(Sail on, sail on, o mighty Ship of State…!)
Sometimes, the old ones definitely are the best. Be it Rhett Butler’s, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” to Shakespeare’s Mercutio shouting, “A plague a’ both your houses”
Which, in the following case, would be a plague on the political & business classes, on both side of the pond.
So, yesterday, we could read that good-for-fuck-all General Motors will get another ‘loan’. Not, mind you, to ensure they will finally get their house in order. No, they will receive another $30 billion to help ’steer the company into bankruptcy next week.’
In other words, those stupid arseholes can’t even go bust without government help.
Meanwhile, in Britland, the New Labour government showed us yet again how glaringly incompetent a bureaucratic busy-body machine can be, if you give it enough silly money and monopolistic mandates to play with:
“A two-year-long, 178-page report that cost taxpayers £500,000 has arrived at the unsurprising conclusion that passengers are likely to be in a “positive emotional state” if their train is punctual and announcements are audible and comprehensible, and in a “negative” frame of mind if the service is late and no one tells them why.”
You know, given the arrogant incompetence of our political and business leaders, it would almost be preferable just to give up.
To return to that famous tree we once climbed out of, select a sold enough looking branch and either hang ourselves or, preferably, all those useless shits – elected and unelected – who got us in this fine mess, in the first place.
In the meantime, right now, I’m not in the mood to spend any more time reading or commenting on ever more infuriating news stories.
So, I’m off to the park, to feed the ducks and to listen to some Leonard Cohen on my neolithic Walkman.
It’s a shame I can’t really invite my readers to come and join me in my duck feeding frenzy but at least I can leave you with a few, fitting Cohen songs to chew on. Enjoy:
2) Closing time &
3) The Future: