In Out and Shake It All About — More Eeyore than EU

In the UK we are in unprecedented territory, as they keep telling us.

The log jam of all log jams of Parliament is crippling us all in real time. Stagnation is the unrepeated word. Futility is rampant. Sense has disappeared. The perfect division of a nation having taken decades perfecting is upon us. Shouting matches between each camp with Leavers, Remainers and that utterly ignored camp — those that Abstained.

If truth be told full square and central the vote was not a definitive LEAVE from the British people it was in approximate percentages thus:

Remain: 16,141,000
Leave : 17,410,000
Abstain: 13,000,000

That so many abstained, which includes a minute 25K of spoiled or blank votes, usually a sign of defiance, makes the colour of the so called victory a very knife edged nuance. Not the absolute will of the British people. A fact we have been bludgeoned to believe is.

Filled with so many lies, obfuscations and slants to defame any opposition to the reality that this whole exercise was enabled to create chaos followed by even more draconian lock downs, illustrates the precise way the deep state/elite works to control a nation. The shining light in all this, by way of Labour’s desire to focus people on the travesty of austerity, poverty of the masses, inequality driven stake like into the heart of the nation has been the adamant and attempted crucifixion of sanity by slander, mendacity and outright hatred of the greater good and needs of the people.

Winnie the Pooh has been an iconic fable and children’s tale replete with idealistic representation of a country wrapped in its very own security blanket, served as countryside English romanticism. Yet within it we have Eeyore, the ass of the fable utter educational insights well worthy of reminder.

On people:

“No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake, and they don’t think.”

Hysterical, repetitive rubbish repeated often enough creates in those of unused intelligence mantras supporting their own rubbish rhetoric. The country has been moulded into both large and small groups of dimwits, who if furnished a decent education, support and encouragement could well have added to their CVs a large dose of critical thinking. However as we are all aware an educated, intelligent, self thinking population is the very enemy of State control necessary in maintaining compliance actively and vibrant.

Eeyore, even in his debased state of being recognises motive and action.

“How did you fall in, Eeyore?” asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet’s handkerchief.
“I didn’t,” said Eeyore.
“But how–”
“I was BOUNCED,” said Eeyore.
“Oo,” said Roo excitedly, “did somebody push you?”
“Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river–thinking, if any of you know what that means–when I received a loud BOUNCE.”
“Oh, Eeyore!” said everybody.
“Are you sure you didn’t slip?” asked Rabbit wisely.
“Of course I slipped. If you’re standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think I did?”

We have all been bounced into this predicament by a vile, wily and scurrilous group of schemers whose self interests are as huge as their egos. Care for the majority zero and the whitewashing of compassion with warm words their decades old signature trade. The poverty of it is most people have bought it hook, line and sinker. That British phlegm and stiff upper lip has turned to bite us on the butt. We have shown the world what a sorry bunch of has- beens we ever were. Empire exposed for its mendacious, self serving rapaciousness of rape, pillage and imposition of servitude, dressed neatly as educating, uplifting the native from primitive life. What turns out to be primitive are their methods and actions. This empire never died, it merely transmuted itself into the hydra of dissonance we all are blasted and spout.

“I didn’t bounce, I coughed,” said Tigger crossly.
“Bouncy or coffy, it’s all the same at the bottom of the river.”

As we head all and sundry to the bottom, the main lifeboat is attacked from every side with the fear and warning it is a depth charge waiting to explode and sink us all. Such arrant denial of our dire predicament is as huge a lie as the porkies spun us throughout the campaign for Brexit. With a country so divided and the abstention voice silenced from the get go, people imagine we all had a choice. We did but not the one we thought we had. It was choice as revolver to the head — to pull the trigger ourselves or have it pulled for us.

In his self effacing way of self reflection Eeyore identifies traits etched as truth:

Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
“As I thought,” he said. “No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.”
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. …I’m not complaining, but there it is.”

That the good people of this country do not complain is a serious flaw in our collective mindset. Our cousins across the Channel (we were inseminated by the Conqueror’s hordes) know a pretty revolution when they create one. We would be wise to learn their flair for revolt as it is more and more obvious this is what is needed. The old sore that “We are British and don’t do it that way” is the poorest of poor indoctrinations we have seared into our furrowed minds.

“They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.”

The sadness is that this ‘accident’ is entirely of our own making yet most are clueless as to this truth. So easy, far better to follow our leaders’ example and blame someone else, some other circumstance we had little or no say in. Such crass ignorance and denial deserves the full force of consequences we have ourselves taken us into, with no mercy, so we can learn from the pain and suffering we have drawn to ourselves.

Suffering is life’s gift to each and everyone of us. While we do not learn and embrace this reality we just suffer ever more.

As Eeyore so effectively says and so poignant to us English who have created a god of it….

“Don’t blame me if it rains.”