16 Jun 2017

And Then, The Blame Game...

I see the news channels have moved on from reporting the tragic high-rise fire in terms of it being a tragic high-rise fire and have moved on and are now turning their cameras onto anyone who’s happy to blame someone and anyone they feel is to blame. It also seems that the more shouty that person is the better it is. If it transpires they’re  a refugee as well, well, happy daze as that’s just the really sweet, thick icing on a diverse, multi-ingredient culinary enriched cake.

These folk are happy to blame the very people who let ‘em move over here and then gave them a roof over their heads. In Kensington in the capital no less. A capital with homeless ex servicemen.

This, of course, will play along nicely with those Jerry Carbine cultists who’re calling for a million march down the smoke - no pun intended. Oh, and they want to seize others homes to re-house the victims and, sadly, a lot of the young will believe this to be, like, a totally awesome idea. You know wot? Try using a dod of that foreign aid money right here where the foreigners are who need help right now.

You get the spooky feeling we could be on the brink of a really big ‘hearty’ party here?

Regarding the young, I do like this comment, on loan from I remember not were relating to young and old. As usual, sorry and thank you whayeman.


   "According to the 2011 census, 52.9 per cent of the over-65s have no formal qualifications at all. By contrast, 40.3 per cent of 25-34 year olds have a degree."
   Of course, back in those days, most if not all could do their sums, could spell, could boil an egg, didn't burst into tears when things didn't go their way and weren't that interested in meeja studies or crochet as a career choice.
   The truth is that it has been Education .... Educaytion .... Edukayshun!

And that, for reasons not yet fully understood, sent be back to a post from 2011 wherein I pasted a bit from JoNova and thought it worth a revisit as it seems ‘green initiatives’ could’ve played some part in the fire.

   "In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.” The cashier responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation didn’t care enough to save our environment.” He was right — our generation didn’t have The Green Thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soft drink bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Western Australia. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled fountain pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the tram or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one power point in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person. Remember: Don’t make old people mad.
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off."

Quote;  Doris Lessing.

“The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven't changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.”


Anonymous said...

Good post mate. And cigarette lighters were metal and lasted for years too. Ronson Varaflame for art deco cool.
"If your shit is plasic you're a spastic" probably won't fly these days but anyway there it is.

Mac said...

Don’t forget Zippo - I had one of those for ever.
"If your shit is plasic you're a spastic" That's terrible!! And reminded of a ‘joke’ from my early school days. Waaaay before the wrong sort o' thought could be a crime and saying the wrong thing could get you banged-up. Daze when it was just a bit of fun and treated as such without anyone going into fits of righteous indignation.
"What’s the happiest time of the day at a school for spastics? Assembly." How sad is that?
I’ll relax now and wait for my door to get kicked in. Followed by my head.

Anonymous said...

What turned Green
then black
then red?
Grenfell Tower

Mac said...

Oh dear. It doesn’t take long does it? One of the worst/best of this type was one I heard many years ago shortly after that terrible Concord crash. I was informed that the day of the crash was the day the French managed to killed more Germans than they had in two world wars.
Who told me this? A French fellow.