If
you write something, you’re allowed some cake.
I
was beaten up by a mouse, a gull, a tortoise and a scampi. But Yuffy didn’t
lift a finger.
That’s
not good enough. That’s just a weak gag that no-one’s going to get anyway except
for an increasingly vanishing demographic. Good riddance! Actually the computer
doesn’t like me using ‘a Scampi’ it wants just ‘Scampi’. I can’t explain to it
that the mistake was Yuffy’s, the stupid bearded memory. Scampi is a foodstuff
made from Langoustines which is like a tiny Lobster. See! This
is an educational resource! Come back!
It is the end of April here in northern Ukogbani in 2013AD and I’ve
managed a post a month so far this year so I’m loathed to let that slide or the
Revolutionary Army of Crackers will fade away altogether. It’s just kind of
hard given that there’s nothing very nice to say and pretty much no-one reads
this anyway. Those apparent spikes of interest were almost certainly the work
of some algorithmic oddity rather than any conscious minds. I have to keep my
own flagging morale up by reminding myself that this thing is for posterity not
for the now. This is just the wrong time to be Sauropod deity but these things
come round like the seasons. There will be dancing and festivities in my holy
name again and also will there be mighty thunder and terrible wrath for my quisling
enemies. These things are certain.
The picture is Adolphe Valette’s view of Manchester rooftops
from about a hundred years ago. It’s not all that different today especially on
a damp wintery day. As a pleasant contrast, from the sunny island of Jamaica is
this song by Jimmy Cliff from the soundtrack to the movie ‘The Harder They Come’.
You might also try his original version of Many Rivers to Cross. Yeh it’s all
pretty random. You’re lucky I’m interested enough to bother, you theoretical future
nobodies! Actually I’m lucky nobody does read this thing right now given some
of the controversial stuff about chemical weapons and suchlike. Really,
humanity, it’s time to build a general settlement that ends these wars
altogether. It’s closer now than ever but still hard to see through the
fountains of blood. Start with small agreements and keep building on the back
of them till you have an honest global dialogue between the many shifting and
overlapping tribes of man. Nuclear stalemate has provided a window of opportunity
that is starting to close. WMDs are back out of the box albeit in uncertain
circumstances. Situations like state actors being pushed into corners and fatal
misunderstanding of the positions of one’s opponents are scenarios that become
much more dangerous when extraordinary military hardware is in town. Those who
still can must ask those who have some leverage over belligerent parties what
is it worth to gain a compromise that ends the fighting? Let them know that
victory is unobtainable and that they must accept the best defeat possible that
gives them a stake in the future and a guarantee of security. Despite all the
violence left over from the grim struggle of a semi-carnivorous evolution, the active
warriors are somehow a minority. Most human beings are now working and trading
peacefully with other human beings and attempting by these means to improve
their situation and by extension that of their communities and of humanity in
general. Later on as interconnected beings in a pan-organic global identity but
that’s quite a lot later. One thing at a time, eh? Can I have some cake
now?
