Globalisation has done a lot of things, it’s made it easier to travel to far-off countries of which we know little (and in many cases having seen would rather know a little less) and all sorts of technological marvels which now allow me, in the local supermarket, to hold a mobile phone conversation with a family member on the other side of the world, about such earth shattering decisions as to which butter to buy. I can, at the touch of a button, buy the self-same clothes and goods as my friends in Mexico. I also get that this has been at the expense of British jobs and companies but, most of all, personal choice.
I get it that big business, hedge funds and international bankers are the font of all knowledge and should be listened to as they go about their incredibly difficult self-imposed tasks of turning out a sort of multi-culti population of the world, initiating wars and mass migration as a result of their pursuit of power and profit. Perhaps they should also get it that much of the world has had more than enough of having their existence, culture and lives, decided upon by unknown, unelected people with too much power due to patronage of the political class.
Something that I get, but apparently seems lost on the remainers in this country, who want to hand over our future to an unelected, unaccountable bureaucracy that operates on patronage and little else and cannot be removed by voters. Remainers shouting about democracy while ignoring the fact not fiction that their freedom was at a cost of millions of lives … I get this quite well, obviously they don’t.
I also get that huge numbers of our countrymen have gone all emotional. They cry at the drop of a hat. This emotional virtue signalling proves nothing and impresses few except the media. Perhaps it’s something in the water or is it something to do with drugs either prescription or not, taken on a daily basis. One friend, ex-military and one of the toughest guys you would wish to meet, much to his embarrassment started to cry at the drop of a hat after taking some prescribed medicine for a medical problem.
There may, or may not, have been some justification for this display of mass wailing 22 years ago although, to be honest, that’s not something I got at the time, but many did, including Blair so that must have made it alright. What I do know is that since then there are displays of emotion and flowers – usually left to rot – for all sorts of reasons, some quite obscure. What I don’t get is how these displays (sometimes verging on hysterical) of emotion for someone or something you never met or experienced, can be assuaged by crying in public but then, like most of Blair’s New Labour utterances, the messages were obviously not aimed at me.
It’s even spread to TV programmes. People tracing their long-deceased ancestors burst into tears at a graveside (often not visited for decades) of an unknown ancestor. Great Grandfather, killed in a long-forgotten war, brings floods of tears. Goodness knows what Great Grandfather would have thought of that – mostly they were of a sterner make up.
There is now, of course, a good public turnout for Remembrance Day commemorations. This was not always the case. Having taken part myself in many during the 1970s it was noticeable how few people bothered to attend. Maybe the realisation that two generations of mainly young people who gave everything for their future is a message that a present generation, bleating about how their future has been ruined or taken from them, are beginning to get. If so, not before time.
Currently, there is a brilliant TV programme called ‘The Repair Shop’, during which some really talented, skilled and knowledgeable people repair items, often of little intrinsic but of great sentimental value to owners, who bring them for repair often with stories of why this or that means such a lot to them as ‘it’ has been unseen and unloved and uncared for in a drawer or an attic for many years. When the repair people, who do a fantastic job, unveil the restored item, it is often accompanied by wails and cries of emotion such as ‘I’ve not seen this since father was alive’, ’it always reminds me of mother’, but often not enough, it seems, for them to have attempted a repair or have it repaired years ago.
I get the message then, I’m expected to be emotional about everything, it’s what modern, caring, people do. I had this conversation the other day at a classic car event, when talking to a guy about the merits of restoration versus rebuilding and how people emote at the drop of a hat these days. ‘You know’, he said, ‘I’m beginning to feel that there is something the matter with me. I did seven years in the army and twenty five in the fire service, I’ve seen people blown up, shot, killed in fires and car crashes, and I don’t emote all the time, neither did my mates, it was part of the job. I don’t want counselling or mindfulness training or anything else’. Now that’s an attitude I did get.
The messages sent out remorselessly by the BBC and Sky Television and advertisers from car dealers to banks are obviously not aimed at me. They live in a world that I don’t see around me, don’t hear about except on the broadcast media, and that I don’t find it interesting. I get it then: you don’t want either my support or my purchasing power.
The BBC and Sky and the Murdoch press sends out the same endless messages. I don’t tune to the news to get some presenters biased opinion, I don’t read your newspapers if they are full of anti-Brexit, anti-British rhetoric, parroting the opinions of somebody I’ve never heard of parroting opinions from the globalist, multicultural, politically correct or common purpose handbook, designed just to make you look important or intellectual. I get it, you are after click bait or print sales or viewers. But not me, I’ve stopped viewing or reading anything that is propaganda and based on supposition.
Do you get it? There are signs that Johnson does. The world is changing, people across the world are getting fed up with politically correct, globalist, virtue signalling designed to keep the globalist view alive and the people -the masses- under control. It’s not working, many of us get it, you better start getting it or, as many politicians and celebrities have found, if you don’t get it you are soon confined to the scrap heap of yesterday’s men, celebrity news and gossip.
We also get it that the main political parties are full of self-serving, third-rate rabble-rousing nonentities. Over-indulged, overpaid and with an unjustified sense of their own abilities and entitlement.
Here is a message for them which many of us ‘got’ years ago. You can work with a thief – you cannot work with a liar. The question is, “Do you get it?”