Its been a while since I blogged. Probably it's a lot to do with the traumatic news that has been relayed almost daily on the news media. So much that you could write, but so much that you dare not.
It's all doom and gloom with a flurry of dreadful things happening in the UK. We appear to be plagued by the jihadists, the fascists, the neo-fascists, the child murderers, and a lot of others who are equally bad. We can't string them up, and therefore seem to be firmly rooted in a moment in time where we have to simply accept that they are all a blight on our society. I emphasise 'all' as it's not just about the extremists, but is rather about an awful lot of unsavoury people.
No one has to live in the U.K. as unlike other darker regimes, there is freedom of movement and ease of migration. So if you don't like true democracy, free health care, free social support, money for labour (with a set minimum wage to prevent exploitation), free and sound education of your younger siblings and offspring, freedom of expression, freedom of dress code, legal support, fair justice systems, good housing stock, good public transport, access to financial support, freedom to practice a religion of your choice, a relatively safe environment (when the sick, and cowardly aren't butchering small children and unarmed soldiers who are alone) then buy a ticket and migrate elsewhere. It's your choice, not mine, not theirs, not his, not hers, but yours.
So with all of that in mind, what pops up but none other than Jack a blinking well needed breathe of fresh air Carroll. I giggled while in the bath yesterday thinking of his Britain's Got Talent Semi-Final appearance, and giggled again in the car on the several hour drive to our Capital City. One of my daughters didn't know who I was talking about and we YouTubed his performance at midnight and yep folks; I giggled again.
In no particular order, and with no apology for any errors, my giggles stem from amongst other things;
I'm a professional gymnast
Don't let him press the big red button
The other one is the leader of North Korea
Don't take it seriously, it's only a joke
If you dial the number, you don't get to speak to me
I thought that I would cut out the middle man
That wasn't my cup of tea
What do you think you are? A comedian?
I thought that I would do opera
Please don't vote for me because I wear glasses
Ha bloody ha ha. Jack Carroll funny guy. Go on: give him £250,000 an audience with the Queen and a blinking MBE as soon as is possible. Here is a chap who isn't just coping with his problems, not just trying to lead a normal life, but is now leading an extraordinary life. How many comedians have you watched and can remember their act days later?
Jack Carroll is an inspiration to us all. And to all of the troubled people out there, who think the world is against them, and who feel that they have to resort to nastiness, aggressive oratory, and aggression towards and then the butchering of the innocent. Stop and think; you ain't got it that bad at all. So take two growing up pills or buy a ticket and migrate. Oh, and if you butchered a young girl in Machynlleth, then face up to the horrors and admit that there is no body to dispose of as you incinerated it in your lounge.
Gosh, it's the first time in a long time that I wanted a tree and a piece of rope, to use on someone else. Would that be anger, revenge, or justice? Or would it be a natural outcome of a society deciding to fight back and thereby retrieve its ascendancy, rather than bending to the will of the diseased. I chose the last word in that sentence carefully.
In stark contrast we are graced with the presence of Jack Carroll; a person that is striving to put the 'great' back into 'Great Britain'. Now where was I? Oh I know, "The other one is the leader of North Korea", ha bloody ha ha.
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