It is election time again!
Once upon a time the English people elected representatives to hold the government to account, a government with severely limited powers. Parliament was often called when the government needed money to go to war!
Those days are long gone. Today we live in a totalitarian society, in which every aspect of our lives is a matter for government. The education of our children and our health are the governments concern.
We do not vote so much for representatives, but for law makers.
People are used to doing what they are told. Our working lives are frequently the extension of our school lives. We turn up, suffer boredom, accept the humiliation of being ordered about by a boss.
This slave reality is something that seems quite natural to most people. The small windows of personal autonomy are restricted to leisure time, when consumer choice kicks in to give us the illusion of freedom.
More and more people are in work we are told. More women, more people than ever are in paid employment. How sad!
In the past fifty years capital has become increasingly centralised., Government, although it no longer runs any major industries, is bigger than ever, the bureaucracy sucking up the previously autonomous functions of family and society.
The day of rest is all but abolished, and the people accept debt as something as normal as dog like obedience.
There is no political party that wishes to change this situation, because, like us, they can see no alternative to a world in which our humanity is diminished by the orders of Power.
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Isolation Rooms In Schools
I have to confess that until a few hours ago I had no idea that schools had isolation units, something like solitary confinement for reluctant and uncooperative students.
Such cells did not exist in the schools of my youth. When the little Revoltettes were at primary school sometimes the more troublesome children were taken out of class and sat in the corridor, outside the school office. At their secondary school, which was private, there were no such isolation units.
So this is where compulsory government 'education' leads too - semi literate children and young people, pointlessly restrained in meaningless learning activities, herded together with their peers instead of working and dealing with the adult world, punished with isolation should they show spirit.
What is amazing though is that the pseudo Left will tell you that solitary confinement is not punishment. They are merely managing the children, conforming them to the system. The teachers have no authority, only power. Without authority there can be no values and without values here can be no worth, and nobody worthy of punishment.
And so all crime is permitted to those with Power in their quest for total conformity.
Such cells did not exist in the schools of my youth. When the little Revoltettes were at primary school sometimes the more troublesome children were taken out of class and sat in the corridor, outside the school office. At their secondary school, which was private, there were no such isolation units.
So this is where compulsory government 'education' leads too - semi literate children and young people, pointlessly restrained in meaningless learning activities, herded together with their peers instead of working and dealing with the adult world, punished with isolation should they show spirit.
What is amazing though is that the pseudo Left will tell you that solitary confinement is not punishment. They are merely managing the children, conforming them to the system. The teachers have no authority, only power. Without authority there can be no values and without values here can be no worth, and nobody worthy of punishment.
And so all crime is permitted to those with Power in their quest for total conformity.
Monday, 23 March 2015
The Shepherds Fire - John Clare
On the rude heath yclad in furze and ling
And oddling thorns that thick and prickly grows
Shielding the shepherd when the rude wind blows
And boys that sit right merry in a ring
Round fires upon a molehill toasting sloes
And crabs that froth and frizzle on the coals
Loud is the gabble and the laughter loud
The rabbits scarce dare peep out from their holes
Unwont to mix with such a noisey crowd
Some run to eke the fire - while many a cloud
Of smoke curls up some on their haunches squat
With mouth for bellows puffing till it flares
Or if that fail one fans his napless hat
And when the feast is done they squabble for their shares.
And oddling thorns that thick and prickly grows
Shielding the shepherd when the rude wind blows
And boys that sit right merry in a ring
Round fires upon a molehill toasting sloes
And crabs that froth and frizzle on the coals
Loud is the gabble and the laughter loud
The rabbits scarce dare peep out from their holes
Unwont to mix with such a noisey crowd
Some run to eke the fire - while many a cloud
Of smoke curls up some on their haunches squat
With mouth for bellows puffing till it flares
Or if that fail one fans his napless hat
And when the feast is done they squabble for their shares.
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Escapism - The Autistic Society
It really was not so long ago, within living memory, in fact, that people did not have televisions. Even so, people had radio (the wireless) and magazines and the cinema, so we were well on the road to cretinization.
