At a conservative (small ‘c’) estimate, there are sixty-two million of us crowded together on this small set of islands. We were once so important that it was said that the sun never set on our Empire, and that a third of the world was shaded by the British flag. A noted Spanish-American commentator, Santayana, once stated:-
“Instinctively the Englishman is no missionary, no conqueror. He prefers the country to the town, and home to foreign parts. He is rather glad and relieved if only natives will remain natives and strangers strangers, and at a comfortable distance from himself. Yet outwardly he is most hospitable and accepts almost anybody for the time being; he travels and conquers without a settled design, because he has the instinct of exploration. His adventures are all external; they change him so little that he is not afraid of them. He carries his English weather in his heart wherever he goes, and it becomes a cool spot in the desert, and a steady and sane oracle amongst all the deliriums of mankind. Never since the heroic days of Greece has the world had such a sweet, just, boyish master. It will be a black day for the human race when scientific blackguards, conspirators, churls, and fanatics manage to supplant him.”
Some commenters might say that I live in times past when I write these words, and as it has often been repeated upon these pages, these are my thoughts alone, and if you disagree, that is both your right and your privilege, because we still live in a world where civilized disagreement is accepted.
But I write of present days, and I see a groundswell of thought where truly important events are thrust aside for the tawdry and the ridiculous. We watched as the ex-Prime Minister stood and finally accepted reality, after trying, wheedling and squirming had all failed, and at that podium accepted the judgement of we the voters, and declared his intention to see Her Majesty and tender his resignation. There was even a small twist within that statement, as his next words were ‘and in the event the Queen accepts,’ as if there was a possibility that the sky would fall in, never mind the Queen’s acceptance. David Cameron then stated that he hoped to form the next Government, and brought Nick Clegg’s barmy army into the fold. Whether this stance will succeed, I know not; for it is indeed early days for such strange bedfellows to live alongside one another, but I hope for the best, because we need a spell of firm government without the never-ending laws which remove ever more of our freedoms!
As I said, this was the stuff of history, a Party thrown down, two more rising up in Coalition, the first in nearly four decades. These are the voices and thoughts of those who we have placed in power over us; and what does the BBC report on in its ‘complaints’ catalogue? Nearly one thousand ‘viewers’ rang up in high umbrage and anger at the fact the ‘viewers’ had missed ‘Eastenders’ and ‘Holby City’. They were forced to miss the umptieth episode of some dreary ‘Soap’ where the talk is of nothing, of characters which do not exist, of scripts written to grab ratings, of the rottenest kind of rubbish, in order to hear of the very change of a Democratic Government. The basis of how we live and think is changing, and all they care about is some dreary plotline dreamt up to fill out a storyboard!
Many great minds have spoken upon Democracy, and I would quote but two;-
Ronald Reagan:- Democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man.
Winston Churchill:- It has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.
These men and many others from the very dawn of civiilzation, have spoken. written, planned, fought and sometimes even died for the right to choose how we select and elect our leaders, and yet the ‘unwashed mob’ cannot sacrifice an hour of their screen time to study how they will be governed for years to come! 55,000 dead men of Bomber Command are only being honoured now after a lifetime of waiting for recognition; was their sacrifice worth seventy minutes away from a drone of dreary ‘Soaps’?
X-posted from A Tangled Web