Wednesday, November 27, 2013

No, Mr Prime Minister. No.

I was listening to NPR this morning and I heard a snippet about how David Cameron believed that the public was 'on his side' in his desire to renegotiate the British EU treaty, that he wanted to restrict immigrant flow from within the EU (and, of course, from without), and his usual xenophobic rhetoric.

Unsurprising? Definitely. However, this is more than just the usual conservative nonsense; this takes the ire of the press and populace away from the spying infrastructure, with its flimsy arguments for 'national security' and incessant dissemblance, and onto an issue that nationalists and racists everywhere can agree on: that immigrants are bad.

No matter who they are, what their credentials might be, what their economic situation is, immigrants are bad. Except, you know, when the majority of immigrants to the UK are students.

Besides, stopping the flow of migrants to the UK won't precisely help the UK's economic situation, especially with Cameron's rhetoric about renegotiating the entire treaty. The UK has a large enough outflow of citizens and migrants as it is (check the statistics), and besides, if you want to solve a problem that originates from a distant (or not so distant) place, the problem must be solved at its origin, not at its periphery. If you want to stem the tide of immigrants from Romania or Bulgaria, then you encourage them to grow economically and develop a home structure that can support vast swaths of skilled and unskilled workers.

Cameron has always struck me as a man whose sight oversteps his reach. Perhaps he's pandering to the right-wing Tories in his party, or perhaps he's trying to convince himself that his protectionist and overtly illogical bunk is, well, not bunk; or, maybe he just wants to think that Britain is still in a partnership with America that somehow extends its empire and affords it to stand on its own in the international system.

Whatever the case, I hope that most Britons are keen to his style of equivocation and realize just how much of an obdurate, narrow-sighted man he has made himself to be.

That's all for now,
Das Flüg

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Sunday, November 10, 2013

In response to someone asking me, "How was your weekend?"

My weekend was a maelstrom of emotions and incisions into the very nature and fabric of normality, through which I delved into the deepest regions of my being and tore out, with every bloody drop, the center of my heart and threw it upon the ground. It was for this reason that the incisions came to show, came to express the very being which wishes to exude itself from those incisions, deeper than the superficiality they bear. If I could redact it all, pull back the skin of them and expose the seeping ruins of my life upon the world, I wouldn't, for that would only end the long, arduous struggle that is the very essence of consciousness.

How was yours?
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Monday, November 4, 2013

The Taste of Green

While driving, I started thinking about how a blind person might understand a color. Obviously, there isn't a way to say "green is, uh, green!" So, instead, I thought of how a color might feel. Yeah, strange, I know, but strange thoughts make my days of unemployment less dull.

Red is the burn of your skin after being out in the sun for too long, or the uncomfortable thump of your heart after leaning too far back on your chair and nearly falling over.

Orange is the taste of an orange (original, right?), or the tingle of the first autumn breeze.

Yellow is the taste of a banana, or the feeling of springtime sun on a cool day.

Green is bare feet in the grass in the summer, or shade on a summer's day.

Blue is cool water running over your feet on the shore.

Violet is the smell of flowers at first blossom, or the taste of blueberries.

Brown is cool dirt beneath your feet.

I'm guessing black is what most blind people would experience normally. Or maybe they're like Daredevil and have some odd sense of echolocation? Now that would be cool. Blind people, if you're reading this, please tell me. And maybe dress up in a red leather suit and fight crime.
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