Not OUR President!

This morning we learn the moron in charge of America, and as a consequence leading the rest of us to disaster, has admitted he takes an unauthorised and dangerous drug, presumably with the sole intent of proving he was right all along, and the rest of the scientific community was wrong.

It says even more about this narcissistic would-be dictator that not only is he  trying to out-muscle China in typical bully-boy fashion, but he’s deliberately threatening the World Health Organization to do so. Today, he stated he may well take America out of the WHO altogether, if it doesn’t fall into line with his demands (though what those demands are is still uncertain, and it’s highly likely Trump has no more idea of the details than anyone else). This, in a time of deadly pandemic.

While the rest of the world may breathe an enormous sigh of relief if he’s removed from office come November, it’s not at all certain he will be, given that many Americans (like the gentleman above) still think he’s the answer to all their problems.

Take a moment to consider the true implications of a statement made to CNN this morning by the Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi:

“He’s our president, and I would rather he not be taking something that has not been approved by the scientists, especially in his age group and his, shall we say, weight group … morbidly obese, they say,” she said.

“He’s our President…” Quite obviously that’s all that matters to Pelosi. Never mind the damage he’s doing to his country and to the rest of the world. As her President it doesn’t matter that his arrogance and intransigence has led to thousands of unnecessary deaths, not just in America during the pandemic, where his refusal to acknowledge the danger of the virus, (“Oh, it’s just flu…”) for weeks after most other countries had gone into lockdown, but by his severe cut backs on foreign aid to poor countries, his wrecking of the Iran Nuclear Agreement, his total commitment to ‘America First’ and to hell with everyone else on this planet, his annihilation of US environmental regulations and, of course, his disdain for and refusal to comply with the Paris Climate Agreement of 2015.

But all that doesn’t matter to Pelosi, and millions of Americans: “He’s OUR President.” He’s the President of the Great United States of America, the finest nation on earth. The one that every other country looks up to and respects, and reveres, and longs to emulate.

Well, not any more. Polls of European citizens show a severe drop in support for the United States. Experts agree the days when America led the world are over. It’s not just what Trump has done and continues to do. It’s that he was allowed to do it. He was voted into office democratically by the citizenry, an act  that displayed a total lack of moral responsibility. It’s not just Donald Trump any more. It’s a betrayal of trust, to the world, by the people of America themselves.

The damage has already been done. Even if Trump loses the election in November and Joe Biden becomes the next president, it won’t really matter one iota. World leaders may give false smiles and try to patch things up with Biden, but the people of the rest of the world will not forgive the way Americans ditched their allies, stitched them up, and were happy to throw them to the wolves in their bid to ‘Make America Great Again’ and put ‘America First’.

He may be YOUR President, Speaker Pelosi, but he certainly is not ours.

Only A Bird In A Gilded Cage

“She was only a bird in a gilded cage, a beautiful sight to see..” so sang Florrie Forde (and numerous others) as the timepiece of the centuries clicked over, and the twentieth became a reality.

It was the now well-worn tale of a rich old man buying the affections of a beautiful young woman, and it became a smash hit, at least in sheet music, as the century rolled along.

Today, the door to my gilded cage has been swung wide open. I am able to fly free, so long as I don’t ‘fly’ more than sixty miles and stay two metres away from everyone else on the planet.

France has loosened the lockdown just a little. No more filling in forms before exiting the ‘gilded cage’. And I must admit my cage is well gilded. I sit here at my computer keyboard hearing the steady hum of the dishwasher and washing machine. There’s a large TV and Hi-Fi in the living room, food in the fridge-freezer. I have a warm bed, an acre of garden when I need fresh air, and a view of the French countryside that used to leave visitors speechless. There was a time there were visitors.

How many throughout the world have nothing like that? Even in our so-called ‘civilised’ western societies there are more homeless people than ever before. Many who can manage a roof over their heads have only one or two rooms for a whole family, possibly an apartment, or even a small house -most likely rented and with no security. In other parts of the world, they would be considered the lucky ones.

Over a third of the population of the Philippines live in tin shacks. In parts of Africa, South America, it’s a similar situation. Yet, in all these countries there are those whose lives are luxurious, who have everything they want. They have more money than they could spend in a dozen lifetimes, let alone, one. Little do they care for the poverty and suffering around them – people struggling every day to put food in their mouths, and the mouths of their children, with no access to healthcare and certainly no recourse to the laws made and controlled for the welfare and security of the filthy rich and powerful.

Only yesterday the Guardian ran a further report on the acrimonious and long-winded divorce of the Russian oligarch Farkhad Akhmedov and his ex-wife, Tatiana Akhmedova. This is just one of the things they’re fighting about:

450 million dollars worth of superyacht toy for them to play with. Akhmedov is a good mate of Putin and was, of course, welcomed into the UK by the British government who just love to hobnob with the stinking rich of any country. Akhmedov made his money investing in Siberian oil and gas. He’s presently worth, according to Forbes, 1.4 billion dollars.

The divorce case has been ongoing for years with numerous High Court appearances. God knows how much money the lawyers have made out of it, but judging by the broad smiles on their faces they’re no doubt swooning over the state of their bank accounts.

That’s the ex-wife in the middle. She’s a fine example of the corrupting power of too much cash. She’s now dragging her son into court and forcing him to disclose private emails between him and his father. Such a loving, caring, mother.

