Heatwave oi
We're sitting by the outodoors pool, in swimming costume, Peter and Ghin and doing laps and i'm doing the blog. It amazingly HOT. As usual the media are in they're we are all going to die scenario. Instead of being able to appreciate the hot weather for what it is, especially after two years of real shite and a wet and late spring, they are whinging again.
We don't know when we'll see something like this again and because they aren't used to this, of course they're highly suspicious and even the weather is up for criticism.
The hot weather has as usual brought out the worst in the dispossessed and miserable. Unable to do anything or go anywhere, stuck in a place which they are unable to get out of, they turn, like cornered dogs and lash out against those whom they perceive are weaker. They are victim and bullies at the same time, and anyone is fair game.
Today three drunks in a pub or on the front porch of their tenemant, wrote a letter to the police threatening Anna Lo (the wee lady) and Chinese MLA, and they received the oxygen of publicity from Stephen Nolan.
My heart does go out to them. Imagine your life being so miserable and in such a state of a dead end, that at the most beautiful time of the year, you are not able to lose yourself in the headiness of an elderflower blossom and instead resort to shadow boxing with people who aren't interested in a fight.
Funny how they never pick on people who really keep them in the places which they stay - they never are able to accuse the real culprits, the politicians who are hell bent on keeping their constituencies contorted and constricted in a rictus of hate, and instead lash out at those whom are most vulnerable.
I didn't die for a multicultural society, was the lastest text which must go down in the Stephen Nolan Hall of Moronic Texts. I didn't die ...substitute whatever cause you feel you are victimised by.
I sometimes think that people like being there because they are afraid to really try. See if they risked everything, all their heart and soul into something, and they failed, they would be crushed. Their sense of self is so thin, so poor that antying would crumple it, like tissue paper. In fact if you have been raised right, you'd be like a sturdy oak tree, where disease, storms and squirrels wouled be tests, they'd be phases which we pass through, are made stronger by, and then at the end of our lives, having survived all this, we are able to see the many seedlings we have planted, admire the other oaks that have come from us, be filled with satisfaction and joy by the myriad lifeforms that have taken shelter in our branches or lived from the fruit of our labours and then pass away peacefully. To fall and then clear the way for other stronger, newer forms of life. Even in death trees give life - to insects, fungi, snakes, orchids. Could we not learn from a tree too? Are we so stupid?
We must surely be. Any how, i must go. The pool is calling again. It really does feel like Singapore - but without the humidity, mosquitoes and family. Well they'll be here soon.
We don't know when we'll see something like this again and because they aren't used to this, of course they're highly suspicious and even the weather is up for criticism.
The hot weather has as usual brought out the worst in the dispossessed and miserable. Unable to do anything or go anywhere, stuck in a place which they are unable to get out of, they turn, like cornered dogs and lash out against those whom they perceive are weaker. They are victim and bullies at the same time, and anyone is fair game.
Today three drunks in a pub or on the front porch of their tenemant, wrote a letter to the police threatening Anna Lo (the wee lady) and Chinese MLA, and they received the oxygen of publicity from Stephen Nolan.
My heart does go out to them. Imagine your life being so miserable and in such a state of a dead end, that at the most beautiful time of the year, you are not able to lose yourself in the headiness of an elderflower blossom and instead resort to shadow boxing with people who aren't interested in a fight.
Funny how they never pick on people who really keep them in the places which they stay - they never are able to accuse the real culprits, the politicians who are hell bent on keeping their constituencies contorted and constricted in a rictus of hate, and instead lash out at those whom are most vulnerable.
I didn't die for a multicultural society, was the lastest text which must go down in the Stephen Nolan Hall of Moronic Texts. I didn't die ...substitute whatever cause you feel you are victimised by.
I sometimes think that people like being there because they are afraid to really try. See if they risked everything, all their heart and soul into something, and they failed, they would be crushed. Their sense of self is so thin, so poor that antying would crumple it, like tissue paper. In fact if you have been raised right, you'd be like a sturdy oak tree, where disease, storms and squirrels wouled be tests, they'd be phases which we pass through, are made stronger by, and then at the end of our lives, having survived all this, we are able to see the many seedlings we have planted, admire the other oaks that have come from us, be filled with satisfaction and joy by the myriad lifeforms that have taken shelter in our branches or lived from the fruit of our labours and then pass away peacefully. To fall and then clear the way for other stronger, newer forms of life. Even in death trees give life - to insects, fungi, snakes, orchids. Could we not learn from a tree too? Are we so stupid?
We must surely be. Any how, i must go. The pool is calling again. It really does feel like Singapore - but without the humidity, mosquitoes and family. Well they'll be here soon.
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