In 1956 we had a sound grasp of Middle East politics. Send in the Israelis, then invade the whole shebang with the French in a policing action and steal the oil. We’d left an 80,000 strong army over there since WW2 on the off-chance.
There was something more honest about this depravity than current aspersions about spreading democracy. The Apaches were inevitable. What we seem short of is any public dialogue about what we are up to and how we can afford this, but not 20,000 needed police officers.
Our politics and media deserted the price of fish long ago. It was ‘news’ yesterday that Americans can’t understand Cheryl Cole. Human communication is mostly noise – it’s my belief we need a control theory algorithm to understand anything in it. The situation in world affairs seems reported a bit like a joke with no punchline – the beer in here reminds me of making love in the bottom of a punt – which only makes sense when you add ‘fucking close to water’. Afghanistan, Iraq and the Arab Spring make as little sense as yet.
Science’s grasp of what it is to be human, is that we are social animals and our thinking is predominantly unconscious, a bit like a blender whirring away with its lid off. When people lack emotion, they don’t become like the Vulcan Spock, but psychopathic. Perhaps this helps explain how we come to such ‘rational’ decisions to send in Apache engines of death to bring democracy and such general madness such as ‘foreign policy’? The argument I envisage would take several books I can’t be bothered to write, which in turn would be written in a conscious form lacking the very stuff with which we’d need to engage to learn to change anything. By then the Apaches will have done their work.
I don’t doubt we should send in the Apaches. But I don’t doubt the unholy mess that requires this either. What I find untenable is that we seem to accept and play our lives in such crap politics. Our public-conscious form is almost entirely disgusting to me. I might well care for Cheryl Cole the person, but cannot abide what the image does to me. I can barely ‘see’ our politicians and media personages as people at all. I ‘hear’ no public argument at all, witnessing just a drossed-out noise and a smell of air-freshener acting like that stuff that is supposed to direct my buying and drives me out of shops.
The Macht-Politik is a form of chimpanzee politics with words. When Hollywood produces the definitive history of Apache success, Cheryl will be doing the flying. Libya will be free of Gaddafis and oil bought through their successors at the right price. Quite how free Libyans will be from the bread line will matter as little as now.
There is no news of any sustainable, human world that might justify our Apaches. Just Dave, playing at being Bliar. who played at being Thatcher in drag, who played Churchill in drag, who was half-American and played such an important role in ensuring world wars only the United States could win, long before the CIA could plot its sleepers into Number Ten … in the absence of facts my mind wanders to conspiracy. So why are the Americans letting us share Libya’s oil with France after all this time! Perhaps they hope the cheese-eating surrender monkeys will turn on us and they can turn up, late as usual, to pick up the spoils and technology to save the dollar! Pan to Cheryl’s face and it’s a wrap …
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