Cheap Grace in Language(1)

If apologies had to be sincere
for their makers to be permitted
to say them, then I suspect that far fewer
of the 'Sorries' that are presently said
would be said for the same reasons in future. 

If Tourists Become Terrorists,

in their self indulgent search for kitsch and ease
and it is worth resisting such an urge,
then how much more should we battle
against the planners and governments
who encourage speculators to built flats
by the multiple block on the sites
of once viable, now spent, industries?
The further they advance of short term capitalism,
via tourism the more it becomes is a disease
where gain is for the few, and not for long
and the few who gain live far away
from the masses, in corporate offices.

After The Last Financial Crisis

we found out that firms beyond a certain age
who 'don't adapt with the markets' sow the seeds
of their own demise-death by dinasaurism-
usually when approaching their centenary.
Are The World Cup and The Olympics
now ageing very badly? For more than a decade
they seem to me to have been poorly led,
by 1-their sponsors, the creators of the worlds
least healthy snacks and drinks, who collectively
are responsible for mass obesity in western society.
2-the television companies who are always trying
new gimmicks to report on the action and give us
the results, with the human element provided for
by an off putting partisan vigour, and finally...
3-the international construction industry,
who rely on third world labour to build the stadia
for these occasions.

 All of the above account for a far bigger effort
than those who merely play the games.
Who would have thought that in a sports event
the smallest amount of money for the occasion
was required to be invested in the actual competitors?    
 

Pain vs Gain

Not that Wisdom a pain free path,
 but if going nowhere were better labelled
fewer people might want to go there.

For Choice In Being Parented

as long as the psycho-path is one you can get off, for a different route.

In The Age Of Television

Politics is the art of spinning stories
about the future, in which the politician
poses as the master of the message,
the unmoved mover, against shifting sands.
But in a world in which there is no still centre
-the 'developed' world with its ever expanding media-
they soon become the spun, the commented on,
the reviled and laughed about. I still don't get
how they really expect to be above events
for very long. It is as if the future they aspire
to is only ever meant to affect others, not them.

Can I Sell You An Idea?

It is old, but always good at renewing itself at others expense.