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Six am... shit... Here I am, six in the morning on a Sunday. The taste of the speed is still in my mouth, harsh chemicals, evil drugs. The vodka's still here, but the bag is empty. What was I thinking? Watching that film never gives me anything but this. Waking up at hours no reasonable human would ever keep, lost in my own room, bottles strewn about like the Light Brigade, shattered and destroyed before the onslaught of the cannon of my appetite.
I never learn. I never will. Self destruction is still the order of the day. I blame that bastard Nixon, and all who came after him. I was born in the era of Thatcher and Reagan, the world bestridden by colossi, great evil colossi... Bound as a child what choice did I have? Not for me the bright optimistic hopes of 1997, no... Even as a child then I knew that it was an experiment doomed to failure. The media hype was all, the reality was never going to match up with the hopes and dreams of all who had suffered. Eighteen years of the Tories, and people were desperate for anything else, the smug grin of Blair had seemed genuine. Before the war, before the scandals, before the ongoing destruction of the human soul that was New Labour's purpose. I still remember that May afternoon, twelve years ago... "Don't Vote Labour..." My campaign failed.
And now, twelve years later we see the truth, the last flings of the discredited regime as it tries to pull its head out of the sand and blink itself into an understanding of the light of day. The only consolation: at least the Tories got caught in the expenses scandal. If Abu Hamza stood at the next election I'd be tempted to vote for him... At least he's honest. Honest and insane beats false and insane any day. He wouldn't last a week and perhaps we'd finally have the sense to destroy the whole goddamned institution of parliament. I come from a town where we celebrate the fall of the Fawkes plot with fire and flame... But the time is coming to take that ardent blaze to London, and fulfill the plot.
The US has Obama, an attractive, youngish looking man, steeped in ideals and symbolic notions of hope and change, but how far can change go? The system is the same as it ever was. When McGovern lost in '72 there was no fundamental difference from when that fat bastard, I can't even remember his name, lost in '08. McCain, home fries, the Chip Man. Everyone knew the Chip Man was history before he started. Same as Major eleven years before. A two-party system will always end like that. After a long enough period of hating one, we have no choice but to choose the other, and yet we blame them when they turn out the same or worse. They're politicians. It's a job. You wouldn't have the same attitude to plumbers. Of course they're in it for themselves, Jesus, maybe the occasional good apple looks tasty on top of the barrel of malos malorum, but rots spreads. And a good apple will turn overnight if left in a vat of corpulence.
So this is the sum of human progress, democracy: an alternating tyranny of promisers, who line their beds and decry the past, eternally grateful that in the great cycle they at least got their chance to ride rather than just pedal.
I never learn. I never will. Self destruction is still the order of the day. I blame that bastard Nixon, and all who came after him. I was born in the era of Thatcher and Reagan, the world bestridden by colossi, great evil colossi... Bound as a child what choice did I have? Not for me the bright optimistic hopes of 1997, no... Even as a child then I knew that it was an experiment doomed to failure. The media hype was all, the reality was never going to match up with the hopes and dreams of all who had suffered. Eighteen years of the Tories, and people were desperate for anything else, the smug grin of Blair had seemed genuine. Before the war, before the scandals, before the ongoing destruction of the human soul that was New Labour's purpose. I still remember that May afternoon, twelve years ago... "Don't Vote Labour..." My campaign failed.
And now, twelve years later we see the truth, the last flings of the discredited regime as it tries to pull its head out of the sand and blink itself into an understanding of the light of day. The only consolation: at least the Tories got caught in the expenses scandal. If Abu Hamza stood at the next election I'd be tempted to vote for him... At least he's honest. Honest and insane beats false and insane any day. He wouldn't last a week and perhaps we'd finally have the sense to destroy the whole goddamned institution of parliament. I come from a town where we celebrate the fall of the Fawkes plot with fire and flame... But the time is coming to take that ardent blaze to London, and fulfill the plot.
The US has Obama, an attractive, youngish looking man, steeped in ideals and symbolic notions of hope and change, but how far can change go? The system is the same as it ever was. When McGovern lost in '72 there was no fundamental difference from when that fat bastard, I can't even remember his name, lost in '08. McCain, home fries, the Chip Man. Everyone knew the Chip Man was history before he started. Same as Major eleven years before. A two-party system will always end like that. After a long enough period of hating one, we have no choice but to choose the other, and yet we blame them when they turn out the same or worse. They're politicians. It's a job. You wouldn't have the same attitude to plumbers. Of course they're in it for themselves, Jesus, maybe the occasional good apple looks tasty on top of the barrel of malos malorum, but rots spreads. And a good apple will turn overnight if left in a vat of corpulence.
So this is the sum of human progress, democracy: an alternating tyranny of promisers, who line their beds and decry the past, eternally grateful that in the great cycle they at least got their chance to ride rather than just pedal.