Woke Cherries

It’s so cliché to admit that I’ve turned into an angry older man, I’m 59 this year, so I suppose I’m late middle aged, which is scary strange as I feel about 12 and physically much older than my actual age.

I find myself spluttering cliches as I watch the lunatics take over the asylum, see what I mean!

I feel right in my judgments, I really do, everything feels so Orwellian, as if there is a terrible pressure for me to have to admit that 2 plus 2 does actually equal 5.

Wanting to be right, or just even understood, is understandable, but I’m a man of Faith who believes in certain certainties, absolutes, I don’t have to get so wound up!

When you’re old enough to recognise certain things improving, not there yet but improving in society over the decades, such as the treatment of minorities, and then suddenly, like 70’s Cambodia, it’s Year Zero again, and we’re basically back into the 18th Century, Empire, pro slavery, and all hateful bigots.

It’s because, I suppose, that racism does still exist that I find the racism inherent in anti-racism so ridiculous and obviously ridiculous.

MLK must have really been a prophet when he said that we should judge people by the sum of their Character rather than their skin colour, because we’re now in full reverse; all the wins gained by civil right laws, and yet to stand up and say that things are much better will get you being caused a racist, that much abused word, and most of the media complicit.

On another touchy subject, I came across a YouTube video where some young lady, declaring to be trans called herself gender fluid and pan sexual. (Her pronouns were they/them, but I didn’t know how to use them, so I went by the fact that she filled her sweater)

I posted, what I thought was a witty reply, sparked by despair:

‘I identify as Saucepan sexual, because as Gender Fluid I don’t want to spill over the side of the ‘Pan’.

I believe that most people are sane and still believe in 2 sexes, when in doubt look down, if it hangs etc.

That’s it really, that’s what attacks my poor beleaguered goat, truth has become redundant, more important seems to be what one ‘feels’.

But as someone else said ‘facts don’t care about emotions’.