Tag: Apocalypse

  • The Crusaders

    The Crusaders

    Deus Vult

    There has to be a better way.

    Yet another humanitarian crisis as a greedy  narcissist chases money and a couple of “Christian” extremists seek Armageddon. 

    The brutal Dark Age Theocracy in Iran massacres its own people, but nobody seems too concerned.  Least of all the Zionist government in Israel, which continues the slaughter to maintain its  biblical dominion over land “god” gave the Jews.

    The only imperative is for peace and a cessation of violence. The only relevant issue is how to bring this about.

    Whose fault the current atrocities are is of little consequence beside the need to stop the killing for good. On all sides. The endless revenge and counter revenge, the tit for tat where even small children are taught to hate the perceived enemy. The truth is that we are our own enemy.

    There is no country, no society which can claim to be “good”. There are only degrees of “bad”. And the bad is not Satan, not some external imaginary monster. It is us. We are the monsters, big and small.

    Every aspect of our behaviour is competitive, itself a form of aggression. More money, land, food.  Gold, jewellery, real estate. Be better than the neighbours and if possible take what they have by commerce or it’s near relative, force.

    That is us, that is humanity and it’s time for real change. Time for each of us to reform his own personality and behaviour, to lead by example. To rein in temper and aggression, whether in our driving habits, our profession or business. To forget about the ego, self. To think of the common good instead.

    There will never be agreement on which god is best, which view is right, what is beautiful, what is ugly. And that doesn’t matter if we cease fighting about it.  10 billion people live on a planet owned and controlled by a small minority.  10 billion people are governed by a hierarchy, by an elite. True freedom and democracy doesn’t exist but at least we could improve it by ridding ourselves of hierarchy – both in terms of wealth and government.

    But those are longer term goals. What we need to do immediately is to stop the brutal slaughter and replace bombs with words. Replace ignorant hatred with understanding and compassion.

    Negotiate, even with the Theocracy. Bring them round, help them. Lift the sanctions making life so difficult for a mostly blameless people. Bring back diplomacy and reason.

    Above all, give kindness and hope. Do unto others.

  • Picture from the Post Apocalypse

    Picture from the Post Apocalypse

    Imagine yourself, if you will, in a world post the apocalypse to come.

    The Christians of the far right would be fine of course – they would have been raptured.  Quite why their selfish god wouldn’t choose to swoop up a few decent Jews, Hindus, Buddhists and Muslims is a question way above my pay grade, but there you go.

    Most of us would have met a grisly end – say 7.5 billion of us, leaving a mere few hundred thousand  scrabbling for survival under pre-historic conditions.

    Walking along a wind swept beach pounded by fierce waves you might come across remnants of man’s short lived supremacy on earth. The last rusting vestiges of our finest hours – a buoy, ripped from its bedding, its days of guiding maritime transport long gone. 20 feet high and rolling in the breakers; it’s lights gone out for good.

    And so for much of the world, presumably. Vines and weeds cracking the concrete of motorways and airports, ivy and rot slowly eating the tower blocks and even the most glamorous of human habitation. Animals taking back the wild; fierce dogs, rodents, the vast insect population – now unfettered by the species which had dominated the earth for a short few hundred years before it met its comeuppance.

    Without the rule of law, savagery would prevail.  The prisoners from the secure wings becoming the new warders of the sparse few left, free to inflict unbelievable barbarity and cruelty, as might became truly right.

    There never was a Noble Savage, just a savage, and now his time has come again – in the glory days of Western Capitalism, the beast devoted himself to destroying his brethren by commerce.  Freed of commerce, a more traditional violence returns. The smash and grab of late stage capitalism becomes more literal, as scarce resources are hunted down and horded by bully boy gangs, led by those who were former drug kings and modern warlords.

    In a play world of the imagination, a nihilist or nature lover might romanticize a landscape stripped of CCTV cameras, police sirens and politics.

    Imagine roaming a land free of all that, a vast vista returned to raw nature. Endless beauty, endless plants, animals and natural wonder.

    Realism would soon strike. Even in the absence of vicious human gangs, hyenas, wolves and predators would soon be back and it would simply be a continuation of survival of the “fittest”.

    So yes, an emptier world would be very attractive for all sorts of reasons. An end to overcrowding, plenty for all, no robbery of the earth’s resources.

    But whether of not we get the apocalypse we deserve, we need to move towards a better world, a fairer one. A better human race. Less greed, anger. Less Darwinism.

    Sometimes I almost think I can see the light. An American pen friend wrote some thoughts I found beautiful today.

    I can’t quite put my finger on it but what he wrote sounded so right. So familiar in some odd way. It made my hair stand on end, my skin gently ripple with a mild electric current. A sort of excitement filled me.

    That sort of inner evolution seems so tantalizingly possible. Easy to say from the peace of my quiet cottage by the sea. Less easy when we are faced with the pressures of daily life.

    Competition, aggression, greed – all of these things seem so far removed tonight. But outside the gates, the barbarians wait.  What kind of vast upheaval must we bring about to create an Eden? Is it even possible?

     

  • Game of Thrones 8

    Game of Thrones 8

    If you think it’s all about sex, dragons and slaughter you might just be wrong.  It’s also about apocalypse and that I find rather fascinating.

    I watched the whole of Series 8 in a few short days and remained gripped throughout. And not just because of a pretty girl and her pet dragons.

    It is bloody, gory and pointless slaughter all the way but perhaps that is the whole point. Perhaps that is what life, human and otherwise, has always been and perhaps that is why apocalypse is rather attractive.

    Attractive because it means it’s all over. The world has come to an end, everyone is dead or dying. And in a very strong sense that can come through as an enormous and cathartic release. The struggle is over. It is all finished, no one left to kill . The meteor which put paid to the dinosaurs has struck again and we are all wiped out.

    No more bills, tax collectors or trips to the Co-op. No more crushing dullness. Does the phoenix rise from the ashes? Do we want it to? And if it does will in usher in more of the same or some brave new world? Sadly, as likely as not, the former.  More violence, greed and struggle for existence.  More bills, more tax men and more entreprenooooors thrusting useless junk down consumerist throats.

    But that is why I find apocalypse attractive – at least in celluloid. Or is it now digitoid? It always seems a huge relief when the monsters take over, the aliens land. The immense, turgid, dull routine is swept away and as a member of a group of bedraggled survivors I can trudge off to some mountain hideaway and huddle up in a cave never to visit the Co-op again.  Never to have to see or see some fool politician’s face or that of Philip Green who did so well for BHS’s pensioners.

    Never to hear any bad news because there is no internet and no newspaper. And probably no news anyway.

    But of course the “Noble Savage” is merely a dream. There never was a time when the hunter gatherers went about their vegan way, nibbling nuts and glugging palm oil.  In peace and harmony.

    But watching those dragons breathing fiery death, just for a moment, you think it all might be different next time.