So, it’s been a while since I posted, and the more that’s changed, the more has stayed the same.
India and Pakistan are squaring up to each other again (which is going to be fun for those of us who live in and around Bradford). Iraq and Afghanistan are in an even more parlous state than they were last time I wrote.
Israel and Lebanon are at it again as well; and in more prosaic news, I got kicked off
metaquotes for a minor rule infringement (Oh! The drama!). But rather than chanting "we’re all going to die in a nuclear war! We’re all going to die in a nuclear war! And I can’t even metaquote people about it!" I find myself seeking the silver lining. Or possibly burying my head in the sand. I shall leave it to you to decide.
One thing which is increasing my happiness quotient is that
the ID card issue which I was so worried about because of
its far reaching consequences looks like
being quietly shelved until after the next election, by which point we will have a new prime minister whichever party wins and (hopefully) it will get permanently kicked to the kerb.
Then there’s the tantalising possibility that the cash for peerages row is going to keep on bubbling up until it engulfs our dear Prime Minister. There’s talk that
he might be arrested, since
two government ministers have been "helping the police with their enquiries" already, and I’ll be most amused if he gets hoist by his own petard for the ridiculous increase in power he has given the police. After his
recent comments on the judiciary, is there anyone willing to bet they WON’T throw the book at him, should the case get to court? Just the merest possibility of this happening gives me GLEE!! feelings…
In less earth-shattering areas, I have become very active in Doctor Who fandom since season two/twenty-eight started, mainly to complain, like the old git that I am, about how much better the show was in Colin Baker’s day, and how Doctor Number Ten’s scripts are atrocious. I was extremely amused this morning to read (in an ancient copy of Doctor Who Magazine) somebody saying almost exactly the same things about Colin Baker with regard to the Tom Baker era.
But possibly the most exciting news of all, as far as I’m concerned, is that I shall be receiving my new motorcycle next week. We all have our little routes of escape from terrible reality, don’t we? Sometimes I like to listen to the radio in the dark, for example, or to go on a long run with the dog somewhere deserted. But the best method of escape is to climb aboard my bike and go somewhere completely random. The countryside near to where I live is so beautiful, and the moorland roads are quiet enough to appreciate it without getting stuck in frustrating traffic. There’s such a sense of freedom to motorcycling, which I never get in a car, and I’ve been like a child in the week before Christmas all week.
All of which goes to prove something which I have long suspected.
Human beings can’t live in a constant state of fear. We just can’t. The government keeps on trying to ramp up our fear levels so that they can
strip away our civil liberties; there’s a constant threat that the whole world will be engulfed in a terrible war, and our leaders keep trying to use petrol as a fire extinguisher; the media is full of increasingly hysterical stories of death and destruction… And for the most part we all ignore it. We get on with our daily lives, perhaps with a sad shake of the head, or a blog comment.
I’m undecided as to whether or not this is a good thing.
On the one hand, it just goes to show human adaptability. No matter how horrible situations might get, no matter how terrible the outside world becomes, we intentionally get tunnel vision and concentrate harder and harder on the little things to protect ourselves from the horror of the big picture. We complain about the storylines on Eastenders because it’s a comforting, normal thing to do when the world is going to hell in a handbasket; and the cynic in me says that it’s the reason why Eastenders was invented. It IS comforting to think that however bad things get there will still be some semblance of normal life going on.
On the other hand, the activist in me wants to scream at the indolence. If all those of us who think that things are WRONG were to rise up and right the wrongs then the world would be a better place, or certainly a more interesting place. But there’s a little weasel voice at the back of my head saying that maybe that’s what the warmongers think they are doing – rising up and overthrowing evil. And of course, I’m far too indolent myself to do anything other than complain in my blog about the indolence of others.
So, if the situation in the middle east does explode in the next few days, or if India and Pakistan DO start hitting the nuclear button at each other, what will my likely response be? Sadly, I’m not deep enough for it to be “oh the humanity!” or a more original equivalent thereof. I can practically guarantee that if something catastrophic happens in the next few days, my response will involve “…and I didn’t even get to ride my Triumph!”
Hurrah for the indomitable human spirit.