What is different today compared to yesterday? Well, the new government rhetoric is dying down a bit as I expect the excitement is dying down and the reality of the task becomes clear. After all the speeches and promises of the last few days we had…
What is different today compared to yesterday? Well, the new government rhetoric is dying down a bit as I expect the excitement is dying down and the reality of the task becomes clear. After all the speeches and promises of the last few days we had a new minister on TV, and that new minister began the familiar pattern of dodging questions and refusing to talk specifics. This doesn't make him a bad man, or his party a bad party. What it does do is reveal that no matter how enthusiastic and positive a party may be, they are still constrained by reality. We have an expensive war on the doorstep, we have a broken society (which isn't a new thing) and we don't have enough money. Welcome to government, all you happy, smiley people, and welcome to reality.
Meanwhile the French are rioting in the streets again after a coalition of moderates managed to avoid a move to the extreme right, a Turkish football player is under investigation for making a fascist salute as part of his goal celebrations, and a German poll reveals that 20% of the population would like to see more white players in the team. Looks a bit like the whole of Europe is broken, not just Britain. Strangely, as Europe moves to the right, the UK has just moved to the left.
Those few superficial observations on politics. I looked into the world of the Grey Wolves and the Armenian genocide and decided not to delve deeper. I have enough anxiety without adding to it. To save you the trouble of looking into the links, I will summarise by saying that this is what some Turkish youths supposedly does in search of national identity (note I am not saying that this is more than a small minority, as I try not to exaggerate or stereotype). This is what the British do in search of their national identity, when they aren't drinking warm beer and chanting "Football's coming home." in an effort to make it come true. (I linked to an article about the song rather than the song itself, which I've always found a bit arrogant, particularly as it's now nearly sixty years since we have won a major trophy.)
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