The 2012 Olympics are coming to an end and only a killjoy would want to dispute their obvious success. the ‘Blighty’ flag flutters, it is an all-inclusive thing, and the ‘Blighty’ people belong in one big happy family. Will his “Royal Hoyness”put the spike in the spokes of the Scottish nationalist roadshow, or will it be left to Andrew Murray to do the dirty work?
The manufacturers of consent have been at work and the feeling of belonging that they have create to accompany the “panem et circenses” has all and sundry proud to be British. Now, not that Scottish nationalism is particularly attractive, but ….. well, “proud to be British”? “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”, indeed, but not to worry, for while the here and there soldier of the Queen is still to be found “wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains”, it is the foreign chappies who will largely do the blood-letting for a “Blighty” which on the home front has no intention of, inviting all of its family members to the table, and which abroad, sets about achieving its elite’s disgustingly Machiavellian goals under the guise of humanitarianism.
“Britain will expand its support to the Syrian political opposition fighting President Bashar Assad with an extra £5 million of non-lethal practical assistance, the British Foreign Minister, William Hague, says, before adding that :“This will help protect unarmed opposition groups, human rights activists, and civilians from some of the worst of the violence.” No mention, of course, that it was Britain who helped set up these so-called “rebels” with the sole purpose of violently overthrowing a legitimate, albeit not particularly nice, government.
Back in ‘Blighty’ land Syria is a long way off and it is only the spoil sports who would dare interrupt the party. The nationalists north of the border, the lady in Sheffield who works but cannot make a living wage, the no future generation of young people who will never get an education. Stop moaning, this is a great country, and, shop at Aldi and go for the out of date products Mrs. Yet, the real world in foreign fields and events at home are not totally disconnected, for if we are fooled that all is well here at home, what chance is there of the real world being spotted from this head in the sand place. This is 2012 and the Orwellian war on terror has entered year twelve.