IDENTITY POLITICS

The Western world seems to be going to hell in a handcart. The Left Wing Establishment (actually the middle class ‘intelligentsia’.. the so called ‘chattering classes’ in Days of Yore.) appears to be ignoring the aspirations and needs of the working classes and to be actively sponsoring cultural anarchy.

One of the areas that are being used as a battlefield is that of gender/sex.

This elite are doing this by campaigning for the acceptance of Diversity in all aspects of daily life except in Thought. If anyone should hold and dare to express an opinion different from that that meets the approval of these Left Wingers then woe betide them as the full wrath and ire of this clique will be vented upon the opinion maker. It is very similiar in attitude to that of Fundamentalists of all religious beliefs and the Puritans of the 17th century. “I am right, you are wrong and you are evil and must be punished for not agreeing with me.”

Now, if a man wishes to wear a dress and call himself Deidre then good luck to him I say but if he then claims that he is a woman and always has been one with all the rights and privileges of being a member of the female sex then there is a problem as he is not, and could never be, female. To give that same opportunity to 16 year old children is ludicrous. A young person/adolescent can change their self-identity at the drop of a hat and change it back again just as quickly. these children are not allowed to vote, to drive a motor car, to buy a drink in a pub, to get married without parental permission or to leave school (in the UK) yet it is okay for that child to ‘change’ their sex.It is tantamount to child abuse to encourage them to do so.

To prey on the psychological and emotional insecurities of a teenager and lead them into a lifestyle that will cause them trauma, physical pain and discomfort for the rest of their life is a great failing of the ‘adult’ having and exhibiting responsibility for the welfare of the child.

Think about it.

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Pity poor Ebeneezer Scrooge

Carole and I went to see a very good production of ‘A Christmas Carol’ a couple of days ago and so I thought I would post this

As part of my Christmas tradition I am reading, Charles Dickens’  ‘A Christmas Carol’.  A truly fabulous story but…and mine is a big but…

I am saddened by the dreadful press that Scrooge gets, not especially in the book but by all critics since its publication!

Scrooge as an adult  was the product of the neglect he suffered in his childhood. Unloved and indeed hated by his father who blamed for causing the death of his mother  when giving birth to the child. As soon as he was old enough he was sent to a cold and dismal boarding school where he endured great privation and was left there  during the school holidays by his father. His older sister, Fan, was loved and cared for by their father, all his spleen was vented on Ebeneezer.

Picture the young Ebeneezer, watching his schoolmates and friends travel home for the holidays and festivities with their loving families whilst he had to remain alone in that terrible place knowing his father hated him and hsd abandoned him there.

When he was in his teens his father allowed him to return home, a message sent to Ebeneezer via a third party, his sister.  No apology or words of  regret from the old man for his treatment of the boy, no words of love or welcome, just the information from his sister that ‘Father’s mood   has improved’ and that she had managed to persuade him to let Ebeneezer return home. Did his father want him home  or was it because Fan wanted him back that his father relented?

But what would his home life have been like upon his going  back to live at his father’s house after spending most of his young years away fom it?  Could he have trusted his father’s offer and could he have learned to love him? Did his father love him? Is Love a good and dependable emotion for him to attach to?

As an apprentice at Fezziwig’s he saw fun and jollity at Christmas time, but could he trust it or was  it a sop to the workers by the employer to make them feel wanted and so work harder?  If it was a genuine outpouring of Fezziwig’s love and friendship ! how does Ebeneezer  react to seeing such  benevolence? He sees that Fezziwig likes his workers and loves his children and shares  happiness with them. He sees that Fezziwig’s children love him! But was it  a prudent business practice or is there the fear that the workers will think less of their employer and so shirk their duty through the rest of the year?

Has Ebeneezer read Machievelli’s book ‘The Prince’ which advises that it is better for a leader to be feared than loved by his vassals?

Ebeneezer falls in love but tries his best to ensure his loved one’s  future comfort and happiness by the accumulation of status  and wealth.  In so doing he  becomes avaricious and loses his Loved  One’s respect..

Ebeneezer  rejects love because Love asks naught of him but to be Loved and does not appreciate what he  needs to offer it. , Can  we see shades of Alberich the Nibelung emerging here!

Ebeneezer’s beloved sister dies giving birth to his nephew and this nephew grows up and  rejects his ‘good’ advice. We do not know if he rejected financial or career advice fron Ebeneezer, but he does not seem to be a businessman. (Has he a private income from his late mother’s will? . But Ebeneezer  is heard at one point to chide the boy for marrying someone ‘as poor as himself’, so maybe there was none!

This nephew, whose mother died giving birth to him and who, on her death bed asked Ebeneezer ro look after the child,  marries someone for love, paying no heed to how he will provide for this woman.  Not only is this a  sign  to Ebeneezer of folly on the part of the nephew but further ‘proof’ of Ebeneezer’s intrinsic worthlessness as his counsel is ignored!

By the time that the ghost of Jacob Marley has left him on that gfateful night Ebeneezer’s  bad grace is beginning to weaken and during the visit of the Spirit of Christmas Past he is seeing that life could be different, could be better and that he has the ability to enjoy it if it was. It is, however, necessary for the Spirits of Christmas Present and Future to  visit to convince him that he can change, that it is worth him changing, that he can join Life,  that Life will accept him if he does and  that he can sustain and maintain those changes.

Poor Ebeneezer, weep for his loneliness and his rejection of human interactions. Rejoice in his Salvation. And God Bless Us, everyone!

Le Voyage

I am listening to my cd of ‘Le Voyage…’ by Pierre Henry through my bluetooth headphones… sorry I’ve got to turn it off for a moment so I can concentrate on writing, bear with me for a tick…

Back in the 1960s I ‘inherited’ from my brother Tony an lp of The Voyage from the Tibetan Book of the Dead by Pierre Henry, a French composer of ‘Musique Concrete’ or what most people would term ‘a bloody awful noise’. It was early electronic music, before synthesizers etc were invented, mostly played by manipulating sound generators and processing feedback on multiple tapes. A glorious sound so sublime and evocative in my humble opinion. (evocative of what I’m not sure but it’s wonderful whatever it is.)

My favourite way of listening to it was by putting my stereo on the floor, placing the speakers a headwidth apart then laying there between them as the lovely tunes echoed and reverberated INSIDE my head. I truly believe that this was one of the reasons I never got into drugtaking, the sounds took me to a place of sheer, almost psychdelic, bliss (Listening to those sounds like that also took me to a world of deafness but I don’t mind, it was worth it!)

Over the years I have tried to find people who also like this style of music and ‘Le Voyage’ in particular but without any luck even among Avant Garde electronic and Industrial music afficianados there ain’t no-one who likes this stuff like what I do.

When I get to Heaven God’s public address system will be playing ‘Le Voyage’, Lou Reed’s ‘Metal Machine Music’ and Brian Eno’s ‘Swastika Girls’ on an endless loop. I will love it, it wouldn’t be Heaven without it, but I reckon I will be in a lonely and remote corner of Heaven where no-one else can hear what is going on!

‘Nuff said, Headphones back on.

Think about it!