| Poor ol' Pete |
[Dec. 19th, 2011|11:32 am] |
At the risk of turning a tad morbid (and in these times, that has a charming logic to it), one must commiserate with St Peter, doorman to the Stars. After dealing with a top atheist, he in short order had to deal with a lassie whose great ambition was to lay a blanket on the ground somewhere (and in this country, that's a definition of exhibitionism, unless one's bound for Norfolk, somewhere north of Stafford, or west of Oswestry), and then in short order two heads of State, one great, one minable, as the French say - and in that pair, Havel and Kim Jong Il, one sees the classic example of the old saying, that the first shall be last and the last, first. His son, Kim Jong Un, is already being hailed as The Great, even though he has achieved nothing as yet, and has the sole advantage that, in starting from so low, he would find it hard not to lift his nation upwards, yet at the cost of reining back the very military who are the greatest threat to his rule, and who he would need to keep control. If every there were a poisoned chalice, that surely is it! And on the other, Vaclav Havel, who while leading his Nation through the most tempestuous of times, in which it chamged hegemonies and separated amicably, yet managed to retain a sense of the ironical about the power he weilded, a lesson Cameron would do well to learn. Looking ahead, it is Korea we have most to fret about. Whether one can read a countdown from Il to Un, is a rhetorical question designed to point out that now above all else is the time to point out that that particular sabre is very rusty indeed: North Korea must be told, and told directly, that the use of a single nuclear weapon would have immediate and complete retaliation in force, it would be suicide for his nation.Its national autonomy is not challenged, but it must reverse its policy of threat. it's no more credible than a boy with a penknife: he may hurt, but in acting thus, he will destroy himself, and the real man, the world leader, shows him how risible the threat really is. That, however, is unlikely to be any great consolation for the dead on both sides. Now, therefore, is the time for a sense of realism: we all, to some extent, greater or lesser, face certain regrets at this time of year, the impulsion to New Years Resolutions. Whether the memory of those gone, or those moribund, or of friendships loosed, or of hatreds nurtured, part of it is the fear of the future. Next year is 2012, and, which I fear brings the death of a number of the irresolute. For those immersed in apocalypticism, I advise you to reread your sources, and realise you cannot possibly know what you claim, you misunderstand the hints you are clutching at The sceptics might call it conspiracy theory, were it not that your fears are not based in conspiracy: I can no more explain your suspicions than you can, except that you misread what you find: you claim to work in faith, but that faith is abandonned early in your work. And to the rest, smile! However hard it gets, illegitimis non carborundum! Don't let the bastards grind you down! |
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