The Akhmedov’s are just one example of the state the human race has arrived at in one lifetime. There’s always been those who have and those who haven’t, but now it’s reached a level that’s not only excruciatingly wrong to those of us who bother to think about it, but to many has become accepted as a normal way of being. There are those people, once known as ‘working class’ who’ve been conned into believing they’re ‘middle class’, and admire the likes of the Akhmedov’s, or Jeff Bezos, Zuckerberg, the Walton’s (Walmart, not ‘Johnboy’ ), and many more unnoteworthy families and individuals, whose sole claim to fortune rests on two assets: being in the right place at the right time, and sufficiently ruthless to stab in the back anyone who got in their way.

Frankly, to consider anyone displaying those virtueless talents as worthy of respect or adulation, is beyond comprehension.  Their wealth results from a ransacking of the world’s resources, with total disregard for the environment and its long term consequences, coupled with the misery, fatigue, and eventual ill health of those who sweat and labour in their factories, call centres, multi-national online retailers like Amazon, sweat shops in Asia, and anywhere where the bulk of the world’s population is forced to eke out a relative pittance. Meanwhile, the CEOs, directors, investment bankers and money launderers, coin it in off the backs of those workers, and live in luxury.

Trickle down economics, or free-market capitalism, as espoused by Milton Friedman and seized on by Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan, was possibly the final nail in the coffin of humanity. Anyone who thought, and many did (or at least pretended to), that corporations would throw their profits back down to their workers, instead of growing wealthier and more powerful themselves, was living in cloud-cuckoo land.

Wealth and power brings control, and once control of government is lost to corporations they can do what the hell they like. And don’t they just! Even the so-called leader of the free world is now firmly in their grip, busy wrecking more and more environmental controls while his citizens die around him.

No three people in modern times have done more towards the destruction of this planet and the suffering of so many of its inhabitants, than Thatcher, Reagan, and Friedman. They’re all dead now. They didn’t live to see the effects of their crimes against humanity and probably wouldn’t even recognise them if they had.

Our world is plunging into chaos. Global climate change is accelerating at an alarming rate; we are presently in the throes of a pandemic we’re powerless to overcome; millions are out of work and suffering the most insecure times they’ve ever known; politicians behave like the proverbial ostrich, the leader of the free world using the deaths and plight of thousands of Americans to assist his re-election by transferring blame to anyone or anything but himself.

It’s now the new norm to believe making money is more important than human life. Bits of paper, or plastic cards, reign over flesh and blood. The wealthy politicians and businessmen don’t care how many die so long as their precious ‘economies’ are making them money again. If ever proof were needed of the disdain in which they regard the rest of us, it is here in the midst of this pandemic.

The world is in dire need. Perhaps the saddest fact of all is that most of its inhabitants don’t even realise it. Let’s get lockdown done and get back to normal, they cry, rushing to beaches and parks in Britain as though ‘normal’ would appear if they just ignore the abnormal.

In America, armed vigilantes invade government offices demanding their “freedom” back. Do they really think they can kill Covid-19 with their AK47s?

In Brazil, Bolsanaro refuses to accept there is a pandemic despite 11,000 Brazilian deaths. Keep cutting down the rain forest, guys, we need to boost our economy.

The French government has today opened the door of my gilded cage. I reach out and quietly close it again. I’m not yet ready for the world today.

Maybe tomorrow….

 

 

Bloody Lock-Down 2 – The Escape!

Dammit! I’m sick of being told I’m over seventy and must stay confined while the young pups are soon to be allowed out to play. Why, in this day and age, is seventy considered old? My father is 104, and admittedly he’s not the dashing young thing he once was, being as he’s wheelchair bound after a bad fall last year, but he’s still got all his marbles and can argue the toss with the best of them, even if his dentures do rattle around a bit in the process.

I appreciate the ‘still-wet-behind-the-ears’ kiddies, who are presently running the show in most governments, think of us as has-beens, no longer profitable to the nation. They’d love it if we all died off and saved them the cost of our pensions. Of course, it wouldn’t be considered politically expedient to actually state that on the BBC, or CNN, or whatever news channel is relevant to your country, but take my word for it, privately it’s what they wish for.

Of course, the one exception in all this is Donald Trump. He’s well over seventy and definitely not profitable to either America or the rest of the world. But we do have to remember that dementia can strike at any age. It would be kinder if he were gently led away to a waiting ambulance and escorted to a nice retreat somewhere where he could live out his remaining years in peace and quiet. Hopefully, they would take the rest of his repugnant family and camp followers with him and charge them with looking after him.

Okay, I’m seventy-three, but suppose I were sixty-nine. Would I be safe to play out with the pups? And, if I were to have my seventieth birthday a month later would I be expected to rush inside, slam the door, and remain confined until I pegged it, maybe, as in the case of my father, thirty or forty years later.

It’s so ludicrous it beggars belief. I appreciate that the older one is the higher the risk to life, but given they think all us old ‘uns are weak and doddery, rather than peg it from coronavirus I’m probably more likely to absent-mindedly step under a bus, fall of a railway platform and under a passing train, or die from an over-enthusiastic orgasm.

Admittedly, the chances of the latter are somewhat remote. Yet, given that there’s no bloody buses running at present and I never have use for a train, perhaps it’s not so unlikely after all.

Mind you, there is one vital ingredient missing. So girls, if you’re reading this and want to help me test my theory….

Meanwhile, come May 11th when France relaxes its lockdown –  I’m outa here!