Hatred and Venom
My dear old mum always used to give me a good telling off whenever I remarked, that I felt hatred and venom towards someone. She’d say in no uncertain terms that to express that kind of sensation usually did more harm to the ‘hater’ than the ‘hated’. That hatred & venom were self-destructive. And she was probably right.
The amount of energy that it takes to generate that burning sensation deep inside of oneself has to be self-destructive. And it lingers. With what we now know about our bodies and the connections between what we feel and our physical well-being would suggest that anger, hatred, call it what you will can have long-term effects on our health. Personally I would say, however long it takes, those kind of negative feelings quite literally burn you up.
I know that. Unfortunately, I think I’m doomed.
I’m doomed because I hate the Tories. I despise the Conservatives. I hate them for their blatant and continual attacks on the poor of this spiteful land. They have no pity and base their sense of a persons ‘usefulness’ on wealth and ‘how much have you got’.
They are cruel. Easily proved by noting how little they do to keep people (children) out of poverty (see budget). And they only do that because thankfully everyone (at the moment – see America), has the vote. Distraction has become an artform with the general population let first one way and the next with what can only be called ‘clickbait’. Grabbing generations attention with happenings dressed up to be more important than they really are. With much of the media (TV and print) in cahoots with the Tories there is an enormous amount of totally meaningless crap out there to grab peoples attention while the really important stuff is hidden or dealt with at an indecent pace before anyone, except those in the know, are aware of what’s hit them. As the the pandemic shows, friends and cronies are rewarded massively for towing the line and following orders. The public are so busy doffing their caps that they still haven’t realised that Gangsters don’t have to come from the East-end. They come now with cut-glass accents and an Eton education (actually they always did ).
The leader of the Conservatives (Boris Johnson) has been shown to lie constantly and still he and his cronies are in power. The checks and balances that we assumed we had to stop crooks taking over our institutions go ignored and it is not to dramatic to say that folks are now being trampled underfoot. The lifesaver that is the NHS is compromised and infiltrated. It’s running on empty while Johnson, Mogg fill their boots and destroy lives. Our ‘Rome’ is burning while the Conservative party grow fatter, wealthier and greedier whilst continually taking risks with our lives, from a safe distance.
Once, I would have said that Labour were the answer. That socialism was the key. But Keir Starmer’s party is near dead. The fire and the fury gone. Almost (but not quite?) a Labour party in Conservative clothing.
For once in my life I have no answer. I feel defeated. I feel beaten.
I feel I live on an island of sheep.
My dear old mum always used to give me a good telling off whenever I remarked, that I felt hatred and venom towards someone. She’d say in no uncertain terms that to express that kind of sensation usually did more harm to the ‘hater’ than the ‘hated’. That hatred & venom were self-destructive. And she…