Insurmountable Universes Apart... (by Steven Ilchev, 2005)

Insurmountable Universes Apart - These Days 5/5 And 7/7 In The Year of 'PORNOPLASTICISM' 2005
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by: Steven Ilchev, Lichfield, Staffs, 2005

Oh July thou month of Uncle Radish McTurnips
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May 5 seems like a trillion miles back in the Bermuda Triangle-like posterior of hallucinogenic beyond. So much multicoloured water has streamed under the proverbial PORNOPLASTIC GATE bridge since. Labour got their third term with a halved majority but the Lib Dems made some significant strides. The Tories need an overhaul if they are to reinvent themselves... they certainly lacked the X-factor (which, I guess, is true of most politicians nowadays) and with Mickey Howard at the forefront they embodied caricatures of desperation more than anything else.

There was time for some high-profile circus too with the vociferous George Galloway who as some may remember won the votes of a Welsh constituency. What a choice for a Member of Parliament. The heartbeat of "Respect". And what about that bird who sang her tempestuous heart out in a concession chant - the VOTE FOR MYSELF PARTY or something of that ilk? She only had ONE VOTE in her constituency, a record! Wonder where that vote came from? It was all good, cleaner than babies' nappies kinda fun, it was!

We have since witnessed some exhilarating scenes from Istanbul and back at Merseyside with the 'Pool winning the UEFA Champions League trophy in an epic battle against the highly-rated AC Milan. What a humdinger! What a comeback by Stevie G. and the lads. It was something special. We have also more recently been reminded of the helter-skelter world we really grace today. The spirit of Lennon's Imagine as though smothered by a rotating axis of evil that is hell-bent on thrusting us into a chaotic tailspin. Well, they won't win! This is my message. This is a great nation. Still is and it has nothing to do with the cement bollocks of the bloody Empire, the annoying Royal Family and their gaffes, the colonialism tosh that the "SUN" and other monosyllabically-empowered tabloids keep reminiscing about, or the nostalgia about military greatness & all that jazz. None of this is a measure of this beautiful country's profound greatness!

England... SHE is beautiful and amazing because of HER heritage! Because of Stonehenge, the gorgeous countryside, the stylish buildings that exude character so rare, the literary wealth that emanates from her heart... England, the land of classless beauty!A land so poetically ensconced in her creative bosom, so innovative and her people's sense of humour and unparalleled etiquette elegantly intertwined as well as forever poignant and inspirational! These constitute the immeasurable statue of greatness that this country, this stunning nation has gifted to the planet thus won the respect and admiration of many. That is why England and her beautiful people will not cow or flinch before the pellet guns of shambolic terror...

I, for one, do resent the involvement of UK troops in Iraq as their presence in that horror zone is the result of a most myopic vision of a paradoxically named Commander-in-Chief of another beautiful and powerful nation who is hell-bent on embarrassing his charges and to crown it all the man cannot even pronounce NUCLEAR properly. I despise colonialism and all that twaddle about military might. None of this excites me... I abhor it... but I re-iterate... that's not what England is about!

The terrorists are as depraved as the colonialists of yore. The terrorists seek world division. They want to bludgeon humanity and the freedom edifice that has been erected as a symbol of prosperity. They will never succeed. Good (and I don't mean Tony and his cronies either... or that robotic degenerate Dubya) will triumph over evil - as banal as that may sound. People with hearts and minds of gold will not permit the erosion of our daily lives and loves in the wake of these terrible atrocities. For many a dreary year the IRA tried to trample on innocent people's liberties but the common man's stoicism was never overpowered. It became universally anthemic!Hatred and bigotry will never provide a recipe for cohesion or inner strength. Not all Muslims or Irish are extremists. A bit of common sense would yield such logic. What is truly paramount about this gorgeous land so steeped in history is that SHE is innovative and deep. Her collective heart is strengthened by prevailing rationality above prejudiced slurs. And that's got nothing to do with the governmental pseudo-liberalism policies that some bored and devoid of any substance tiny section of bigotry-filled individuals believe has underpinned this country's alleged "slide into oblivion".

