The media output of late and the level of debate – misrepresentation, threat, accusation and whitewash is so grim, I cannot bring myself to take part in any of it. Not that I’m above a good democratic ding-dong, far from it, but watching pre-planned polling, ‘sleaze’ narratives and other slimy work being dished, is just too depressing.
I’d rather ignore it all, never read a newspaper,or go near a television or a radio and instead breathe the mountain air, as the northern hemisphere turns towards spring albeit at glacial pace. Being alive requires a sense of optimism. Politics inside the EU has sunk Britain so low, I cannot achieve any sense of it.
Only if Nigel Farage is performing and chalking up fines in the Euro Parliament for confronting the totalitarian bureaucrats with the truth they choose to ignore, will I choose to notice. Either that or if news broke of a military coup in London throwing out our current dictator would I want to listen. It would be like the liberation of Paris in 1945. Tears would flow with relief that the bastards were finally going.
A bloodless coup, ideally, but what the hell, as long as it’s effective, and the evil powers that have Britain by the neck are defeated. A few casualties, if necessary would be well worth it. If British people are prepared to give their lives for freedom in far flung corners, why not at home? The mess we are descending into has to be stopped by whatever means. A demonic slavery where intelligent thought is rendered impossible is what they intend for us. Maybe they can be stopped somehow.
Otherwise as regards British politics and economy, for the sake of my sanity, it is not happening. OK. The silence of the evening, the light of the morning and the chatter of normal every day people in town in the day is all I need to see and hear. Our country is like a corpse lying on the road after a traffic accident. It’s best not to look.
Am I the only one?