminster.

But most of all I believe in the people who work for this country.

The people who nurse, the people who doctor, the people who solider, sailor, or airman for this country.

The people who empty the bins, sweep the streets, clean the toilets, drive the buses.

Because if it wasn’t for these people, we really would be in the shit.

Do me a favour.

The person who you see every day at work, or in the street, doing some menial job or other?

Say hello to them. Every day.

The person shoving a broom around at 7.30am in the street outside your office?

Give them a cheery ‘Alright?’, and do it every day; it will cost you nothing. It will make them feel like a million dollars.

The person who you pass in the corridor, who cleans the toilets.

Smile at them and say hello.

And if you know someone in a profession which works for the support and the benefit of other people.

Just say thank you.

And ignore the garbage that the mainstream media is force-feeding you.

It’s shit, in both senses of the phrase.

Go out and be nice to someone. Stop believing the media. Stop believing the politicians.

Believe in people.

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