There's no death of England as the narrow-minded mouthpieces would like us all to believe as they scape-goat others for their so-called misfortunes. Yes, England is different to the England of yore but so is the rest of the world. One has to adapt to it. And extremism will be toppled via the route of the ingenuity of the awesome genuine people of this beloved land that I so adore (and ingenuity there is, right here... aplenty... contrary to what Crane McDigger , the overall-clad bin man of Tipton in the Black Country would like us all to believe). I'd like to take time out to pause for the soulfully immortal victims of 7/7... as well as any other atrocity that has plagued our planet.

England and the rest of the wonderful world will not disintegrate. I might be leaning towards the naive side according to some but is there anything wrong with having a little faith in humanity? What in the world do we live for? I meet so many people each day through work and other conventional forms of interaction and so many of them fill me with joy. And there are so many people so beautiful inside and out. So invigorating in the capsule of conversationalism.Isn't that what life is all about? Not the demagogical slogans that politi-cluttering bumpkins or public school products or supposed geniuses in Westminster or Washington or wherever else would like to instil in their supposed puppet-strung electorates? Surely not!!!

Please pardon my philosophising babble. I like to engage in moments of reflection at times like these and also stress that my faith in humankind will never be diminished as long as I am still breathing out and breathing in... maybe even beyond that somewhat jelly-powdered point!!! "I believe in FREEDOM, my oh my... I believe in beauty, my oh my", to paraphrase the sentiments laid out by a West-Midlands band of bygone times.

My faith is not religious. My faith is deeper than that. It's spiritual without any misconceived deity. As a Wiccan Pagan the only Goddess is Nature's splendour and she is worshipped in natural cathedrals like fountains and waterfalls or enchanted forests where the poetry of the wind never ceases to amaze the hearts and minds of every loving soul that goes aflutter.

Religion has perpetuated evilness before (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, etc)... all these exponents of indoctrinated 'plain mortal - sacrosanct divinity' relationships and their preachings of the right path, the holy scripture, the Koran, and the wrongfulness of "non-believers" [the damned infidels] have precipitated detriment and shameful massacres. So very unholy in the grand picture of make-believe holiness!

The above leads to corrosive education of the value of humankind's relationship with one another and the root of that is evident in the way the 'civilised' folk slaughter our precious animalistic beastly earthly inhabitants. The way our environment is being violated is nothing short of alarming yet Dubya the megalomaniac wouldn't consider giving us all a deal on climate change. Injustice and abject poverty stain our world. It all makes me wail... As Nelson Mandela recently professed at Trafalgar Sq: "There can never be true democracy on Planet Earth until poverty is eradicated in its entirety!" Wise words from a wise man. A man who has realised he is no angel and has faults but who is the only African leader (and by the same token, a rare world leader) who commands a degree of respect. It was magnificent to watch how Hyde Park manifested the determination of this glorious land along with the rest of our precious world to indeed MAKE POVERTY HISTORY during the recently-staged LIVE 8 concert. It gladdens the heart! It so does!

From a further panoramic viewpoint there's also Big Brother as though laminated in our encephalous background quest for tantalising 'PORNOPLASTICISM'. Derek, Maxwell, Orlaith, Makosi, Saskia - figureheads of Universal trauma-escapism ideologies. Ideologies of instant absorption by a misunderstood and disillusioned populace. Perspectives skew with fierce regularity but what somehow remains constant is the unquantifiable array of chocolate-salty days before and marmalade-gherkin days after the pre-conceived paradigm shift. The shift between FIVE and SEVEN is the Universal apartheid - the bitter Rubicon that has neither been crossed nor abandoned. The dust can't settle for a while. Days that seem so close are so juxtaposed on a calendar of mental turmoil. Fatigue and ale aftertaste cure it all with a sense of welcome falsehood. Hickory, dickory, dock - put on thy muddy brown sock!