I got up at 2am and
chased both dogs into the garden whether they liked it or not. (As
a matter of fact one did and one didn't) I was therefore not
impressed to get up at 6am to find a turd waiting for me just outside
the bathroom door. I suspect that was from the dog that didn't like
it at 2am.
I had a spot of brekkie
and had a look on-line. My piss boiled over Facebook... Something
which annoys me is how history repeats itself.
About fifty years ago
hippies sprang up
and became somewhat notorious for slobbing about whilst dressed
stupidly, stoned out of their tiny minds blathering platitudes about
peace and love whilst (for many) making themselves patently
unemployable. Presumably with this in mind, my nephew has modelled
himself on Coco the Clown and spends much of his time stoned out of
his tiny mind blathering platitudes about peace and love all over
Facebook... having dyed his hair bright green and pierced his right
ear with a lump of plastic so large as to make him instantly
undesirable to any potential employer. (I've nagged him about this
so many times!)
I agree entirely that the
world *would* be a better place if everyone stopped fighting
and killing and hating each other. However the hippie philosophy
doesn't seem to offer a practical alternative.
I can't help but think
that if those who are so vocally advocating slobbing about stoned out
of their tiny minds (whilst blathering platitudes about peace and
love all over Facebook) actually paid their way (and didn't
expect subsidies from my taxes) then the world might actually be
a better place.
Have you ever noticed
that you rarely see hippies going to work at all; let alone before
7am on a Sunday morning?
I set off to work. It was
dark when I left home; after all in two days time it is the shortest
day of the year. Mind you it was warm; according to my car's
dashboard it was eleven degrees at 6.45am. I've only had to scrape
ice off of my car once this year.
As I walked to my car I
met a chap walking toward the town. I say "walking"
- he was staggering all over the pavement taking three or four steps
from side to side for every step forward. He was wearing a (rather
crumpled) fine suit, but his tie was knotted under his right ear,
he had tinsel round his neck and a carnation behind his right ear. He
attempted to exchange pleasentries with me, but speech was far beyond
him.
He seemed happy. Perhaps
he was a posh hippy?
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. In stark contrast to my nephew's wittering
about love and peace, the Prime Minister is to review the use
of guns by British police.
It transpires that
British police are rather reticent to use firearms because fears of
lengthy investigations, public inquiries and even prosecutions
following a shooting deter police form wanting to take pot shots.
There is no easy answer.
On the one hand the police should be able to shoot gun-wielding
terrorists dead on the spot without a second thought. On the other
hand in such situations it is not clear until after the event what
was actually going on.
I'm glad I don't have to
make such decisions. It is much easier to pontificate from a
distance.
I got to work just as
dawn was breaking and had another busy day.
Twelve and a half hours
later I came home again.
You don't see many
hippies working twelve and a half hour shifts on Sundays do you?
(I'm going to have a
little lie down now until my blood pressure subsides)
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