Read it or Reap – Political
Travelling back from a funeral with three other oldies, I was shocked by their unreasoned beliefs about Brexit.
Travelling back from a funeral with three other oldies, I was shocked by their unreasoned beliefs about Brexit.
Naturally enough, a choice of spin over fact is at best annoying and at worst criminal (remember Iraq). Yet our government hires spin doctors. Did the PM tell porkies?
Imagine politicians, needing help, feeling alone and with only one last place to turn. Finally, driven by fear, knees pressed into a thick pile carpet, knuckles clamped together and whitening after a good look into the abyss, they pray, "Give me a sign, oh Lord, the kingdom of heaven sounds good to me, I swear. I want to join. Okay, okay in spite of looking … err … if I can't see a sign, how about a clue?
When we get close to a tragedy, we see ourselves for what we are … people who care, who love one another.
The puppeteers (press, politicians, ideologues) pull our strings, fuel our rage, invite blame and ill-considered aggression against innocents and the weak. Who are these manipulators? Must they go unchallenged?
The lying, dissembling and fraud continues as the bubble tries to self-repair. How weird they all look from this side of the green tinged plastic.
My heart is light and my hopes high. The bubble’s burst … long live fresh air.
Charging through a once ravaged landscape, I can’t help but wonder: Is this as good as gets?
How respectful is a party-line based on a soundbite? How adequate a claimed mandate based on an unexplained word … Brexit?
Ignorant, inept, dishonest … Back in December Andy, a friend from the USA, interested about Brexit, asked a question (this is a slight update): “Seeing your post reminded me that you haven’t…