I have no time for pleasantries, which may not please, but it’s a modern disease, days like these force us to squeeze every moment dry till the great goodbye when we can only lie and see the sky fully for the first time and ask why we didn’t do so before, why did profit and product conduct us so, to forgo our very reason for being.
I am fighting to get my life back, while in my heart I just want to sleep in a mist that can steal my memories and make a truly new man of me without the history of such fierce gravity, or the knowledge which only teaches that tomorrow holds no releases.
How do I fit into this world without becoming more like its sickness?
If we protected with the same zeal as we persecute, though perhaps without the disgusting vicarious glee, then we might prevent pain. But once every celebrity is crucified on the wood of the Yewtree, how much will have been done to safeguard the next generation. We may foam at the mouth because old men got thrills decades ago, but we still step-over children we have failed on our way to buy our next media fix. This witch hunt may sell paper, but it won’t leave us any safer.
The court is not a place for therapy or closure, it is meant to weigh the evidence and provide a decision, not operate on intuition, instead it is becoming a tool to provide what the public want with little regard for what might be right for anyone.
Meanwhile adults are made infants and encouraged to surrender autonomy, please, please, make a victim of me, cursed willingly by a disorder declared incurable, a past once dismissed now named unendurable.
Meanwhile child protection agencies are more interested in securing funds than actually protecting our little ones and have made a fetish of victimhood, doing no-one any good. They join the police despite having no training as if moral indignation were enough to ensure sense and proper recompense.
Meanwhile children starve as their parents lose benefits because they won’t take jobs that don’t exist, and landlords evict when the poor can’t pay for an extra room or downsize any time soon.
Meanwhile children lose hope because even they can see that our government is a joke and there’s little future for those born in the wrong postcode, no power left in a vote and our spiritual values have choked.
Meanwhile children grow bored in classes which ignore their dreams and thoughts, insisting on them listing names and dates of famous faces and places which none of them can hope to emulate or see. Stop playing and read this back to me.
Meanwhile children are effectively orphans because prices rise while wages grow poorer, rents and mortgages go up and energy bills inflate while benefits stagnate and mum and dad are at work late, every day takes them away until the real danger is that the stranger is your kin and there’s no parenting save for the idiot box that gibbers them into short attention spans and ambitions small as a grain of sand.
Meanwhile in a thousand real senses children are defenceless against a corruption that is bone deep in society and left untreated because we are over-heated by an obsession which only distracts us from the conditions that create this harm, the real problem not found in any one man, however much a star, but in the very way we are.
It sounds so much like what’s happening here in the US, Panda. It sucks big time. And no need for pleasantries, I hope you’re hanging in there okay.
As long as I’m angry I’m still kicking!
Hope you’re doing okay too Madame 🙂
hhhmmmm this post wreaks of despair… dear Panda, I pray you are doing better than the vibes emanating from this… I understand the world is going to hell in a hand basket, but there but be some ray of brightness glowing somewhere…..
ps you have been missed…
I’ve missed in return – and you have Spoken, so there is one ray of sunshine 🙂
well thank-you… you made me blush… 😳
Yup. That is society in a nutshell. And it’s just getting uglier.
Damn, Speaker7, you’re just agreeing! Then it truly is all fucked!
…off to buy Vodka…
Good choice. Sorry, I’m a pessimist.
Panda,
Your post made my day. (Oops. That was too pleasant). Pedophile! (There. That’s better.)
We shuffle our kids straight from school to prison here in the US. Kids don’t need to read to be jail fodder. Prisons are America’s fastest growing for-profit “industry”.
http://www.aclu.org/racial-justice/school-prison-pipeline
We’ve suspended the constitution here. No one seems to notice past the media spectacle.
Sigh.
Keep kicking and clicking.
Alice
PS I have a friend whose daughter got in trouble repeatedly for reading books at school when she was done with her school work and bored!
Ha! “No reading in class!” Yep, sounds about right.
Lovely to hear from you too (piss, bollocks).
We seem determined to exit the EU and drop the Human RIghts Act. I’m just trying to earn enough to leave!
🙂
Where will you go? Is UK leaving the EU?
Alice
We may leave – nothing is policy yet. I don’t know where I’d go – I have friends in Spain, France, Germany? I just want to be somewhere that cares for people more than money – while such places still exist!
RoS
A change of scenery may be in order. Easier for you than me as long as UK is EU. Alice
Pandamike, I was thinking about you today and here you are, posting! Sad, sad, sad material, but you have your rage on, which helps. Just wish you could use that energy for change, my furred friend.
