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'It all looks to me like a controlled demolition of all we plebs hold dear'
The world needs switching off and on again, like a bit of high spec tech. It has the way those things do from time to time, got confused or seized up, or failed to execute its own software or whatever.
The world operating system is, to use the technical term, kaput. You might see that as users of the world, we've tried everything until there's nothing else for it but calling it quits and pulling the plug out at the wall.
For me, the role of the little spinning wheel of death, that tiny, whirling pizza of limbo in the middle of the screen that tells you all else has failed, is presently being performed and personified by President Donald J. Trump on Truth Social.
For me, his postings now are nothing less than deranged, utterly disconnected from reality. War is on, he says. War is off, he says five minutes later. Strait of Hormuz is open, he says. Strait of Hormuz is closed. He says peace talks, then next minute bombing them into the Stone age. Iran was a civilisation when Europe was pretty much still in the Stone Age, but I digress.
The last time I could bring myself to look at a screen of mainstream media, Trump was threatening to attack Oman. Something to do with that fantasy he has about having any say whatever regarding that chokepoint in the world's energy supply. He has declared that new American territory.
Another sign of technical breakdown of the world is the pathetic and hopeless position in which the Arabian kingdoms find themselves, indeed, into which they have been put from Saudi Arabia's Mohammed bin Saud, aka MBS, on down. The situation is nothing less than cringeworthy for society's so avowedly patriarchal.
Little worlds where men are in charge. The various leaders in the Gulf appear more and more like what I hear the kids call cucks, having paid all that protection money to the United States of America and for generations. It turns out all that moolah was down the drain.
Since the war with Iran, it has been excruciatingly obvious that that multi-billion pound insurance policy was not worth the paper it's printed on. To all intents and purposes, the US has walked away from those entities it swore to protect, with scarcely a backward glance. For MBS and the rest, it can only be humiliating. Had for fools. Places that had appeared like desert mirages, towers of tax free glass and steel, are increasingly revealed as just that mirages. Round and round and round spins the little on screen wheel of death. Someone, for pity's sake, switch it off at the socket and give it half an hour before trying again.
The same brief glance I had at the mainstream news informed me Trump's son-in-law, Jared Kushner's plans for Gaza are coming on. Well, in what universe can that be true? The scene of an ongoing genocide and plans for Mar-a-Lago on the Med are coming on. Well, while we're on the subject of Jared Kushner, whatever happened to that fantasy island of his and Ivanka Trump's off the coast of Albania? It certainly wasn't mentioned in the news bulletin I saw, but then there was so much else to cover.
Kushner has the physical appearance to me of artificial intelligence-made flesh. I ask myself if he can, even in the manner of Pinocchio, be a real boy. And then I remember the earthy reality. He's the son of Charles Kushner don't forget who was convicted of, among other things, witness tampering when his brother-in-law was cooperating with federal investigators for a case against Kushner, he paid for a prostitute to seduce his brother-in-law, his own sister's husband, and arranged for the sexual encounter to be filmed and had the tape sent to his sister.
Kushner senior got jail time for that, but in the name of letting bygones be bygones, Trump sorted him a full pardon and made him US ambassador to France into the bargain. He's Ivanka's father-in-law, after all. So, you know, keep it in the family. I used to say you couldn't make it up until I realised such sordid shenanigans must only be, at best, another symptom of the messed up computer operating system the world is still running on.
Maybe it's crying out for an update. Or more likely, it seems to me that all powerful switch off and switch on again routine that works for everything else and so might as well work for the world as well. Closer to home, the bugs in the system. Maybe they're not bugs. Maybe their features include the efforts of newly minted British Prime Minister Andy Burnham, recently back in the office in Downing Street in London after the holiday he saw fit to take after just two weeks in the new job, thereby underlining his own redundancy and irrelevancy.
