Our Betters Assemble
Or, When Your Colossal Sense Of Entitlement Doesn’t Quite Pay Off.
1. A gathering of radical minds.
It’s a “people’s assembly,” you see; but with very few people. Apparently, it’s hard to do radical ecomentalism, denouncing modern life and the use of fossil fuels, when it’s cold and you have no heating.
2. A slight delay.
One of the gathered titans suggests the formation of “a learning circle on decolonising Extinction Rebellion and our minds.” To pull in the punters, no doubt.
3. Alas, the situation has not improved.
Perhaps the protestors’ appeal has become, as they say, more selective. Also, spare a thought for the local residents, the ones having their minds decolonised, whether they like it or not, thanks to the combination of amplifiers and dogmatic morony.
Via Holborn.
One person commented that people working in the sector are “nowhere near as open as they pretend to be, there is a lot of hiding and backstabbing”.
Oh, what a tangled web, eh? This is the thing with repression of virtually any kind. The conflicts build up under the surface and over time pressure starts to form cracks. Then at some point, earlier better than later if lucky, an outside force, a loose cannon if you will, will give it sometimes even the slightest kick, and the whole thing explodes. Granted, sometimes it takes a generation or two but the Gods of the Copybook Headings have time on their side. Tik-toc China.
Not news for those of us who have paid attention.
As I said in this lengthy thread over at Franklin’s Artblog,
For readers with an interest in such things, there’s plenty to chew on over there.
Trumpington Road? Really?