Tag: Vanity

  • Davos 2019

    Davos 2019


    I lived in Davos-Kosters for years and loved the WEF.

    For weeks before hand I savored that much loved ten days as I watched the well oiled preparations being made. Hundreds of riot police arrived, barbed wire gates and fences appeared. I was stopped every time I went near the entrance to the town by police asking me my business and demanding to see my papers, while waving a sub machine gun ominously in my direction.

    The locals love it! They make the very great majority of their income during the conference, as they gleefully raise their prices tenfold. And frankly, if you turn up at Samedan in a private jet what do you expect? A bargain break with breakfast thrown in?

    Audi used to convert a field near the lake on the outskirts of the town into an ice rink and people with more money than sense raced around the track in vast, powerful black limmos. Presumably it was worth Audi’s while?

    And did I attend all those fascinating “Key Note” addresses? Did I give one myself perhaps? Was I busy in conferences with the great and the good, the pompous and the windbags?

    Was I wringing my hands with beautiful actresses over the state of the world poor or the global ecosystem? Or whatever the latest cause espoused by the Luvvies happened to be?

    Did I ponder matters of deep finance with the Masters of the Universe, the hugely important bankers and finance ministers, the great economic gurus?

    Did I gasp with wonder and love at our National Treasures like David Attenborough?

    Wow! World leaders in my home town! The grandeur of it! The importance! The prestige!

    Did I marvel at “Strategic Oultlooks”? The prescience of these people! The Duke of Cambridge! Wo! That genius and media star.

    Did I attend Power Breakfasts and engage in Cocktail Networking?

    Odd to relate, no, I did none of these things. My sole interest was in the fact I had over 200 km of ski piste all to myself.

    The Great and the Good are, by and large, neither. I have no interest at all in what any of them have to say.

    But the skiing while they were busy pontificating (there was no room for ordinary tourists). Well that was pure heaven.

  • The Great and The Good are neither “Great” nor “Good”.

    The Great and The Good are neither “Great” nor “Good”.

    I have had three occasions recently, each of which gave me pause for thought about vanity, motive and human stupidity.

    One was a petty dispute at a “grand” London club. It was and is a power struggle. A thwacking of dicks and an exercise for giant egos. In that case it really doesn’t matter – let them have their foolish dispute. Keep out of it.  Sod ’em.

    The other, equally “grand”, was an evening service in a grand abbey attended by the “great and the good”. It was an old school “do”. I slipped in unnoticed, a mere grain of sand, invited to put bum on seat in the hope that I would contribute money.

    One of the speeches annoyed me considerably. We have become a society of individuals he said, whereas apparently we should be joined as one; willing and perhaps submissive members of society.

    Well I have news for that gentleman. My time at that noble school taught me to be an individual and I am glad of it. It taught me not to accept the slavish notion that all was for the greater good when patently it is not. Some are more equal than others, as George Orwell once wrote.

    Many politicians were once schoolboys there and I fear that the only aim of most of that breed is not the benefit of society but their own personal glory and power.
    So Mr Schoolmaster, I fear we have always been a society of individuals and always will be. It is simply a question of getting individuals to contribute to the common good rather than seeking their own.

    The other quite severe irritation was being asked to wear a poppy at a concert I sang in.  The annual pomp and circumstance at the Cenotaph always strikes me as absurd nonsense and a glorification of war, not a homage for the deaths of the millions who lost their lives in pursuit of orders from above.

    It is the Great and the Good who through millennia have sent the young to their deaths in endless pointless conflicts. They may not always have done so deliberately or without good reason. But quite often the motive has been clouded, dubious at best.

    I am very torn in my attitude to World War II. A vicious thug had to be stopped but somehow even there I wonder if mass slaughter was in fact inevitable. As for World War I, there really was no excuse.

