The Drawbridge Brothers

There are an enormous number of hurdles and barriers that prevent the people of the globe from acting as a homogeneous tribe. We are a long way away from achieving such a goal – even if we consciously recognised it as a goal. Three mammoths stand in our way; I have called them the Drawbridge Brothers: Nationalism, Diversity and Religion. We have allowed them to dictate our existence.

·         There will be a separate post for each ‘brother’.

They are not in any order of importance because they each serve as a shackle. The three brothers are linked by diversity but can stand independently. They are a huge mental block on our ability to think but ironically they shelter us from the harsh decision making that is necessary if we are to progress as a society. The basic question is how the world population can move forward to become humankind? In my humble opinion all three must be banished into the dustbin of history.

The hatred out there is tangible and is found in every country. Without relying on glib answers we need to think and reflect on why and on how we can find a solution as to why there is this latest intensity of hatred. Those whose life is determined by glib will automatically point to the Drawbridge Brothers as the answer and in the same action blame those who do not agree with them as the main cause of the division between people.

Of course we can point to poverty as a cause of division which is right. We can point to the super rich, particularly the nouveau riche, who rub the noses of the poor in it. We can point to:

·         Large scale immigration.

·         Lack of jobs.

·         The galling disrespect showered on the general populace by the establishment which treats them as ne’er-do-wells for questioning such ideological diktats as diversity.

·         We can point because that’s what we do when we don’t have an answer.

You can point, I can point, and we can ride point to point and, then dance the paso doble. Alternatively, we can start to question and keep questioning until we find answers based on reason. Maybe Socrates should be compulsory in schools.

Unfortunately, the establishment have an agenda which they are committed to and for many their political careers and wealth depends on raising their hand at appropriate times. They do have the support of the left-wing middle classes – the, I’m alright jack mob – an alternative jibe to the Peter Seller’s movie.

This grouping feels somewhat obliged to help the poor; know what I mean darling. They will adopt any ruse to make themselves appear caring and cosmopolitan in outlook. What’s informally known as the ‘luvvie mob’. Without thought they bandy their latest credentials as an armband of, so-in-crowd, and think nothing of any hangover from consequence.

It’s the lack of thought, of reflection that keeps the well-meaning shackled to their visions. If they believe it and those around them believe it too, well, it must be right, mustn’t! They do not understand that having a set political agenda is a blind spot.

Walk into a church on a Sunday morning whilst the congregation is dutifully listening to the preacher. Then step aside and let the beggar behind you walk down the aisle and note the number who; clasp their noses, move visibly away from the aisle and, the number who look to the preacher to take control of the situation. The distaste will be palpable. Let those who are without sin cast the first stone.

Watch as the vaunted raise their flag; listen to their vehemence as their voice catches the cords of their anthem. The beast inside roars and beats his chest and the feeling of euphoria banishes rational thought. We cannot converse with these persons; they have been inhabited by a different personality. However, talk is what we must do and talk and talk if necessary.

Meanwhile, in the wilderness the howls of reason are deadened by the sound of the sleeping multitude.  Emotion rides past and gives a two-finger gesture to intellect, rational and reflection.

Human Rights: A View from the Street.

“That human rights thing isn’t right. We can’t get nothing, they get it all. Where’s fair in all that, then?

You see that guy in the paper? Some kind of ‘nut’ killer, he gets anonymity because it’s his human right. And why? Because the other guys ‘inside’ might ‘do him in’ if they find out what he did. Must be a right git! Deserves it if he’s killed somebody. Why should he get pussy cat treatment and some other poor bugger’s dead? It’s probably kids he’s done. The guys in ‘nick’ go after the paedos, don’t they? Yeah, be kids, like. A load of balls the law. I’d cut off his ‘wee man’ and feed the pigs!”

“I agree Matt, but me mate says you can’t hang them anymore; it’s all to do with their human rights. There’s a law a “protocol 6” he called it. You heard of it?”

“Nah!”

“Anyway, what it means is that even if we all voted to bring back hanging we couldn’t hang them high. How stupid is that? I mean just say 90% of us voted to empty the prisons of all the murderers and paedos; that mob in parliament would say, ‘excuse me young man that is against the law’. What would they know about the law; they’re too busy screwing their expenses and each other.  Know what I mean?

The other thing was, even if the government agreed to hang them high there’s this other law, a protocol 13 and that says no way Jose. All sounds very nice, eh!”

“I say old boy do you have a protocol 13″?

“Why, yes, and one has a protocol 6. Does one”?

“What a load of cobblers! Anyway, protocol 13 doesn’t let you hang them no matter what they’ve done. So they can murder and rape to their heart’s content, and then just sit in the ‘nick’ watching TV, smoking hash and playing with themselves.  How ……. crazy is that? I tell you this country is going to the dogs!”

“Same again here, Jim, please.”

“Yeah, young Tommy laid one on me the other night; made me want to puke. He said it was hypothetical or something like that. Anyway, you get these traffickers bringing kids in from the likes of Rumania and Bulgaria, several thousand every year. You’ve seen them begging on the street, well others are used in the sex trade. Now that really gets to me! How can anyone have sex with little kids? The mind boggles. They must be sick!

Anyway, the guy gets caught and sent to prison and part of his sentence is to be deported after he’s done his ‘time’. You know it’s just a business to these people. I call them people but it makes you think. Even Mengele, would get his human rights with this mob.

Anyway he gets to prison and straight away he gets this Handbook that tells him everything; what he can claim, what he can moan about. He can even get an interpreter if he wants. But here’s the thing, he sees this geezer, his ‘legal services officer’ and claims his human rights. And before you know it, he’s got a girlfriend in this country (or so she says). It’s a diabolical shame but most of those women are just a local convenience store for these guys. Anyway, he can’t be deported because he’s a right to a family life.

Just think of it, he gets out, dumps his tart, and gets a flat and every other benefit the government can throw at him. Not bad eh? And those bloody lawyers they’re only in it for the dosh. They couldn’t give a monkeys  for anything else.

So this guy has screwed up the lives of hundreds of kids, maybe thousands of little lives and he gets his human rights. What the xxxx do the kids get! I mean how can that be justice?”

‘Yeah, spot on there Matt, there was some other guy, a while back he couldn’t be booted out either. What was it, let me think;

He may have had a dog.

It could have been a cat.

It might have been a boyfriend,

Or something like that.

But because of article 8,

He was allowed to stay.

The law is an ass.

What can you say?”

“Yeah, I remember that. Wasn’t he one of the boys from Brazil? Human rights, I’d give them the right to be hanged, shot or burned at the stake.”

“You’re a tad medieval with the stake job, Matt.”

“Maybe Luke, but there are real people out there and they need ‘rights’. The kids in Africa and all over really.

“You should have heard young John go on about it. He was nearly spitting blood. Something about a personal do-dah. Jim, what was John going on about the other night, something about a personal what’s-it’s-name”?

“Yeah, somebody complained that their ‘personal characteristic’ had been infringed”.

“That’s it. What’s one of them”?

“I think it’s to do with your sexuality. I think”.

“So there you go Luke; 60 million say it’s a load of crap and you pop up and say, what about my personal do-dah”.

“Ma secret’s out then”?

“Has been for a while lad. Hold on, young J sent me a text. He said I’ve to look it up on the ‘net’ to help me get ma head around it”.

Piecemeal social engineering resembles physical engineering in regarding the ends as beyond the province of technology.

Karl Popper, Poverty of Historicism

“I don’t think I’m any the wiser. But one thing I do know is that human rights and democracy are as chalk and cheese”.

“You having another”?