Hands Across the Water
The talk of the blogosphere (as well as everywhere else today) is Dubya's impending touchdown. It really is amazing how one man can engender so much *pro* and *anti* in the good people of these Sceptered Isles.What is it about him ? Well unfortunately I can't pontificate on what it is that some folk like so much about him - although I guess religious fervour, along with his "deeply held beliefs" about abortion and the death penalty could, perhaps, excite the like-minded. Who am I to say ?
For I am an anti ! Through and through. Even if I admired his "stand against terror" and the rest of his "how-will-this-play-on-Fox" policies, I couldn't bear to watch his smug, monkey-furrowed smirk when he thinks he's uttered something of major import. This is something he is doing with increasing regularity. He does it when he talks about God letting him know what to do about the problems of the World. He does it when he's attempting to explain away his belief in free trade whilst imposing tariffs on steel imports. He does while he waxes lyrical on the subject of democracy - after rigging an election (with the help of his brother) to enter the White House.
That same monkey-smirk plays about his lips as he explains that the inhabitants of Guantanamo Bay are "bad people" and, therefore, not entitled to due process. Again when he talks of countries abiding by International law while ignoring it when it comes Israel - and, for that matter - Iraq. It's the grin of the buffoon. The bar room philosopher: the ill-educated. It's a shocking thing to realise as it belongs to the most powerful man on the planet.
One of the 24hour news channels re-ran an interview Dubya did with that hamster of broadcast news: Trevor MacDonald. Even the mildest (by British standards) of questioning resulted in George accusing him of being "one of them clever reporters who like to put words in my mouth".
Well. Someone's got to do it George. Someone's got to do it.
I've been wondering how I should react if the BNP come knocking on my door during the current hustings here in my home town.
I toyed with the idea of opening a discussion on their macro-economic policies vis-a-vis the local manufacturing and service industries. Then I considered touching on the apparent paradox of their candidate - a "committed Christian" - only being "committed" to folk of a certain hue - or indeed sexuality. Everytime one of their leaflets dropped through my door I was coming up with cutting question after cutting question.
But, deep down inside you just *know* that they won't turn up.
So when they do it comes as a complete shock.
BNP: "Mr Occupied Country ? I'm campaigning on behalf of a Right-Wing Fascist bastard who spouts nothing but the Politics of jealousy and hatred would........."
Occupied Country: (Surprised) "Not a cat in hell's chance !!". (loud slamming of door).
Bet they wouldn't have knocked if it said "Patel" on the electoral register.
Dearest is "a lady who lunches". Now she has managed the walk to the pub and back she has acquired a retinue of lunchees who are all quite happy to eat, then drink the afternoon away. A pleasant nap ensues before I - man the hunter - returns from the jungle we call the IT sector.
What a difference a week or two makes.
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