The Ferryman

I watched the ferryman for a time on the quay, his boat quaint but a little shabby. His sign merely indicated its function but not the destination.

Curiosity can lead down too many wrong roads, but if you want to know the answer, at some point you have to ask the question. So I strolled casually to the ferryman, the question prepared.

‘Where does your ferry go to?’ I asked.

He scratched his chin and smiled back.

‘Where would you like to go?’

‘I don’t know, unless you tell me the possibilities.’

‘When you decide where you want to go, come back and I will take you there.’

‘Anywhere?’

‘It’s what I said.’

‘And how much would it cost?’

‘I don’t charge a fee. You decide where you want to go and what you think it’s worth; that’s what you pay me.’

‘But that doesn’t make sense, what if I don’t think it’s worth much?’

‘Then maybe you have to consider why you want to go there.’

I took a moment to think.

‘So I have to decide, where I want to go and how much it’s worth to me to get there?’

‘Exactly.’

Gift-Wrapped

Robert wiped his brow and took a large gulp of beer. He stared down at the hole he’d dug and the bulky package beside it, pleased with his work. ‘Of course,’ he said, dashing back to the car for the thing he’d forgotten.
Returning, he placed a large ribbon round the package and an enormous pink bow on top.
He was laughing as he manoeuvred the package into the hole and replaced the remaining soil.
He took another sip of beer.
‘She would be proud of that,’ he said, ‘perfectly gift-wrapped as she goes to hell.’

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The political landscape changed forever. The clowns can no longer be ignored. The British people have spoken and the politicians of the major parties must listen. The day where the politics of GBSD came to life.

UKIP stand’s for UK independence party but also equally works as GBSD, the Great British Self Delusion. When you read a manifesto from the UKIP, which if you have, good luck to you, because it’s more than most of the party, you get a real handle on the extent of the delusion. To be honest the manifesto is pretty much taken from the editorial highlights of the Daily Mail. Pick up this journal every day and you’ll get the picture.

The question of why the 2nd May is such a big day comes back to the message of GBSD. This is a lot more than a protest vote, GBSD offers much more than that. It is the belief that somewhere on earth there is a place where we are better than anyone else. That because on our Island we are clearly better by breed, as long as we keep everyone else away from the shores, then we will do very well thank you very much and the rest of the world can drown in its own vial un-English hell.

Why do we believe this shit? It’s not like the established parties don’t peddle the same hogwash every day, but because we have a fresh nob saying it who doesn’t have to dress it up in pretty pictures we suddenly believe it. Why do we suddenly believe one pompous arse can do better than the pompous arses that are already decorating our TV screens? The only advantage Farage has is that he readily admits his own ridiculousness. For this 25% of the folk who could be bothered to step out of the comfort of their own sheds this is a message worth listening to.The media essentially created GBSD as the alternative world of anti-everything. The place where everything you don’t like is taken away and you’re only left with whatever you like. GBSD is the party of perfection perception. The pretend world where reality is locked away in a Europe shaped box and the key thrown away.

GBSD works because reality is hard to manage. Dealing with the world as it is, recognising that decent people exist in all shades and languages, and that the bogeyman is far closer to home would break open the fallacy of GBSD.  But we don’t want to hear that. So GBSD sounds far better. Good luck to Farage for generating the GBSD debate. Perhaps only when reality breaks open the GBSD mould, we might start listening to politicians who deal with reality as reality and people as people.

We can hope that next time the 2nd May big day out occurs, it’s something to truly write about.