Hello Peeps
Where do I start? Firstly I think certain politicians are being hoist by their own petard!
Future and previous President Trump has started before he begins by announcing a lot of wild plans that he thinks are good for America, and he may be right. Unfortunately he’s laid himself wide open to AI which can now exaggerate as much as it likes and everyone will believe it. Nothing will be too crazy to have come from him.
Is it real that he’s said there will be no support at all for California after the wild fires as the governor is not on his side, or is it fake news? Either way it’s going to do tremendous damage one way or another.
Our hopeful new government is approaching its knees very fast. The economy is tanking, they’re calling it the second most damaging budget after Liz Truss, who still doesn’t believe that crashing the economy means she got anything wrong.
Then there is the failure to implement child protection in respect of the grooming gangs all over the UK, many in England. The local council want a national enquiry, along the lines of ‘it’s not just us and not all our fault’, whereas they should be concentrating on stopping these people and protecting children. The government says no, the country is disgusted that action wasn’t taken 20 years ago, and…actually I don’t know where that leaves us as too many people are doing sod all very noisily.
I also think the 20 billion black hole (fib) is probably getting bigger as the new Chancellor seems to have calculated very badly in raising employer’s national insurance contributions, and now they say they can’t afford staff. I wonder though how large the company profits will be when they declare next year? Won’t that be interesting?
That’s just one thing making those in the know scream ‘are you serious?’ and turning to drink. Hot chocolate of course.
My friend Deb did give them 2 years, even though she was very pleased to see them come into power, but we’re in somewhat of an immediate world now. I love you, you’re rubbish, I hate you, go away. That or cancelling people over a rumour, or the words of 2 or 3 people, and condemning the disparaged to a lifetime of having to prove they did nothing wrong, which they can’t, so careers are affected forever.
All the time the innocent public who never commit a single crime between them, sit in judgement, feeling so much more saintly than, shudder, politicians.
Fact: about 95% of the crime in this country comes from the general public. Unless of course you consider telling porkies to get voted in to be a serious crime. It’s not up there with grooming, rape, murder, violence on our streets, corporate crime, AI lies, social media manipulation, and on and on and on.
When it comes to social media monitoring now, Zuckerberg is following Musk in stopping identifying disinformation and allowing the uninformed public to do it for him. In which case we’re talking opinion over knowledge most of the time, as the public can’t trust a fact, a face, a voice, or a video nowadays. How does he expect us to know what’s real?
Did anyone ever tell these so-called geniuses that free speech isn’t free, there are consequences to every word said?
Stress and anxiety are going through the roof as most people find social media alone to be highly unpleasant, very upsetting, and you don’t see the posts from your friends you see them from strangers you wouldn’t make friends with.
Last week Deb was insulted and told ‘get in the bin you woke idiot’, she wasn’t sure which bin for a start or where it was, but she was beyond delighted to be called woke. To her it means awake to the needs of others, the animal kingdom, and the planet. She didn’t tell the silly man who posted the comment as she was worried it would upset him that some people are proud of caring about others. She can’t see what’s wrong with being a positive force, backing people who aren’t perfect but do a good job, and generally not trying to drive others to suicide. Nor can I.
Time for the public to realise that they will always find something wrong. There will never be a perfect England manager, team, Prime Minister, way of running a country, budget, school, partner, and so on again, ad infinitum. Perfection does not exist and those who think they could do better can say so because they know they will never be tested.
Sigh, sometimes my humour gives way to sharing the ridiculousness of our societies, and try as I might I can’t make it amusing. Because it’s not.
However, I have my grandson!
Bangkok/Bangor
You may recall that fiasco that had my son looking for his boys in Bangkok because my granddaughter got muddled up between that and Bangor. Obviously they’re very similar to an 8 year old mind, as she has no idea where either place is, and what goes on there.
You may also recall that I quickly discovered them in Wales which, for my international reader, is where Bangor is, and gave them one night of fun before they had to go home to face the music.
