now we are six (8/August/18)

we accept so much ugliness in the world, these incompatible deformities and gracelessness, because they coexist with each other and worryingly, with ourselves… we all too easily and quickly become inured, immune, complacent and ultimately mutely and unconditionally accepting, a shock becomes a shrug, a shrug becomes a swipe of the finger onto the next 15 minute/ second buzz…
… there once was a Boris and that once is now who had literary pretensions far exceeding any presumed or genuine literary skills who, underneath a Halloween mask of clumsiness, was either genuinely stupid or genuinely disingenuous feigning ignorance between the act of stimulating a debate anxiety and actually being offensive, a red line in a six year old child one perhaps may forgive for not discerning difference but as a grown-up with all the grown-up responsibilities  and attributes that for better or worse go hand-in-hand one is merely left astounded at such levels of wilful disdain and ignorance… the Boris suffered mostly from not a single original thought, becoming a merry plagiarist of other lives, seeking the vicarious spotlight and attention of those even more deluded than him in which to disturbingly, toplessly bask oblivious that perhaps some men, as is imposed (rightly or wrongly) upon women, should not take their tops off in public… and did so, in copycat-killer of language style, sycophantically steal a method employed by another stain of evolution called a Trump both of whom care not a jot what slicks and debris are left in their wake and again like a six year old child pronounces as outrageous a diatribe of bile and deceit just to see how far he can push it and push it and push it while dancing and flailing with puppety arms and puppety hair…. isn’t it enough to be baffled as to how and why anyone, especially a leader of la-la land gets away with astounding levels of bile, hate and divisive intolerance without having our very own Trump-a-like pretender in a ‘Boris’ on this side of the sea-level rising pond lapping every cowpat he steps in with relish…… this is not to “stifle debate” or “avoid the hard questions”, such overused shorthand itself designed to shut down informed discussion, it’s merely wishing for intelligence over the dance-macabre twitteresque excreted by twits.

© 2018 robert greig

plastic politic (23/April/18)

I can’t believe a government minister wasn’t aware of the detrimental effects of plastics in the environment…

… but then again… after all, he’s only the Environment Minister… it’s either a shocking level of wilful ignorance or an equally worrying degree of naivety… or could it simply be a feint to hide inertia and inaction and a ‘sweep under the carpet and turn a political blind-eye’ policy, i.e. the continued irresponsible and unchecked use, abuse and disposal of plastics in general… surely not!… this is something the technological gold rush hasn’t helped with its explosion of gadgets , computers, hand-held this and hand-held that all made predominantly of plastic…

… I half-expect, albeit begrudgingly, the small-minded to be blissfully ignorant and ill-educated in such matters (sad to say there are so many), but a politician whose brief and ultimate responsibility at the very highest levels of government is such things is disturbing……

… then again, perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised as this particular government has become well-versed at acting conveniently dumbfounded that it’s become its own parody… having never left the public school playground as yet another here-today-gone-tomorrow, ill-equipped and poorly-qualified minster is shunted from back-bench to front-bench rarely staying long enough for us to even know their name before skulking away in a wake of yet more innumerate and illegitimate failed policies…. I imagine their weekly cabinet meetings to be a veritable Mad Hatters Tea Party… “I know, let’s make the teapot the Minister for the Environment!”….

… now I may be sounding a bit cynical here (oops, is it that obvious) but when politicians start banging on about things many of us have known for years, and I mean years, because he’s just come across it on a recent television documentary it can be frustrating….

… their public epiphanies are not just embarrassments but dangerous precedents……

… an Environment Minister who has singularly failed to notice or even read the plethora of newspapers articles (particularly ones of an environmental and scientific kind which you imagine would be fundamental), journals (particularly ones of an environmental and scientific kind) papers or books (particularly ones of an environmental and scientific kind) that have been around for decades on this very issue, plastic….

… it’s not all evil of course, plastic, just our increasing reliance upon it and its harrowing abundance in any supermarkets ‘sweaty vegetables section’…… charging for plastic bags in shops and proposing a ban on plastic straws though laudable is small fry and not unlike trying to kill midges with a fly-swatter… it may make convenient headlines but the words “drops” and “oceans” spring to mind, not least because it was a documentary about oceans that seemed to wake up our aforementioned Minister to the fact that yes, maybe we are pooing on our own doorstep here….

© 2018 robert greig