I read the poem, Futility (Robert Owen) the other day. I was helping my Grandson, the Paddo Colt, with homework. It's an anti war poem from WW1 and it's despairing of human the folly of the war.
I despair of the cavalier way that we all sleepwalk toward plain disaster without seeking the hardest evidence. The German people, the ordinary people, did it. Their emotions overcame them.
Country Member ( I snigger every time I say that name) mentioned the cancer of the American soft power which has the masses enthralled here and all over the West. Marx never factored that in. Glimpses of modern young adulthood provoke feeling of futility in me - "Reveals" of baby scans, the pathetic Hens' Nights" (I live near the Cross) from which it's hard to avert your gaze, like a car accident, Husband and wife "performances" at weddings, names like "Destiny", "Latrell", "Shaquille", "Starford" - there was a bloke on MKR the other night named "Che". Gone, clearly, are names like "Barry", "Les", Neville", "Gay", "Mildred" or "Lorraine".
The cadence of young female speech is another thing - that fried voice with American pronunciations and phrases. "Impordant" with a "D" annoys me so does "legislature" with a hard "G". And the phrases! "Have a nice day" started it but, boy, "Sorry for your loss", "Excuse me" and what about "Reach out"? I thought that its irony was hilarious when it was used in the "Sopranos" but now it's everywhere.
No chance that many of our young would give john menadue.com a run. "Old fossils" the youg -ism said in the most empty headed remark I've read on here and that's sayin' sumphin.
I despair of the cavalier way that we all sleepwalk toward plain disaster without seeking the hardest evidence. The German people, the ordinary people, did it. Their emotions overcame them.
Country Member ( I snigger every time I say that name) mentioned the cancer of the American soft power which has the masses enthralled here and all over the West. Marx never factored that in. Glimpses of modern young adulthood provoke feeling of futility in me - "Reveals" of baby scans, the pathetic Hens' Nights" (I live near the Cross) from which it's hard to avert your gaze, like a car accident, Husband and wife "performances" at weddings, names like "Destiny", "Latrell", "Shaquille", "Starford" - there was a bloke on MKR the other night named "Che". Gone, clearly, are names like "Barry", "Les", Neville", "Gay", "Mildred" or "Lorraine".
The cadence of young female speech is another thing - that fried voice with American pronunciations and phrases. "Impordant" with a "D" annoys me so does "legislature" with a hard "G". And the phrases! "Have a nice day" started it but, boy, "Sorry for your loss", "Excuse me" and what about "Reach out"? I thought that its irony was hilarious when it was used in the "Sopranos" but now it's everywhere.
No chance that many of our young would give john menadue.com a run. "Old fossils" the youg -ism said in the most empty headed remark I've read on here and that's sayin' sumphin.
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