When I say go home, I did not mean get on the train to go home, run down the carriage saying they needed the toilet, and jump off the other end. I was 10 minutes out before I looked at my watch again, and decided they either had a really bad case of diarrhoea, or I’d been outwitted. Again!
They finally came home when they needed their clothes washed, which were ceremonially burned in the garden, alongside the rest of their wardrobes. Never annoy my daughter-in-law. They were very upset that they she had left them with nothing but sad fitness gear and budgie smugglers to wear, all in lurid colours, and shudder no designer labels.
For my international reader, budgie smugglers are very tight undergarments for men that can make you look highly inadequate without a decent sock stuffed inside.
Eldest grandson said he was sure to fail all his exams due to the mental trauma of having to be seen like this, and his mother said then he could go and work in the brothel in Bangor. Which to be clear, doesn’t exist.
Youngest grandson went up to his room, slammed the door, climbed out of the window, shinned down the drainpipe, and was confronted by myself and my son waiting for him. At which point he kicked his dad in the knee, told me my wig was lopsided, and took off like a bat out of hell. I was so shocked it took me several goes at straightening my hair to realise that I don’t wear a wig.
Then it got worse!
He rocked up at my friend Mildred’s house and engaged her services as a Barrister. He told her my son would pay. My son said he would not. I gently took his hand, patted his shoulder, and said “Simon, you will.” Or so I thought.
The list of charges are as follows:
- Abandonment due to parental failure to keep him in line.
- Failure to teach him proper behaviour and lack of emotional guidance and support.
- Damage to his mental health as a result.
- Imprisonment (being sent to his room) which left him so distressed he had to keep escaping. He maintains that they should have sat with him and talked him through these issues and offered proper guidance. Which would have been tricky as the moment they sent him to his room he was off down the drainpipe. I pointed this out to Mildred who said “they could have called him.”
- Bullying and harassment over his woeful results at school, for which he is not responsible as it is an awful school and they sent him there. That’s pretty much true.
- Blaming him for not concentrating when he’s constantly scared that the ceiling is going to fall on his head. Also true. The school is falling apart.
- Failure to support his brother which led to him having to try and save him and thereby got him into trouble.
- The mental and emotional harm of living in Greenwich. That’s in South East London guys and it’s a rather nice place, very upmarket, it has the Cutty Sark, is on the Thames, and many people would give their eye teeth to live there. His problem is apparently that he doesn’t like the name.
That’s as far as they’ve got at the moment. I’ve warned my son to settle. But you know, my friend Milders isn’t silly. When I asked her about this she simply said “well they know what’s upsetting him now.”
Sadly, when I asked whether that meant she wouldn’t charge my son an arm, both legs, and the house. She said obviously she would not as she was trying to help a distressed family by identifying the issues, at which time she would charge them for counselling services, something she is very good at. Mainly because it means if it doesn’t go to court she still earns good money. She’s also a lot softer than she tries to make out, but you did not hear that from me. She will kill me, and it will look like an accident.
Why sad? Her answer was, “No I’ll charge you, you led them astray!” I hope she remembers I live in a one bedroom flat and the nicest thing I have is the tree outside my bedroom. I’m fond of trees as you know.
Hey ho, it will all come out in the wash, but politics across much of the western world promises to take more than one wash to remove the chaos.
Yours Clarence
Mildred “I heard that”
Clarence “How?”
Mildred “I’ve bugged your flat.”
Clarence “How could you?!””
Mildred “How else will I know if you’ve collapsed and need assistance?.”
Clarence “Good try. Besides, I wasn’t speaking I was typing on my laptop.”
Mildred “Now there’s a talent!”
Clarence “Not funny. So just how?”
Mildred “I’m recording your keystrokes and if that fails I can read your screen using the hidden camera in your lounge.”
Clarence “How could you?! Don’t bother to answer that. So do I get to bug your place so I know if you’ve collapsed?”
Mildred “No need darling, I always have at least one of my most special men with me at any one time. Unlike the terminally single. And do stop repeating yourself, you’re a writer, you should be better than that!”
Clarence (thinking) “Bitch!”
Mildred “I heard that!”
Deb Hawken - Amorah 