Looking
forward politically over the next 18 months makes you feel like King
Lear on the heath. In the USA Trump takes a 5% lead in Ohio and also
leads in Florida. Teresa may accepts a massively expensive deal for
Nuclear power from the French and the Chinese and rationalises it by
realising that she cannot afford to upset the Chinese Government. In
the long goodbye of Brexit we begin to realise that nothing can be
done till after the French Presidential election, haunted by the
spectre of Marine Le Pen, and the German Federal elections of
October 2017.
Meantime
the old fools of the left, now beginning to resemble King Lear refuse
to except their role in giving the Right a momentum through Brexit.
They refuse to realise the swagger of the right and its growing
confidence to continue the Thatcher revolution was the raw gift of
the old trots, the Socialist party, the SWP and the remnants of the
Communist Party. Lexit has given the right stimulus and stilled the
rest of the Left. How Lear like they all look leaving the rest of us
marooned on the heath, feeling like Lear`s Fool.
One
bright spot appears on the horizon it seems that the Americans have
simplified their over sea registrations process making it more likely
and easier for Americans abroad to register. Those Americans living
abroad are more tolerant, know more of the world, have met other
cultures and are therefore less likely to be Republicans and this may
well be the October Surprise that stops Trump becoming president.
You can excuse the young Turks of the Right here, the earnest young
men of the Tory/UKIP milleau. Half have not lived, not experienced
the beauty and pain of life, not felt the need for compassion but the
old bitter fools of the lexit left have been driven into the madness
of denial that pushes King Lear to madness through denial.
The
UK feels like King Lear Britain at the end of ACT 5, we are confused,
we give excuses and our enthusiasm to jump back to the political
arena is sluggish, dimmed and unenthusiastic. At the end of Lear,
Albany says[
The
weight of this sad time we must obey;
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Speak
what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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The
oldest hath borne most: we that are young,
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Shall
never see so much, nor live so long
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And
yet out of Lear comes hope, hope for love that saves humanity,
Cordelia forgives Lear, Edgar forgives Gloucester and the unnamed
servant sacrifices himself trying to save the Earl of Gloucester from
being mutilated by the Earl of Cornwall. Even in Lear love,
solidarity and respect for other reveal these values as the issues
and emotions that save humanity and give meaning to this King Lear
ridden island in its toxic sea.
And yet not so, since I am sure my love's
More ponderous than my tongue. (1.1.86-87)
"My
wits begin to turn.—
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious. Come, your
hovel.—
Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee." (3.2.73-80)
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious. Come, your
hovel.—
Poor Fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee." (3.2.73-80)
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