Clarence: On Musk and Toddlers

So civil war is inevitable is it? Everyone is scoffing. Have you watched the news?

The far right are deliberately using the terrible attack in Southport to destabilise the country, whilst their highly concerned leader sits on his sun bed abroad, quaffing alcohol, deeply thrilled by it all.

What is the benefit of tearing society apart? Does he really think he or his cronies can come in and be seen as saviours?

The fact that the other side are starting to attend these riots suggests not, but a few young men have started to fight back, so don’t laugh at Musk just yet.

Sitting back thinking “Oh my what a predicament!” is not going to help. Talking to your children is. Teaching them to throw rocks at the police is not useful, teaching them how utterly stupid and evil rioting is at every level, would be a good start.

I hate extremism of all kinds. It’s killed millions of people in the last 110 years alone. The far right being most of the problem then, and still is now. They’d rather do harm than talk.

Anything far usually goes too far.

This has been festering for a decade, and white children attacked by a person of colour was all the excuse they needed.

Also teaching children (and adults) that swearing, shouting, burning, smashing, harming, is not an appropriate expression of grief would go a long way to stopping this. Not that they really give a toss.

Imagine if someone went to their Nan’s funeral and proceeded to torch the church? Are they really going to say it was just the send off she would have wanted? Especially if she didn’t want to be cremated?

That or, “The way you smashed all the windows and beat the vicar up with the crucifix really showed us how much you loved our nan! Thank you so much.”

Of course they wouldn’t, but they will express their deep caring for those dear little girls, the injured, and their families, by making absolutely sure the streets become even more unsafe for children, and there are another group of white bigots ready to step in and ruin their adult lives in years to come.

I prefer my writing to be funny, I’m the antidote to politics and insanity, we can debate whether there’s a difference later when sanity is restored. But I find myself far more likely to cry at the moment.

However

There are two sides here. The illegals arriving by boats needing us to pay for their keep, alongside British families who can’t afford food, and major institutions breaking down due to lack of funding.

We can’t afford them and we don’t have the space or infrastructure to care for them properly. We haven’t sufficient housing for our own people. It’s right to put your own people first. By that I mean everyone living here legally.

If they then send for the families, our schools are under pressure, need rebuilding, and we can’t feed the children we have now. A part of that is being done by our people further contributing to food banks and charities. Mosques and churches helping out. And so on.

And why are mainly only men needing to flee? Some of whom are immediately turning to crime and disappearing? Who is protecting their women and children?

I’m anti no one but there are a lot of questions that need answering and if they’re not addressed then at some point Musk may well be right. No matter what you say, recent events are a symptom of enough is enough. It’s just that we need true leaders to say this not leave it to the far right.

So saying

I’m at a loss. My sense of humour has taken a real hammering. Watching the Olympics has left me feeling even more confused about things we can’t joke about. I’m not sure I know what gender means anymore, I would have thought a ‘brief’ enquiry would answer that question Apparently not.

Plus there are runners out there that go faster than my car! That’s completely unsettling I have learned rather sweetly though that if you win a gold medal don’t bring your toddler to the press interview because no one will care about the medal.

You know:

“That woman who won something for something! Beautiful blonde baby boy…“

“Oh of course, wasn’t he adorable! What was it she did?”

“Who?”

He was the kind of bright light that deserves a better world.

So I can’t give you funny but I can give you cute.

You’re welcome

Clarence

P.S. My grandson said yesterday that he would come to my press interview and tell people how great I am if I ever won a gold medal. Glowing with pride I made the mistake of asking him what sport I’d be good at, stupid, stupid, stupid. He replied “Oh it doesn’t matter because granny said that you’re too bone idle, uncoordinated, short sighted, and ungainly to take up any sport, and you’re ridiculously accident prone. Did you really shoot yourself in the foot?”

I obviously denied that and pointed out that guns are very bad things that you should handle with extreme care. But yes, I asked a soldier in Afghanistan if I could hold a gun to see what it felt like. Then I sneezed, knocked off the safety, dropped it, and blew the top of my toe off. I had to tell the commanding officer that the bullet came out of nowhere to save the poor sod from getting court marshalled for handing an idiot a gun. I still have the bullet, which was inexplicably missing. He’s right and there goes my moment in the sun!

Sigh

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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