Every writer has by their bedside a notebook and pen(cil), thoughts have no respect for the need for sleep, neither do they arrive politely, they barge in and demand to be noted...I give you three of mine.
THAT OTHER GROUP
Terry Pratchett maintained that there was always a
group of self-proclaimed worthies that if they find themselves in an isolated
and remote location would discover a big red button in a cave with the
following notice firmly nailed above it.
“DO NOT TOUCH, I MEAN YOU REALLY MUST NOT TOUCH, POKE, PROD, AND IN
PARTICULAR, PUSH THIS BIG RED BUTTON.
THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS NOTICE, IF YOU PUSH THIS BUTTON THE WORLD WILL
END.” Of course a member of the group
will indeed push the button, just to see a) What will happen and b) what the
end of the world looks like.
There is of course that other group, and like the first they
are self-proclaimed worthies, (they’ve got votes to prove it) who will
studiously read the notice then go and find themselves a couple of dozen sheets
of official looking paper and write the following: “Dear
Whoever-you-are-so-long-as-you-are-someone-important, If you do not think as I do, follow the same
beliefs as I do, run your country as I do mine, then I shall push this big red
button I have just found and end the world…. AND YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!"
COMMUNISM
Communism works quite well in countries and/or societies
that have no idea that what they practice is indeed communism. The man that lives in a Communist country
that had deliberately set up that type of regime is a sad and terrified fellow
indeed. Comrade Smithsky lays abed at
night, the covers pulled up to his chin waiting for the tramp, tramp, tramp of
the jack boots coming up his garden path, it’s the Comrade Copskis come to
arrest him for not sharing out his
peanut butter sandwich with the rest of the Comrade Villagers at lunch
time. He’ll be hauled off to a salt
mine, where it is hoped, whilst he is shovelling salt from one pile to
another pile, he will have the rest of his life to reflect on what a bad
Comrade Citizen he is. He won’t of
course, he will dream that if he had had any sense he would have stock piled
his peanut butter sandwiches and used them to buy his way out of this Camaraderie
and escape to a country that didn’t need quite so much salt in their meals.
SAVE THE WHALE!
How?!! Half the
world is hunting it, and the other half is polluting and poisoning its home.
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