Just mucking about with words. Thoughts may not be my own.
I would like to be certain.
It must feel like a much more secure position.
I read people who are certain. I watch them on discussion shows. I hear them on radio phone ins. It don’t think it’s an act. They are sure that they are sure.
Unfortunately, due to the company I keep and the books on my shelves, my ignorance is flamboyant. Each effort to cure it just puts another peacock feather in it. The problem with being driven by curiosity rather than a raging desire to be right, is that your 100%, definite, this is the correct answer, the right way forward, the dogma that drives me to Olympus, gets further and further away.
Politics seems the hardest to grasp. It’s news coverage seems to be driven by creating penny dreadful melodramas, so the facts seem to be barely flirted with, for fear that a whiff of evidence based thinking will castrate the rampant stud bull that spurts out the intrigue and gore and lurid tales.
I wish I had fallen for Farage, the fag ash messiah who is exalted and worshipped as he is placed high on a plinth made of margarine and dripping. I don’t think I have seen such fundamentalist adoration and certainty over a political leader since Margaret Thatcher, and that seemed to be backed up by far more than Farage has.
I am confused as to why the Conservatives are seen as no longer representing the right thinking, right-minded, right winger anymore. Much was made of same sex marriage, was the exclusivity of heterosexual marriage really the sand the house of true Conservatism was built on? To my whimpering liberal mind, they seem to have been reasonably bullish in selling off all that is left, in breaking pre-election promises on health, on kow-towing to business and finance and ushering perpetual austerity for the poor, and TTIP for the oligarchs and new noblemen of the corporate.
I have no idea what the Lib Dems have been doing, but their silk pantaloons have been splashed with mud as they held the gate open for the carriages to charge through.
I am utterly confused by Labour and have no idea how they serve the purpose of an opposition. Those “difficult sandwich” snapshots of Milliband seemed so unjust, but sadly, the hamfisted bacon battle became an increasingly apt metaphor as the year progressed.
Now, I have heard of some other parties, called the NHA Party and The Greens, but I see scant evidence for their existence on most platforms, so have to view them as equivalent to rumours of a panther on a Cornish moor.
In terms of party politics, I have never felt more lost on who to vote for, on who really stands for what, on who is interested primarily in the people of the country and who is primarily interested in the profits of a few. And the mass media seems to offer less and less help. I think a Panini sticker book of policies and ethics would be more useful than the Saturday Guardian.
I am suspicious we are all victims of willful obfuscation, but it has now gone on so long that almost no one has a clue, but they won’t admit it. Meanwhile, a few rub hands with glee as they see this grand confusion, and pickpockets stealthily.
As you can see, I haven’t a clue what I am talking about.
There needs to be more critical thinking taught in schools, and in the rest of life too. It takes time to scrutinise, I better start pointing my curiosity in the most pragmatic direction.
I am off to Salford, Berwick, Edinburgh, Swindon and beyond, to Australia and the USA – all tour details etc are here http://www.robinince.com
Utter Shambles podcast returns as Cosmic Shambles with Josie Long and me HERE