But before television people still had to 'make their own entertainment'. Churches, clubs and pubs were centres of social life. Women went to the bingo, men dug their allotments and raced pigeons. In those brief hours of escape from the factory or domestic duties people did things.
Today they seem to do nothing. Even cooking is a chore. When was the last time anyone washed a nappy?
Yet, at the same time we are very busy, cramming every moment with noise and flickering images.
Physical work, like walking, gives us chance to think.
But today we chase the thoughts away. We look for escape, not from drudgery, but from ourselves.
How else can we explain the use of drugs? Not so long ago people smoked cigarettes and drank a few beers, perhaps, but that was all. For the most part people drank to be sociable, and smoked as a little break, like a coffee break, while going about their business.
But now people passively perform their functions, then passively consume. They do not find relief in creativity.
We have learnt passivity and obedience at school, brought up with enough learning to enable us to consume but not to question. Practical skills are scarcely taught at all in schools. Healthy young men and women are chained to the school desk instead of doing and creating.
And when we emerge from our education with our degrees in psychology, criminology and media studies, then what?
Consumption ad nauseam, consumption ad tedium.
We want to escape the hollowness where there once was a heart, escape our purposelessness, where once the meaning of life was obvious.
So we consume more and more, images, noise, food, looking for another thrill to put on the curriculum of 'my life', unable to relate to another human being, because your own experiences are entirely irrelevant to anybody else.
But before television people still had to 'make their own entertainment'. Churches, clubs and pubs were centres of social life. Women went to the bingo, men dug their allotments and raced pigeons. In those brief hours of escape from the factory or domestic duties people did things.
Today they seem to do nothing. Even cooking is a chore. When was the last time anyone washed a nappy?
Yet, at the same time we are very busy, cramming every moment with noise and flickering images.
Physical work, like walking, gives us chance to think.
But today we chase the thoughts away. We look for escape, not from drudgery, but from ourselves.
How else can we explain the use of drugs? Not so long ago people smoked cigarettes and drank a few beers, perhaps, but that was all. For the most part people drank to be sociable, and smoked as a little break, like a coffee break, while going about their business.
But now people passively perform their functions, then passively consume. They do not find relief in creativity.
We have learnt passivity and obedience at school, brought up with enough learning to enable us to consume but not to question. Practical skills are scarcely taught at all in schools. Healthy young men and women are chained to the school desk instead of doing and creating.
And when we emerge from our education with our degrees in psychology, criminology and media studies, then what?
Consumption ad nauseam, consumption ad tedium.
We want to escape the hollowness where there once was a heart, escape our purposelessness, where once the meaning of life was obvious.
So we consume more and more, images, noise, food, looking for another thrill to put on the curriculum of 'my life', unable to relate to another human being, because your own experiences are entirely irrelevant to anybody else.
Friday, 20 March 2015
Multiculturalism And Monoculturalism
The imprisonment if a young man in Scotland for singing a Glasgow Rangers song, which might possibly offend a Catholic of Irish descent, raises a few troubling issues.
Firstly, of course, is the fact that the principle of free speech has been attacked yet again by our totalitarian rulers. Jailed for singing a song? You've got to be kidding.
Secondly, there was the notion that the song was provocative and might cause violence. This is the defence of the Charlie Hebdo killers, and their numerous supporters in the establishment, such as Papa Francesco, that if somebody does not like what you say they have the right to punch your lights out - or worse. People say things hat are offencive to me all the time. When Feminazis defame the male of the species, when racists like Diane Abbott say that white people like to divide and rule, or the profane take the Lord's name in vain with their OMGs, I am indignant, I am offended, but do I smash their faces in? Would I get away with it? I doubt it.
