Even when you're old and cynical you
still get affected by things despite all the inner conflict and
conflicted denial you may feel. Most of our world here in the
relatively stable and affluent west is good and deserves
appreciation. It can't all be allowed to be polluted by the
politicians, corporate dogs, kill-joys and those in the know in the
media and the shadows. Kittens, puppies, sunny days, football
victories and breath taking views all should be celebrated, music,
light, life, babies and chocolate, music, nice motor cars and wine
and feeling light headed and wonderfully happy for no particular
reason. Enjoying the food or the TV you like without guilt or any
necessary explanation, liking what you like, loving who you love. I'm
actually enjoying bits of the Olympics, there's nothing at all wrong
with seeing people do well and vicariously sharing in and feasting on
that special moment that belongs to someone else but is on public
display. Pity the BBC can't quite strike a balance in their coverage
between hysteria and ordinary news reporting.
Revolution always begins first in
culture, in the radical act. Pussy Riot are a reminder of this.
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