Monday, 21 May 2018

A metaphor for our time,,,,,,,

+While people rave about the diversity of the Royal Wedding and what it means for a multicultural society... I think that the look in the eyes of certain elderly members of the Saxe -Coberg-Gotha's shows us that Kipling is far from dead....a penny for their streams of consciousness.. lol..the only way to true diversity is abolition of the monarchy, the public schools and to create an elected second chamber...i guess the homeless now rturning to the streets of Windsor..wilk have been so excited about the dress.. .

In the fields as we drove back from Becon yesterday were the sheep waiting to be slaughter in wars to come, to have their wages depressed ,their jobs deskilled and their pens and fields outsourced as they learnt to be the proud and patriotic sheep being driven to the slaughter house.And as they went they repeated over and over again ," strong and stable, strong and stable...I am so glad those black sheep are not going to our slaughter house " interesting metaphor for our time.....or is it?

Sheep (Waters) Pink Floyd
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
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