It's Knives And Forks In Our Lives From Now On

The defence secretary, John Reid has just been on the BBC, evectively justifying the continued existence of the Guantanamo Bay prison camp because of the deaths of 2000 innocent Americans. How many innocent civilian deaths have the Americans been responsible for? How many in one hit? How many the British? The French? Germans, Japanese, Chinese, South Africans etc etc et fucking cetera? Well, their governments at least.

Think of it this way. A good mate of yours is killed in an act of unecessary man-made violence. For the sake of argument, a bomb of some description.

How do you feel?

Let's round all those feelings up under the overall heading of 'loss'. Now imagine the same thing happens to a mate of yours - a mate of his, or hers, is killed. How would they feel?

I'd guess pretty much the same.

Now keep the process going, metaphorically speaking, a mate of theirs, a mate of theirs, a mate of theirs, a mate of theirs etc etc et fucking cetera. How are all these people going to feel?

I'd guess pretty much the same.

And sooner or later, we're going to get out of town, then one day one of those friends will live across a sea or an ocean, and soon start they'll start spreading across the world. It might take time, but it WILL happen.

The language spoken by these friends will change as, soon, will their culture and skin colour. And no matter how these people deal with their grief, no matter what displays are used to mourn, I'm pretty sure that they're all going to be feeling the same as the rest of us.

I don't think there's a single communal structure, religion, philosophy, or law that promotes hypocracy as a good thing.

On a lighter note I've just eaten my first solid food in 36 hours. Hooray! A bonus, since Friday night / Saturday morning was spent removing all food and liquid matter from my person in as painful a manner as possible from both ends and it's been lucozade and water ever since. It may possibly have been one of those 24 hour bugs. I like to think of it as a warning to never eat at the Golden Belches again.

Every cloud etc!


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