Thirdly, of course is the nature of the song. It is specifically a Scottish Protestant song, and therefore cannot permitted. In the same way that the establishment tried to ban Tottenham fans from proclaiming their 'Yid' identity, the authorities try to abolish any cultural allegiances to football clubs. Some years ago, for instance, Irish Catholic players would play for Arsenal, Manchester United and Liverpool, as well as Glasgow Celtic, rather than their local rivals. But now those clubs must be merely a brand.
However, the past must now be forgotten. In Scotland the only identity is to be Scottish. It is okay to hate the English and the Jews, sorry, Zionists, but not each other. To be Scottish is the only monocultural identity allowed.
We see this in other countries too. For all the talk of diversity and multiculturalism, in reality there is none. We can see this in the propaganda of the Progressive pseudo-Left against kosher and halal meat. Throughout the western world animals are kept in abominable conditions and yet the practices of religious minorities are condemned. Those who do not worship Caesar, religious people that is, are portrayed as savages, superstitious ignoramuses.
The slaughter of animals the kosher way has been banned in a number of countries, including Denmark and New Zealand. Even Hitler didn't go that far.
So what is the link between the young man singing a proscribed song and the Muslims and the Jews and their meat? It is this, that for all the talk of multiculturalism, your adherence to a culture or a religion must only be skin deep. If you identify with a faith or a people, you can wear it like a tattoo, no more.
Firstly, of course, is the fact that the principle of free speech has been attacked yet again by our totalitarian rulers. Jailed for singing a song? You've got to be kidding.
Secondly, there was the notion that the song was provocative and might cause violence. This is the defence of the Charlie Hebdo killers, and their numerous supporters in the establishment, such as Papa Francesco, that if somebody does not like what you say they have the right to punch your lights out - or worse. People say things hat are offencive to me all the time. When Feminazis defame the male of the species, when racists like Diane Abbott say that white people like to divide and rule, or the profane take the Lord's name in vain with their OMGs, I am indignant, I am offended, but do I smash their faces in? Would I get away with it? I doubt it.
Thirdly, of course is the nature of the song. It is specifically a Scottish Protestant song, and therefore cannot permitted. In the same way that the establishment tried to ban Tottenham fans from proclaiming their 'Yid' identity, the authorities try to abolish any cultural allegiances to football clubs. Some years ago, for instance, Irish Catholic players would play for Arsenal, Manchester United and Liverpool, as well as Glasgow Celtic, rather than their local rivals. But now those clubs must be merely a brand.
However, the past must now be forgotten. In Scotland the only identity is to be Scottish. It is okay to hate the English and the Jews, sorry, Zionists, but not each other. To be Scottish is the only monocultural identity allowed.
We see this in other countries too. For all the talk of diversity and multiculturalism, in reality there is none. We can see this in the propaganda of the Progressive pseudo-Left against kosher and halal meat. Throughout the western world animals are kept in abominable conditions and yet the practices of religious minorities are condemned. Those who do not worship Caesar, religious people that is, are portrayed as savages, superstitious ignoramuses.
The slaughter of animals the kosher way has been banned in a number of countries, including Denmark and New Zealand. Even Hitler didn't go that far.
So what is the link between the young man singing a proscribed song and the Muslims and the Jews and their meat? It is this, that for all the talk of multiculturalism, your adherence to a culture or a religion must only be skin deep. If you identify with a faith or a people, you can wear it like a tattoo, no more.
Thursday, 19 March 2015
Up Too Late
Revoltina and I have just come back from a meal at a pub in the centre of our little town. We got to the pub at about a quarter to seven. Sat at a nearby table was a family of four, the children being two little boys aged about six and three. They looked like little darlings so it was a surprise when all of a sudden the eldest child began screaming and yelling and hitting his father with his little fists.
The thought came into my mind, 'What that boy needs is a good smack!'
'Gosh, he's got one on him,' Revoltina muttered.
'These days,' I grumbled to Revoltina, 'this sort of appalling behaviour is inevitable, what with the government undermining parental authority. Is it any wonder that children turn out to be little tyrants!'
And then I thought about it.