    It is the participation of the military and the politicians which gives me great unease in such ceremonies. Last posts are played, parades are paraded, uniforms are in evidence everywhere. The very people who cause such deaths are perhaps trying to atone for the sins of their fore-bearers.

    Slaughter, cruelty, unspeakable abomination should never be forgotten. The picture of the concentration camps and the killing fields must remain in the very center of our vision as a reminder to prevent it happening again.

    But we need compassionate and wise leadership, not the same tired old types who have dominated human history, to make a difference.

    We need a re-think of capitalism, a better economic model. We need a rethink of politics it is all too often an arena dominated by those who…..surprise surprise….like to “dominate”.

    We need a re-boot , a rethink. A tabula rasa.

     

  • The Iconoclast of Iconoclasts

    The Iconoclast of Iconoclasts

    Psychologically related to nihilism and anarchy, the Iconoclast of Iconoclasts (“IoI”) seeks, for reasons not entirely clear (even to himself) to deflate puffballs and strip vanity rather than destroy religious artifacts or political monuments.

    The object of the once-removed iconoclast seems little short of that of the subversive. Human society is so patently absurd, foolish and unjust he seeks to belittle it, to ridicule greed, pomposity and vanity (and worse) wherever he encounters it.

    The fat face of the bloated and corrupt businessman on his ill gotten yacht in Monaco harbor, the bewigged and pompous judiciary, committee man – the fool who pontificates in endless useless and unproductive meetings.  Those who seek power over others, to dominate, to rule.  The two faced, deceitful politicians and self serving councilors.

    The run of the mill simple iconoclast becomes himself the target of the IoI since it is the very fury and futile, ignorant fervor of the basic iconoclast that the IoI loathes.

    The puritan’s arrogant and doctrinaire despoliation of the beauty of the pre-reformation churches, the hateful Taliban’s destruction of Buddhist effigies and almost anything else the thugs can get their hands on.

    Throughout history  bloated, pompous, arrogant and self serving individuals and regimes have declared that theirs is the “way” and everything not of their way must be obliterated.

    Nazi destruction of Judaism, Communist destruction of Christianity, Chinese reaction against Buddhists and Taoists.  Iconoclasts all who destroyed icons and statues yes but also the people who had built them.

    There is always a gang of conceited fools who know best and who deem it necessary to impose their warped and devious will on others.

    You see it everywhere and the IoI needs to be on careful guard lest even his purer form of iconoclasm becomes unreasonable and self regarding absurdity.  The IoI must not stoop to persecution.

    There is undoubtedly a sense of weariness which afflicts the Iconoclast of Iconoclasts. He has seen through too much, witnessed too much foolishness.  He has come to realize that eon after eon  the same human tragedy gets to be played out with grinding, remorseless repetition.

    The IoI is a cynic. He watches the bloated African dictator ruin a beautiful country, swindle its inhabitants and eat some of his subjects.  Who could forget Idi Amin, proud product of a training with the British army?  The IoI notes the comings and goings of endless tyrannies and tyrants throughout history and wryly smiles at the good intentions behind some religions, which all too soon become twisted by the greedy and the corrupt.

    He smiles at the memory of the awful 19th Century Robber Barons and notes their reappearance in the 21st Century as Tecno Barons bent still on domination, obscene wealth and power.

    Perhaps the Iconoclast of Iconoclasts is depressed? Perhaps his problems are purely physiological, related to the physical state of his own mind.  Perhaps he over estimates the banality and venality he seems to see in the world.

    Or perhaps human society really is little different to that of its lesser brethren.  Perhaps as a society we share the vanity and foolishness of the peacock, the viciousness of the jackal.

    The search for Utopia inevitably leads to death, cruelty and destruction it seems, so what is the way out? There is little point ruthlessly tearing down what we have only to replace it with something equally unjust, cruel and terrible.

    Personally? I’m with Iain M Banks (wherever he now is). I want to emigrate to the Culture.  I may be depressed but it is not without good reason methinks.