Last night I had the
radio on during the night shift. There was a lot of talk about the
new
leader of the Labour party.
No one had a good word to
say for Jeremy Corbyn. He seems to be universally despised because
(in a novel break with tradition) he seems to believe in what
the Labour party was traditionally all about.
When I was a lad politics
was rather cut and dried. Leaving aside their ability to actually
acheive anything, there used to be a choice in the basic philosphy
offered by the two main political parties.
On the one hand you had
naked greed and on the other hand you had standing up for the
underdog. However when I was a teenager Margaret Thatcher came to
power. Her major achievement was to show the underdogs that naked
greed was for everyone; not just for the elite.
Unfortunately at the time
the Labour party was run by a bunch of half wits, nutters and cranks,
and it took seventeen years of Tory rule for the Labour party to
finally get rid of their tree-hugging politically correct nonsense.
Unfortunately in doing so they also abandoned all policies of social
decency and just pretended to be the same as the Conservatives.
And now after years of
copying the Conservative party, the Labour party has finally elected
a leader who seems to hark back to the ideals on which the Labour
party was founded. I'm desperately hoping he's not also harking back
to the tree-hugging politically correct nonsense as well.
Time will tell. It always
does.
As I left work to come
home this morning so the sky was a glorious pink-red colour. Usually
that colour in the morning is a herald of bad weather coming later in
the day. There's no denying I would rather a wet Sunday be today when
I'm on nights rather than when I'm planning on doing things.
I had a bite of brekkie
and had a look-see on-line. I then spend half an hour putting right
the mileage on my trackable (it's a geo-thing). It had been
stuffed up by a scout group from Essex. I'd like to think it wasn't
deliberately malicious, but it was the sort of stuff up that would
take a lot of doing.
"er indoors TM"
took "Furry Face TM" for a
traditional Sunday walk, and I took myself off to bed where I slept
until late afternoon. They still weren't home when I got up; I'm used
to "er indoors TM" never being
home. But the house seems empty without "Furry Face TM".
I had more toast, then
checked emails. I had a DNF reported (it's a geo-thing) so I
shall check that out on my way to work. I'm off there now.
And in closing today -
consider the date. When I was a lad there was a rather good sci-fi
show (that didn't stand the test of time) called Space 1999.
The show was futuristic; the action was centred on a base on the
Moon, the Moon having been blasted out of Eath's orbit by a massive
nuclear explosion. The date of that explosion: September 13th 1999.
When I was a lad that seemed so far into the future. Today that date
was sixteen years ago....
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