glooming over politics
Sep. 5th, 2012 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensThe Cabinet shuffle is not encouraging. While I am all in favour of Lansley no longer being Health Secretary, I'm not sure that Jeremy Hunt is going to be much of an improvement, if at all.
I suppose all I can do at the moment is get on with my job day by day.
Still depressing, though.
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Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
-- GK Chesterton
I suppose all I can do at the moment is get on with my job day by day.
Still depressing, though.
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Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.
-- GK Chesterton
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Date: 2012-09-05 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 08:45 am (UTC)(Not that I'm remotely Conservative myself here, but I've had issues with the suggested candidates from the parties who I'm more sympathetic to.)
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Date: 2012-09-05 10:32 am (UTC)On the other hand, if the Party of Registration goes trotting along being extreme, then the Other Party will tend to let loose the lunatics as well, on the grounds that they have to be only slightly less lunatic to make the middle centrists hold their noses and vote for them, or that it doesn't matter and they just need to get in on a bad economic cycle of "vote the bums out."
Also, it takes paperwork to remain Independent each year. Feh.
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Date: 2012-09-05 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 11:40 pm (UTC)