My week.
Summer’s end, the leaves are reddening, browning and falling. Except the Ivy it just as well it’s there for the bees, the Red Admirals and the
fearsome Robin. My week has lasted
months, terror outrages and political machinations.
Two things, well three really, things prompted me to start
again, firstly Alexander Boris
de Pfeffel Johnson, secondly the new UKIP leader and the person he beat (that’s
one thing) and thirdly seeing Simon Reeve in Russia on television.
Mr. Johnson with his public school elitist education displays the arrogance
of his privilege by starting to recite a blatant colonial ‘poem’ written for empire
builders and apologists by Joseph Rudyard Kipling (I do accept Kipling was of
his age, but the only way to justify the colonist was to see the indigenous
people as less than, deserving less than, or sub human). Mr. Johnson embarked
on this route of scorn at a ceremony in Myanmar a country he probably thinks
should still be a colony, a country which has now found its own level of depravity
it appears. Anyway despite his to some, comic appearance and affability, he
would have known exactly what he was doing and to whom he was appealing, a Mr.
Rees Mogg springs to mind and the core of the Tory party.
Then the new UKIP leader whose name escapes me and whose name I can’t be
bothered to look up, sufficient that he leads UKIP, he beat into second place
someone who has expressed views startling in their odium. The foul thing is
that enough of them voted for the person who came second to make it close. It
despairs me to see people with Irish surnames in the ranks of this party, and
that significant numbers of the general population will vote for them. Have we
learnt nothing from history?
Lastly Simon Reeve in Russia, Siberia more exactly. He was in a logging area;
he filmed clear evidence of illegal logging in the Great Northern forest. He
was run out of the town once it was realised he was doing this, this ejection was
with the support of the authorities, aka very rich businessmen probably not
women there, who are more likely to be trophies. The timber will make its way
west into the coffers of rich Europeans and Americans. All I could think watching the lungs of the world being torn out was all the riches of these ‘people’, will
count for nothing when the world fries. Then a Greenpeace report I saw
regarding production of toilet roll hurt me even more, not only are we ripping
the lungs from the world we are wiping our assess with them. If you don’t click
the links the company is Essity, the brands are Velvet and Cushelle. Sign the
petition now.
See the Great Northern Forest
Read about it.
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