This is all the wondrous life that is being destroyed by climate change, big business and corrupt politicians.
Today I’m so angry at the blatant Tory propaganda machine and its strangling of democracy via control of the press and BBC that I wanted something that reflected that.
I wanted something overtly political.
I thought about Gang of Four, then Buffy St Marie. I thought of Billy Bragg but I’ve already had him (as well as Stiff Little Fingers). I’ve had Dylan and Bob Marley and Roy Harper. I’ve had Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie.
So today I’m going for Phil Ochs. I need a big slice of his anger and political idealism!!
Here’s to you Phil!! Your music lives on!! Your sentiments are even more important now!!
Where are the new generation of angry poet rebels??
It shouldn’t need saying
Because it’s plain to see
We’re living in a sham
The press is run
By the Tory Grandees
And they’ve loaded
The board of the BBC.
Forget your thoughts
The news is just
The only thing we receive
Is Tory policy.
It’s created a land of
Opher – 28.5.2020
Still fuming over the blatant control of the media by the Tories. It’s a propaganda machine that works so well for them. Any opposition is met with a flood of lies.
It’s becoming a one-party state.
The BBC (Now the TBC)
Once there was an unbiased news
That was valued across the world
Impartial and challenging
Always with truth unfurled.
Regardless of tyrant or dictator
It reported the facts
And laid them out bare
For the world to react.
In Britain we valued its honesty.
It once stood up to authority.
But now skulks around behind diplomacy.
With government supremacy.
Now loaded with government stooges;
Its presenters live in fear!
Disagree with government policy
And you’ll be out on your ear!
It is evident now,
And so plain to see,
There is clear bias
On the BBC.
The BBC is now a vehicle
Of Tory policy
It makes you fear
Opher – 28.5.2020
The Tories do not like having their policies questioned. They do not want their policies scrutinised or challenged.
They want the BBC to be their transmitter of government policy with only a veneer of judgement.
To that end they have loaded the board with Tories. These political masters now dictate policy and preside with an iron fist. Step out of line and you’re sacked!!
So yesterday they supported Laura Kunnesberg tweeted support for Dominic Cummings without retribution while Emily Maitlis was sacked from Newsnight for daring to challenge the government line (a line which is clearly ludicrous).
Emily was made a scapegoat – a warning to other presenters to toe the line or lose their jobs.
Seemingly it is fine to blatantly savage the likes of Jeremy Corbyn with lies but not challenge Tory ministers.
How can we have a democracy when we have such blatant bias?
What we now have with the BBC is that pumps out Tory propaganda.
The BBC used to be a bastion of unbiased news. It has been loaded with Tory stooges and become a purveyor of government policy.
Ministers are no longer allowed to be questioned or government policy scrutinised.
The replacement of Emily Maitliss is a travesty.
I fear for democracy when such blatant bias is revealed. We are being manipulated by propaganda. The BBC has become an instrument of government and is a farce.
In the back garden. We were very fortunate to stay with Pete and Trudy who took us out camping in the outback to places we could only dream about.
This is Ermintrude the spider who hung out in this enormous web outside where we were staying. At night we had to walk down the path to our shack with a broomstick to sweep in front of us. The golden orb spiders were pretty quick at building webs and if you weren’t careful you’d get a facefull of spider.
I like bark.
Up in the Barringtons.
The leech that latched on to Pete’s foot!
Being a zoologist who just loves animals having the opportunity to go to Australia was paradise. I was able to see a whole range of Australian animals before the politicians in cahoots with big business kills them all off.
I saw some spectacular wildlife. A big thank you to Pete and Trudy who made that possible. I’m forever in your debt!
Give me a drug to keep me young
Cos I don’t like being old!
Give me a drug to keep me warm
Cos I don’t like being cold!
Give me a drug to keep me fit
So I can go out and play!
Give me a drug to make me happy
To keep the blues away!
With the new biochem
We can optimise your lives.
Drugs can do anything
Even make you wise!
So give the world leaders
Drugs to make them care!
Instead of war let’s have
Peace breaking out everywhere!
Opher – 27.5.2020
This is beginning to get tedious. Two thousand and four new cases in the UK today. That does not sound very many spread over the whole of the UK. I wonder how many are skulking in my area?
Of course, one has to remember that firstly these are only the reported cases, the real number might be a lot higher, and secondly that there is up to two weeks gestation period – so an unknown number of people may be asymptomatic and spreading it.
Even so, I am wondering if the risk isn’t small enough to warrant meeting up with family and grandchildren and friends – at least outside??
It would seem to me that it is the loonies who are meeting up in big groups who are the ones most at risk – but then there is rarely any justice, is there?
Meanwhile the States is chugging along at 16,700 new cases with States opening up. Are they heading for a big second wave in a week or two? There seem to be a lot of people disregarding all precautions and social distancing.
Cummings, who has made a lot of enemies, including half the British population who despise his lies over Brexit, is still hanging on despite his ludicrous, risible justification for his illegal flaunting of the regulations he brought in. He needs to resign. On the other hand he is clearly demonstrating the arrogance of the Tories, their elitism and the way they take the electorate for fools – perhaps it will wake a lot of people up?
Certainly the ineptitude and complacency is apparent for all to see! Hang in there Dominic. You’re doing a great job of showing the Tories up for the privileged arrogant twerps they really are.
“Should have gone to Barnard Castle instead of Specsavers.”
“Apparently Dominic Cummings is a very slow driver. He drove 260 miles and it took the contagious.”
Hearing rumours that Dominic Cummings only travelled to see family in Durham because he’d been rejected by his family in Oxford and Cambridge
I’m not allowed to see my mum so I’m going to visit Dominic Cummings parents in Durham instead.
Apparently that’s fine.
Dominic Cummings blags his way on to a lifeboat ‘I have a child.’
The jokes go on – but behind them is real loathing of the arrogant creep and his hypocrisy and lying. I wrote to my MP on the basis that if they get enough mail they have to take action!!
The real reason why he can’t be sacked is that Johnson is too lazy to do the work himself – without Cummings he’d sink.
So anyway, I cheered myself up today by playing the Fugs – Wide Wide River. It seemed appropriate.
It was a great day so I walked up to the top of my hill as my daily exercise. This Spring goes on and on giving warmth and sunshine.
Then I edited another chapter of the Roy Harper book. All going well.
Hopefully I have sorted out the problems on my two new Sci-fi novels – Green and Star. We’ll see. They should be available soon!!
Thus endeth another day! Stay Safe everyone.
This is one of Roy’s most beautiful love songs. A song about a youthful romance, making love in among the sand dunes on the beach at Lytham St Anne’s where he was growing up. It takes me straight back to the days of my own youth.
It has a haunting melody and is sung with such tenderness.
I remember him recording this in Abbey Road Studios. He was having great trouble with the harmonica. It kept going out of tune. He was getting very frustrated. They could not find a replacement in the right key anywhere in the entire studios. It was late at night so nowhere was open to purchase one. They tried soaking it in water.
Eventually they managed to get it to last for the duration of the song.
The relief was apparent. I remember Roy smashing the harmonica in the jamb of the heavy studio door.
I had taken this annoying American girl who was staying with us along with me and she dutifully picked up the mangled harmonica. I had it lying around the house for ages! Somehow it got lost down the years!
Aaaah – the memories!
The bumble bees stumble
The butterflies tumble
The birds on the water-line stare
The heavens have crowned her
The star grass grows round her
Her dreams fill the very still air
Just east of the sun
Where our loving was done
I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning
I can still taste the salt in her hair
I thought I needed so beautiful memories to buoy me up in lockdown today!