The time was nearly seven o'clock. The wee man had probably been up for twelve hours. He was probably worn out. He shouldn't be eating at seven o'clock, but at four or five o'clock. By seven o'clock he should be having a bath, may be a bite of supper and a story, while sat comfortably in Mum or Dad's lap. Then, warm contented and loved he should be tucked up in bed with Teddy.
The fault was with the parents, not the child. It is quite possible that they had been working all day and only picked up the six year old from the day orphanage (school) at six o'clock. Unfortunately keeping children up late is all too common these days. And it is not especially the poor, the feckless, the shiftless, who are abusing their children in this way, but the respectable, the professional and the prosperous, who drag their children around with them when they should be in bed. Parents are all too frequently obsessessed with consumption and careers. But what children need is love and structure and - time! Time to relax, time to play, time to daydream, time for imagination and wonder.
I would guess that a good many children who are diagnosed with ADHD are just plain tired.
The thought came into my mind, 'What that boy needs is a good smack!'
'Gosh, he's got one on him,' Revoltina muttered.
'These days,' I grumbled to Revoltina, 'this sort of appalling behaviour is inevitable, what with the government undermining parental authority. Is it any wonder that children turn out to be little tyrants!'
And then I thought about it.
The time was nearly seven o'clock. The wee man had probably been up for twelve hours. He was probably worn out. He shouldn't be eating at seven o'clock, but at four or five o'clock. By seven o'clock he should be having a bath, may be a bite of supper and a story, while sat comfortably in Mum or Dad's lap. Then, warm contented and loved he should be tucked up in bed with Teddy.
The fault was with the parents, not the child. It is quite possible that they had been working all day and only picked up the six year old from the day orphanage (school) at six o'clock. Unfortunately keeping children up late is all too common these days. And it is not especially the poor, the feckless, the shiftless, who are abusing their children in this way, but the respectable, the professional and the prosperous, who drag their children around with them when they should be in bed. Parents are all too frequently obsessessed with consumption and careers. But what children need is love and structure and - time! Time to relax, time to play, time to daydream, time for imagination and wonder.
I would guess that a good many children who are diagnosed with ADHD are just plain tired.
Wednesday, 18 March 2015
The Health Adviser In The Community
From the essay, 'Eugenics And Other Evils', by G.K.Chesterton, 1922.
'..........in the composite book which Mr. Wells edited and called 'The Great State' (1912). He said the doctor should no longer be a mere plasterer of paltry maladies, but should be, in his own words, 'the health adviser of the community'. The same can be expressed with even more point and simplicity in the proverb that prevention is better than cure. Commenting on this, I said that it amounted to treating all people as if they were ill. This the writer admitted to be true, only adding that everyone is ill. To which I rejoin that if everyone is ill, the health adviser is ill too, and therefore cannot know how to cure that minimum of illness. This is the fundamental fallacy in the whole business of preventive medicine. Prevention is not better than cure. Cutting off a man's head is not better than curing his headache: it is not even better than failing to cure it. And it is the same if a man is in revolt, even a morbid revolt. Taking the heart out of him by slavery is not better than cure; prevention is even worse than the disease. Prevention means being an invalid for life, with the extra exasperation of being quite well.
'..........in the composite book which Mr. Wells edited and called 'The Great State' (1912). He said the doctor should no longer be a mere plasterer of paltry maladies, but should be, in his own words, 'the health adviser of the community'. The same can be expressed with even more point and simplicity in the proverb that prevention is better than cure. Commenting on this, I said that it amounted to treating all people as if they were ill. This the writer admitted to be true, only adding that everyone is ill. To which I rejoin that if everyone is ill, the health adviser is ill too, and therefore cannot know how to cure that minimum of illness. This is the fundamental fallacy in the whole business of preventive medicine. Prevention is not better than cure. Cutting off a man's head is not better than curing his headache: it is not even better than failing to cure it. And it is the same if a man is in revolt, even a morbid revolt. Taking the heart out of him by slavery is not better than cure; prevention is even worse than the disease. Prevention means being an invalid for life, with the extra exasperation of being quite well.
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