Where, oh where would you go where this permanent disease of stoopid isn’t catching? If you find someplace immune, I and mine are joining you!
Hello my lovely 🙂
I’m gonna build a house on the moon! You will always be welcome
oh, oh, oh write me a poem about it, Mike. I’ll join you there. Which side–bright or dark? What a dilemma–shall we fry or freeze?
This world is ice unkind
I will build a house on the sun
Burn Bright
The world is scalding harsh
I will build a house on the moon
Cold Dark
Make me a home for life
Arm walls and window eyes
Warm Light
__
Alas I have neglected poetry
Weeks grown, groan weak
My words cannot sing
Barely speak
As always, your content saddens, but your writing awes and inspires.
You’re too kind – but don’t stop 😉
This post made me angrysad. Well said.
It put you where I am, so I guess that’s good… I think!
Thank you Fishy
You do indeed think. I think sometimes, too. 😉
Your voice is still there–just tired from all the crap you are trying to swim through.
The world sucks a mouthful. Mine is perfect now. God I have missed you!
What did you write about again?
Missed you too Way XX
It’s all there as you say…I’m trying with my mind to think of ways to perk you up. ‘Shit’ has happened since the dawn of time – although can’t quite believe it has stunk up our world so much as these days.
Hope your depression is not a ‘health’ thing! I even pray that it’s not!
I’m about to have a drink with my wife – I’ll start worrying again about the ‘crap’ tomorrow…join us
Hey BRay, great to see you.
I’m not depressed, just struggling with real stuff. Don’t worry, I’m too smart not to find a way through in the end 😉
I’ll have a glass of red, thanks… Cheers!
Beautiful view you have
I have missed you Panda. I know you will fight the good fight. Oh, and thanks for being one of my idols here on WP, for you helped me decide to let it rip on my blog. {{hugs}} Merby
I am delighted to think I helped – I guess I set the bar pretty high for vitriol didn’t I?!
Keep on ripping Merby… for it is good 🙂
Hey, Panda! Have been thinking about you and missed you lots. Keep on keepin’ on – lots of people around here wishing you the best. 🙂
Bless you Arty, I will 😀
Missed you and the Blends too.
Hmm 3 words – ‘Move to Australia’
then you won’t need to struggle with the real stuff.. you can just ignore it and be happy 🙂
Yoga or Pilates classes for you Mr. P.
Oh… did I say welcome back to the fold – you strangely …have been missed
😉
I’m the bad smell that reminds you of good times!
that you are my dear Mr. P (oh and don’t crack it I am about to accept another Award) chuckle-snort..
Yeah, that about covers it. I can honestly see the reality show you speak of showing up. Speaker has already covered one in which they, I swear I’m not making this up, put women into Barbie like boxes and let some moron choose his favorite. So choosing who to die doesn’t really seem that far off. I’m sure they’re just trying to figure out how to really get it juicy enough first. Maybe have the judge be a really hot woman.
On the plus side, we still have cookies.
Cookies and beer. How else could we survive!?!
This is a fantastic piece of writing and I concur with every word. How sad it all is. The search for meaning in it all leaves me quite exhausted. I’ll have a vodka please and here’s a hug for you () Fatw
Ooh, Fat-Hugs – me like 🙂
Thanks FW. For me meaning is a constant process or creation, from within not without. Hope you don’t get too tired with it all…
{{Hugs Back}}
“If we protected with the same zeal as we persecute, though perhaps without the disgusting vicarious glee, then we might prevent pain.
Stop playing and read this back to me.”
Came back to read what you wrote. These parts stuck in my mind. This matters to me.
I was to happy to care for a whole week.
Maybe the only thing to do is reblog… since I can’t choose what I like best or do any answer justice.
I’m really pissed Panda. I hate to have to say you are right and you can write bla bla bla.
*Slams door*
Grr – smug
I will write a follow up. I can tell from your other, longer response that this matters – I sense an unresolved hurt in you.
As a society we are too fixated on vengeance, where we need to be loving. A kinder world would not breed so much pain.
*opens window*
Reblogged this on waywardspirit and commented:
You can write goddamit!
Damn!
we’ve certainly moved on since we all woke up one morning and discovered we were giant insects!
Thank Kafka for that!
Panda, great information. Much of this, I wasnt aware of. You’ve opened my eyes.
Oh, by the way…I completely agree with Wayward…you can write, goddamnit!!!!
Thanks Shackled – So can you! Dagnabbit!!