tartan bunker

This week a young talented man I know lost his job and was almost in tears and an elderly lady who’s worked hard all her life, who feels the cold, has said she’ll not be using the electric fire because of the cost. It’s happening nation and worldwide, and will get worse. Stand up those responsible (if they’re not too full of free champagne, air miles, and bullshit): politicians and financiers*). Are they crying, fretting about how to pay a bill or feed a hungry mouth. Are they freezing to death?

 Why aren’t these people on trial? For years they’ve known full well what was going on with our economies (and if they didn’t, let’s remind ourselves, and them, that ignorance is no defence in the eyes of UK law). Shouldn’t they be forced to return money they’ve ‘taken’ from us? And while Mr Brown and The UnDarling of Neverneverland borrow huge sums of money, on whose broken backs does this burden of debt rest?

 If you or I go a tad over the speed limit or are a few minutes overdue paying a tax bill, we’re fined or imprisoned. But it appears when you reach a level of power and/or influence, you’re given a ‘getaway wi’ it’, a Santa, clause. And what about some of these culprits taking responsibility for those who’ll lose their life because of what’s happened? Am I barkin’ mad to think that their actions amount to manslaughter?  

 Come the revolution. Or Dekaydence . . . See Black Light and in 2009, Green Fire. 

* I exclude the good ’uns who do exist but appear far too few in number.

Took some wee ones to the pantomime (Brian Blessed-cotton-socks in Peter Pan), and came up wi’ a new plan for democracy. (Oh, yes I did!).  Get those politicians to stand on a stage and tell us what they want to do. The populous then shout back: “Oh yes, get on wi’ it!” or “Oh no, you don’t, you mad, bad etc…!” (Excluding our own hero MPs, why do I expect this to be the popular vote?).

Post panto, I’ve also refined ma’ long-held idea for an independent auditor to assess weekly/monthly/annually/hourly (take your pick) the performance of each MP. I reckon poor results get “The crocodile’s behind you!” which means they’re taken immediately to the Tower. Oh, and there’s no tea or pension for them. 

I do hear Dekaydence has its own plans for MPs. Much tougher and greener than mine. See Green Fire out in 2009.

MacMog and I settle down to watch Sam Peckinpah’s Ride the High Country (1962), a western with Joel McCrea and Randolph Scott as ageing cowboys in a changing western world. I am not enthusiastic. And then I get it: a simple story with high character definition, great editing/filming . . . in fact, a feast of a movie in many ways. Listening to the keen, knowledgeable chaps on the dvd enabled me to enter many other levels of understanding this film. 

Hopefully, one day, someone will do the same with the films of Dekaydence; not only book one, Black Light, but also book two, Green Fire, due out spring/summer 2009.