If democracy can be invalidated at the whim of the establishment’s displeasure with the result, why pretend we live in a free country anymore? [Paul Watson]
Prologue [prelude to a rambling dirge, itchy clicking finger]
There’s this to be said for structured exercise – it helps prevent new heart attacks, one meets people [well all right – wimmin] and it releases endorphins or a sense of wellbeing for awhile.
The main lesson I learnt in my time in Russia at the gym was that if you push yourself to failure [not allowed do that any more – heart], that takes a change in mindset and that mindset says that next day you’re going to have pain, to the point that if you don’t, you feel you’ve wasted your time, so you become used to living with pain but also have a near constant endorphin effect.
This is why people become gym rats, apart from impressing with the result and why men tend to anaerobic or weights, whilst women tend to toning.
Nothing comes free and what also accompanies that is escalation – if you’re making incremental gains and then some, and then go back a step, then gain again, it’s a legitimate question to ask where it will all end, given that you don’t wish to end up a proportionally short, vain, muscle-bound monster.
If you also have a faith and events seem to constantly reinforce it, then it has a most peculiar effect – there are studies about both people of faith and strange people, eccentrics and how they’re often the happiest, nicest, and fewer medical issues. [However, it does not work with Islam, which is highly destructive to the soul, coming as it does from the other side.]
The combined effect is a certain resilience, which is mighty handy in times of adversity and makes a person at least useful.
As you know, this is relative, like temperatures. Adversity to one person is lack of television and not being able afford the best cuts now. To others, it’s the Biafran type, genuine adversity, in which they make do and cope.
I had a bad dream in which I had to withdraw thousands from an account when there was some sort of Crash and I had to get it home safely … but these were adverse times, people were panicking in the streets and here was I trying to organize a lift home.
Estranged girlfriend turns up, she knows someone who can give me a lift, so I’m in a room with strangers when she disappears, and all these bags of money are sitting around.
Yet the bank officer had diddled me for $600 out of the thousands and I’d wasted my time fighting him.
Then I realized this place was closing its doors and suddenly, EGF reappears and says she’s had a brainwave – she can drive me. However, this turns out to be some guy who appears, friend of hers apparently and he’s obviously out for what he can get … and that’s when I realize I’m going to have to be far more proactive and non-reliant now.
So I’m there, telling myself over and over, “Think! Think!” But I can’t because those old reasoning powers have ebbed away. At this point, that primordial survival instinct kicks in, I then have the brainwave to ask help from Above and …
… wake up at 5.20 a.m., realizing I did live through that Crash – 1997/8 in Russia. A Crash in Russia is unlike a Crash in Blighty [2008/9], pampered place that it is, snowflakery abounding.
And yet, not that many decades ago, in these very isles, with some folk still alive today remembering it [I’m too young], there were these dire times. Not as bad as in the days of yore of course – King Stephen’s time when people despaired across the land. It’s relative, adversity.
The positive, if there is any, is that during this dream and realization, there was no panic, just reversion to base problem solving and simplifying life. Might be the Yorkshire in me to a point. We have this changing scene, we have to cope, find ways. Despair is the N1 killer because nobody’s going to help, they’re looking to you to help and that, weirdly, is a great coping mechanism in itself, so let’s keep that one in the repertoire.
Yesterday I saw a quote from the Koran [or one of its supporting books] – if a neighbour’s house is on fire, help him. Not out of altruism for him but to prevent your own catching fire.
Paul Watson’s realization
It’s at the top of this post – the whole thing’s a controlled circus, we’re the pawns, even those who pride themselves on being above the throng will go down too, just like the throng.
It’s the great leveller and while, unlike the socialist hive mind, I fully support people doing well for themselves and their families, I wonder if they realize how thin the veneer of civilisation really is, how quickly the hordes will sweep in and take … and people who were even friends will now betray you and do you down, out of panic or necessity.
We can’t alter it. No insurrection ever beat the PTB, the chances of, say, a new movement which, closer to election time, identifies a worthy independent in each constituency and campaigns for him/her, thereby breaking the LibLabCon stranglehold … that’s a pipe dream. We tried in 2010 with Albion Alliance and Norman Tebbit was right to say, “No traction.”
No one wishes to combine. In principle they did but in practice, everyone wanted to be the Boadicea or Joan of Arc, not the follower. And ideological shades of difference abounded. Plus the PTB simply sent out a memo – don’t talk to these people [us]. Only UKIP responded.
People are their own worst enemies.
So the issue now is that it’s time to get going with today’s programme – should I just trash this post and not let you see how batty I really am, or should I leave it, get up and get going?
It’s not unlike going on a driving holiday. You’ve fought tooth and nail to overtake as many lorries and slow cars as you can, you daren’t even stop for an overpriced snack at the motorway services because you’ll lose all you’ve gained and currently, you’re on top of it all and would hate to sink back into the mire again.
Dot dot dot …