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King George the 43rd: "I'm Above The Law"

Discussion in 'Sports and News' started by Flying Headbutt, Aug 23, 2007.

  1. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    Would it be easier if George just published a list of those few laws he believed he DID have to follow?
     
  2. writing irish

    writing irish Active Member

    Orwell, late 1930s, from Homage to Catalonia:

    "And then England— southern England, probably the sleekest landscape in the world. It is difficult when you pass that way, especially when you are peacefully recovering from sea-sickness with the plush cushions of a boat-train carriage under your bum, to believe that anything is really happening anywhere. Earthquakes in Japan, famines in China, revolutions in Mexico? Don’t worry, the milk will be on the doorstep tomorrow morning, the New Statesman will come out on Friday. The industrial towns were far away, a smudge of smoke and misery hidden by the curve of the earth’s surface.

    Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of outer London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen — all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs."

    I guess a 21st-century-USA version of the above would be something like

    "We're a perpetually infantile nation of addicts. We think we're so different from each other- the smug East Coast professional, the high school kid in the Southern suburb, the Bible-believing Nebraska farmer, the single mom in LA, the software designer in Portland. But we're more alike than not in that we'll do anything- anything- to blot out reality. There are the obvious addictions: television, internet, beer, cigarettes, recreational drugs, sugar, fatty food. Then the less obvious ones- "self-help" religion (the Christian or New Age versions, take your pick), shopping, preening around with our latest consumer purchases (ghetto or cul-de-sac versions, take your pick), Hollywood, sports, porn, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. The manifestations are variant, but the sentiment is universal: Don't, DON'T bother me with reality. Our epitath will be the image of a 40-year-old permanent child with his hands over his ears and eyes shut tightly, howling to block out any sound or sense of the world outside of his private fantasies."
     
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