But yeah, PM Burnham has announced, and I saw this in the same lunchtime glance at the BBC headlines on Tuesday of this week. Burnham has promised Britons, and I quote, '100 per cent support for Ukraine's continuing war against Russia'. Behind the spinning wheel of death on the screen, I read that we, that is Britain, are in the business of providing hundreds more drones for Ukraine to attack Russia with. This is despite Russia's President, Vladimir Putin, having warned us, that is Britain, in no uncertain terms that there must be consequences.
The headlines are truly Orwellian in nature. By the way, the one about hundreds more drones for Ukraine exists in the same universe as another seeing Russian drone strikes in Ukraine have killed civilians. What do we think the British drones do when they arrive on target in Moscow? But of course, it is apparently okay to kill Russian civilians, just as it's okay to kill Palestinian civilians. Let us wonder together what Putin's promised consequences might look like. Just as for instance, I cannot help but notice Russia has befitting a battle hardened nation after years of war in its bristling arsenal, hypersonic missiles against which we in Britain have absolutely no defence, none whatever an ethnic missile or whatever, would, without any possibility of intervention from us, turn a manufacturing facility of drone tech anywhere in Britain into a smoking crater.
But Hay ho, Andy Burnham says we are with Ukraine for the long haul. We are not fair weather friends, said Burnham, in the same week British drones were used against Russia. We will be there in Ukraine's hour of need and that will not change. Elsewhere, of course, the messed up operating system has as multiple other symptoms, including Kaia Kalus, VP of the European Union, who says right out loud out in the open where people can hear her that Russia should be broken up.
Russia. Nuclear superpower, wholly energy independent. That Russia. Talk about spinning wheel of death. Speaking only for myself, I find it increasingly impossible to look on at the behaviour of these people, these so-called leaders, from the President of the United States, the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, the Vice President of the EU, to our own dear puppet Prime Minister and not conclude that it really is all about destroying everything, pulling the temple down upon our own heads, as it were, so that the only empire that appears to matter, which is to say what some of us call the hegemony of the Epstein class of psychopath billionaires is protected and remains in place at the top of the food chain.
It all looks to me like a controlled demolition of all we plebs hold dear. While technocrats and billionaires asset strip the world, it seems unavoidably and undeniably obvious to me that we the people are simply expendable along with our civilisations, so long as the Epstein class is okay. The war in Ukraine, the war against Iran, genocide in Gaza. I fail to see how anyone sane can look on at any of it without realising that what we are having our noses rubbed in, highlighted for effect by the manipulation of oil prices and associated insider dealing, is the final looting of everything of value before the inevitable happens, the inevitable being the collapse of the system, the operating system you might see upon which everything has sat for the past couple of generations at least.
To come to the immediate and personal, I surely cannot be the only person horrified by the numbers of young people in my community having medical emergencies that were unheard of until a few years ago. In the last two weeks, I've heard of one teenager, an apprentice to a trade needing medical attention on account of blackouts related to a damaged heart. And another, with no previous history of health problems, rushed to hospital after a seizure. I could name both, but I won't.
All around me too are hitherto unheard of numbers of aggressive cancers. The numbers are beyond messed up, and yet too many people are reacting as though such events are only to be accepted now as part of the new normal. No one can tell me any of it is normal. The signs of imminent system crash are everywhere, from the sublime to the ridiculous.
I heard Tucker Carlson talking this week about how religious schools in Israel won't use the plus sign in the teaching of maths to children, because it looks like a Christian cross, and the Christian cross is deemed offensive. This is not normal either. Neither is meat grinder war for money laundering and profit. Neither is genocide in plain sight. Neither is weather reporting that makes British summertime sound like and look like the end of the world. Neither is migration on a scale that surely signals determined intent to replace one population with another.
Hardest of all to contemplate are the indications that most of us are simply an inconvenience, surplus to the requirements of that Epstein class. If we cannot be controlled by the digital cage, it might be better, easier for some if most of us simply weren't here at all.
To capital, I say, rather than a leader, the so-called free world has a loose cannon with a loose mouth. Any of these phenomena alone would be cause for concern. All of it together in the same news cycle means enough is enough. Turn off the world and reboot the whole damned thing before any more people get hurt.
