One Man’s Meat …
I do not ski myself. But I was in a ski resort recently and it was a bit of an eye opener.
Everyone clumping around in padded suits, hard hats and leaden boots.
I found it all very alien and Sci Fi, as if I had been transported to another planet and was
witnessing the enslaved victims of some extra-terrestrial invasion-force being herded into
long straddling queues in sub zero conditions as they waited their turn to scramble
aboard the conveyor belt that would hoist them up the mountainside, into the snow
and cloud where they would join their work parties out of sight and mind of a
defeated world. While all the while, like boulders in a landslide, myriads of others
came hurtling down the slope as if gathered from space and cast and scattered by
a giant invisible dumper to reinforce the never-ending lines of drudges who trudged
unsmiling towards the ceaseless clatter of the unpitying machine. Sci Fi?
Yes – in a way. And yet … And yet I would not have felt the least bit surprised
to spot a swastika-flashing Heinrich Himmler, peak-capped, monocle-eyed,
hands clasped behind his rigid back, as he paced to and fro beside his
shuffling lines of hapless captives, muttering, ‘Der experiment geht gut.’
In the bar of a night when I asked the escapees what they got out of all this
they said – satisfaction ... Hmmm.
Meanwhile in Merrie England …
I see that the equalities commission is about to prosecute
the BNP for banning non-white members. Fair enough I suppose,
racism and all that jazz. But what about the Black Police Association?
Even its name is racist. It implies, ‘No whites here.’
Or have I got this wrong again? Think abourrit.
Another stray thought.
God, (Whatever that may mean,) has arranged for us all, mice and men, oak trees
and sausages, to hurtle through space and time on an unfinished spaceship.
I’m talking plate tectonics here, continental drift, earthquakes, volcanoes,
long term climate change, tsunamis, all that kind of thing.
And we are told to believe that this God thing is all knowing,
all encompassing and incapable of being wrong.
So it knows what it’s up to; and still chose to do it.
So is God still eligible to enter the all-loving all-caring parent contest?