A Distasteful Affair

I have come to despise ‘The Guardian’ as being just another biased source of tainted news along with all other written media of the group that has become to be derisively known as Main Stream Media or MSM.  Not to be trusted as genuine, factual or even rational.  And yet, in the disgusting world of social dung heaps, it is still possible on the sunniest days, to find the occasional blooming rose.  I found such a flower today, and present for you the opportunity to try to sift any gentle fragrance it may have (or at least the beauty of its truth) from the overpowering and cloying putrescence of its surroundings. 

Britain – “This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea” – this poetic land in which I grew up, was educated, worked, played, loved, fornicated, matured (some), even served to protect (from what was never clear), and eventually – as realisation dawned – came to the conclusion that all was not as it seemed or was painted to be. But just another criminal organisation with an acceptably social facade, a thin veneer, that covered its dark doings to protect some disfigured, devouring, all-consuming monster at its heart with an elitist cohort of murderous and fanatical worshippers of the beast.

That could also describe a number of other nations – perhaps all (although I have no persuadable knowledge of such things), but chiefly (and perhaps on which is based most other such national bestiaries) it well describes the Britain which became an empire, then a failed empire – its role overtaken in bigger and better bestial best practice by some other national entity – and now a simmering but still dangerous corpuscular miasma of what it once was, awaiting its final death blow – as befits all imperial beasts.  

To what does all of this long introduction refer?  It refers to this ‘Long Read’ article from the Guardian – which, as such, is deserving of a long introduction.  May you fare well on your journey through it.  

I readily admit that I have not read it entirely.  Just sufficient to gain an intimation that it speaks of things that need to be known – and of which I was already convinced.  I see no reason to burden my inner peace more than is necessary to absorb all the gory detail.  You may feel the same way.  A point is reached where understanding becomes sufficient to enable an assumption of  the rest.

What do we do about it?  That is not for me to say.  I already made my decision some 40 years ago.  Unfortunately, the anti-establishment Australia I thought I was joining has turned out to be just another ‘Little Britain’.  Now becoming more obvious than at any other time in the past.  I should have taken more notice of the ‘Whitlam’ affair.

Anyway, whether you read it now or at some more comfortable time, here is the story… 

“The secret deportations: how Britain betrayed the Chinese men who served the country in the war” – The Guardian – May 25, 2021

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