Sunday 11th September 2011 – Afternoon Diatribe & Base Level Truths
Good politics is nothing more than tracing the low-level horrors to the high-level games… Pulling at their roots with enough ferocity to bring the Gods in their Heaven tumblin’ down. Then executing them with a professional headshot; Point Blank; a silenced military-issue handgun and zero emotional input… “Taking out the trash, with minimum fuss and maximum effort”… A sequence of words which sound like the heavy mantra of some pseudo-psychologist sports coach, almost Germanic in both their work ethic and sheepish hopes of never again having to mention the war… Don’t mention the fucking war, whatever you do. Not on this day, on this anniversary, when the world around us is so much safer then it would have otherwise been…. A world of fear and suspicion and saturation coverage, at all hours, of every day, for the rest of our fucking lives… But free, at least… And when our time of remembrance is over, the question of Why must surely be asked, for there is no such thing as smoke without fire… It is true to say that we, The People, pay the price for such Freedoms, gained, as they are, in unreal foreign lands…. Collateral Damage, personified… Our inhumanity, in accepting this reality without at least attempting to burn such a diseased political system to the ground, jumping on the scorched skulls of every war-mongering MP until they crack and disintegrate into ash, is the weighty justification behind our current world and the cultural jail cell we will eventually, rightfully, inhabit… Bombs have continued falling, killing all the while, whilst we maintain our strange and unmoving belief in this mockery of a Good vs. Evil, Cowboy/Indian, Spaghetti-Western/Middle-Eastern gun-slingin’ family romp…
“Down with terror, of all persuasions”… This would be a fine and lasting tribute to all those who died on 9/11. And 7/11. And on the imperialistic marches of Terror and Empire, for Queen and Country, and Democracy, and Dollars and Cents, and Pounds and Pence, over every shore of every country these past few thousand years.
And this is the reason I’d struggle to get by in politics at any serious level. What started off as a brief outline of the requirements of a well-versed political campaign has eventually morphed into the sort of Base Truth that the majority of voters, and every single career-politician, would rather not hear at all…
Even for a serial optimist like me, the ongoing silence is painful, damaging and bleak in its implications.
We live in horrific times, People.
The Right Honourable Fent, MP