The Secret London

I have lived here now for over six months, and I have to finally confess, that I have deeply and irrevocably fallen in love with London. Not the London everybody else talks about, the red bus, the wax museum(which I have yet to visit), the celebrity clubs, the Broadway shows. These are indeed part of what makes London unique and vibrant, but the London that I love, lives in secret.

The London that I love has to be smelled and tasted and experienced to be understood. It lives in the street markets, with the different ethnic foods on sale, Turkish, and Mexican and Chinese. It lives in the multi-cultural, multi-ethnic, multi-lingual people, in the little French man who sells you freshly baked bread from a cart, and the Korean lady who sells you sunglasses for five pounds. It lives in the history of the city, from the Globe, to every second building you pass by that you know has been there for a hundred years, to the bridges across the Thames each with a different story and a different name.

But most of all, it lives in the bounce that it lends to my step, every time I think about the fact that I, that little nobody from nowhere and nothing, that I live here now. That everyday, I get to go out and discover a new reason to call London a true love of mine.

The President of We-are-so-badly-fucked.

Let's talk about the new to-be President of India. Much is being said and written about the fact that she is a woman, but the real issues have been swept aside, not only by her supporters, but her detractors as well.

She is a nobody, with minor qualifications, she has never been elected to a position, only appointed, and as has been revealed by the Indian media, and the BJP in the last few days, she has more skeletons in her closet than any person in politics ought to. And of course, she claims to be able to communicate with a dead guru.

My biggest problem is that she is an avid Congress supporter. She has been in the Gandhi family's pocket for well over four decades. The post of the President is not meant to be partisan. While mostly ceremonial, the post of the President in a country like India also carries a lot of power, not the least of which is calling an emergency, and having complete and total constituitional power during that time. Have we also forgotten that the President must sign any new bill into law, and can veto the same? How can we trust a President who has obvious party affiliations to be impartial and subject only to the merit of the bill? And most of all, how on earth can we trust a woman whose first response to being nominated for the highest office in the country is to claim her dead guru possessed the body of another to predict great responsibility for her??

Protest, people!!! Take to the streets!

Random, Incoherent.

Politics and the academic. We are sold on the corn-fed man next door, who grazes cattle and makes dinner for his many offspring in his spare time. There is no place for the intelligent man, as if that is not a standard we must aspire to, as if that is a standard we must revile. Education is the silver bullet. Arrogance is not morally reprehensible; it is merely disconcerting in individuals with power. And I am not talking about arrogance of power, but arrogance of intelligence. What is wrong with education making you superior? Isn’t that the hope of the billions who toil all their lives away to send their children to the better school, the better college? Everybody should want for their leaders to reflect their better angels, instead of their baser selves. Why do we look for the least of us to be in charge, rather than the best of us?

DRUNK MOTHERFUCKING MORONS

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate drunk people? Alcohol turns perfectly rational human beings into unreasonable, slovenly, stupid creatures, who can not see past their own drunken little toes!! And now I must contend with a whole legion of them, not only being intoxicated in all the glory of Smirnoff, Bacardi and JD, but must also tolerate their taunts about my sobriety and seeming lack of abandon. To this I say, absolutely nothing can sell me on the benefits of alcohol, least of all, your behaviour right now. I can barely manage to not throw up on the people I encounter when they are sober and they are intelligent enough to stay the fuck out of my way, but when they are inebriated, and can not tell head from toe, I just want to slay them all.

You dumb, dumb class A arseholes, I have seen people I love drunk, and I hate them in that moment as much as I hate George Bush, what makes you think you sad excuses for human beings would merit treatment that even my close friends do not get???

Canonball

Today is a sad day. I am loathe to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, as is the case, but I am all alone, without any human contact whatsoever, and I am reaching out to you, my fellow lost souls in the ether. I could just be swallowed up, but alas, few things go my way, especially on this, a day for tears. Thank you, I just needed someone to talk to.