Lives Matter, It's the Planet & People, Stupid...

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Two things I've read over the last two days make me wonder just where the bejeezus we think we're headed as a species: intelligence as members of the highest family of higher apes seems not to count for much when it comes to plain common sense or just sensibility. A piece in the paper yesterday about the ridiculous private-jet activity prevalent in not only the fuckwit 'celeb' circles, but also within the elected ranks of British politicians, raises so many issues over climate-chaos that the blind-leading-the-wilfully-fucking-senseless is the only phrase that springs to mind. Liz Truss taking a private flight to Australia at a cost to us, as taxpayers, of £500,000, being the tip of a very large and rapidly-melting iceberg in the farrago that is our 'response' to the just-ever-so-slightly pressing issues that we face: she could have arrived much sooner on a scheduled flight, and at a far, far, far lower ticket price, meanwhile contributing a much smaller carbon burden on our poor, beleaguered planet in the process; given that the trip was actually necessary in the first place and not just a jolly...

The second bit of news is the row that Sandi Toksvig has - rightly - fomented about the Archbishop of Canterbury's ridiculous affirmation of the Church of England's 1998 ruling that gay sex is a sin. I'm not entirely sure that the argument that the global Anglican communion of churches being a broad 'church' and so is a bit difficult to manage, really holds water: surely blind prejudice and dogma have more sway in the matter, in reality. Why anyone cleaves to the church of Jesus Christ, when so many of its supposed teachings are directly contrary to the word of the gospels that the church touts as the word of God, is beyond my ken. The simple fact is that the dogmatists are directly equivalent to the climate-denying elite that uses its own privileged status to ignore the reality which is, and always has been, out there in plain sight for all to see...

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  1. Phil Edwards6 August 2022 at 08:21

    Couldn't agree more on both counts. I particularly despise celebrity tykes who, apart from continually flaunting their wealth and astonishingly bad taste, use private jets for 20 minute flights as a matter of routine.

    As far as the C Of E Lambeth conference goes, I am lost for words. It's a meeting of Bishops from all over the World once every 10 years to argue black and blue over gay marriage. Nothing else is discussed or even reaches the light of day. Unbelievable.

    Trust AOK.

    Phil.

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    1. Anonymous6 August 2022 at 12:42

      Cheers Phil - you haven't seen our PM & Chancellor anywhere, have you? We seem to have lost them somewhere...

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