Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Heart burn



 
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland refers to the territory which makes up the countries of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and many smaller surrounding inhabited islands.

This is a body of land which needs more than one heart to drive it forward.

The decentralisation of major power in these islands is critical.  Extremely diverse cultures, languages and beliefs can not be effectively governed from a single city in England.  

The largely English driven obsession to expand the British empire through conquering foreign lands has long been a thing of the distant past and is no longer recognised in the aspirations of a majority of the populations which make up what is legislatively known as the United Kingdom.

Britain's veins of power have become brittle and broken as she leaks blood in political discontent.

Having put historical events and aspirations well and truly behind us in terms of colonisation, it is surely time to review the system of government in these home territories.

The devolution of power is slowly but surely gathering speed in the respective countries and as long as the correct democratic procedures are in place this can only be good thing.  The concept of governing a land shaped by a wealth of such differing cultures, languagages, beliefs and aspitarations from a single location chosen centuries ago as a ruling point now seems absurd.

The population which makes up the United Kingdom is so far apart from the predominantly English aristocrats who made important choices centuries ago.

Acts of union and the constant strives of powerful figures in London to wipe out any cultures languages and beliefs different to their own are choices which were made so long ago it may seem barely worth thinking about, but the consequences continue to echo.

Where are the arteries of change to distribute power locked in an ancient westminster time warp?

This is not a case of finding figures to blame for the cultural genoside which these islands have suffered over time, but an opportunity to consider what kind of nations we want to live in, and how we may achieve these aspirations.

One which is not openly but certainly governed by various groups of elite politicians, usually born into great wealth and apparently the privilege of power? 

Or one which identifies its own champions and is free to govern with fully devolved powers for the people of a given nation to rule their own affairs.

It is an insult to think that the respective populations of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland can not elect their own people to govern affairs which will never be understood by those who have no ties whatsoever with them.

Perhaps enough people in England then will realise that their own political aristocracy is corrupt, outdated and therefore ineffective in governing a people which like any other country has many great aspirations.

Constant heart burn, pass me a rennie.






Friday, 10 December 2010

Peaks and Troughs



  • Trough (economics), the lowest turning point of a business cycle
  • Trough (food), a container for animal feed
  • Trough, (geology), a long depression less steep than a trench
  • Trough, (meteorology), an elongated region of low atmospheric pressure
  • Trough (physics), the lowest point on a wave




 
Highs and lows

The good times and the bad

The best and the worst

The Peak and the Trough


When times are bleak remember to peak
Troughs for the weak
It's the peak we all seek



LIFE.

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Igloo passage.

Snap these bones that hold him together
Anchor in the sand
A travelling chill to the spinal core

Prince of an ancient kingdom
Seeks his timber throne
A flood of the skull
A taste of regret

The fall of a complex
You will not forget.




Friday, 29 October 2010

All we are is a pig.

Existence
  •  The fact or state of living or having objective reality.
  • Continued survival.
  • Any part of a person's earthly life.
  • Something that exists; a being.

Just like pigs, most of us are intelligent to some extent.  We often live in close quarters amongst each others excrement in the form of social shit and life's great problems.  Most of our porky pals in the wild spend their entire existence mucking around in search of their beloved truffles, just as many of us spend our lives trudging through (what appears to be) an eternal mud to achieve some goals like financial security, a suitable life partner and ultimately self content in general.

However...

The pig is largely a species which has been forced into losing it's way, living short lives in a concrete hell, commercial pig pellets for breakfast, lunch and tea.  Sound familiar yet?  A complete subject to its master, the pig is reared with a false sense of security, in its purpose built concrete shell until the time comes to be taken for the slaughter.  I don't think it's likely that a man in a mask will knock at your door anytime soon, but are you sitting comfortable in the sty? And how are those pellets tasting these days?  They come in a whole variety of flavours I know.

Go and get your truffles, life is out there!