Yep. A great big hug of a happy new year to everyone
Perhaps - just perhaps - this year the human race will stop pissing about and actually do something about preserving the place in which we all live. When I was a young teenager, I read science fiction and I thought "Oh yes - I want to be a part of that kind of thing". I still do. But then I began to grow up and things like the Cuban missile crisis actually began to frighten me. But we got over that one. Or I thought we had, but then Vietnam grew into a monster and I began to question the level of responsibility of world politicians. No matter - eventually Vietnam receded into the background, and the Berlin Wall came down and I watched (with pure joy at the time) as I saw a semblence of sanity being reimposed on the world. Mikhael Gorbachev became one of my heroes (and remains so to this day - he, at least, caught the disease of realism).
And then I think about Churchill's speech ...
"From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an "iron curtain" has descended across the Continent. Behind that line lie all the capitals of the ancient states of Central and Eastern Europe. Warsaw, Berlin, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Bucharest and Sofia; all these famous cities and the populations around them lie in what I must call the Soviet sphere, and all are subject, in one form or another, not only to Soviet influence but to a very high and in some cases increasing measure of control from Moscow."
And, you know, I believed that shit when I first read it (unsurprisingly, because it was true). What a man, I thought. With heroes like that, the world will always be in safe hands. It came as the supreme disappointment of my life to discover that all of those fine words were merely a mask for the advancement of THE most insidious disease ever to see the light of day. It's gone under several names. It insists upon changing its form at regular intervals so that it can hide itself away. It does this so successfully that it is difficult to pin it down and call it by its name. But that name is consumerism, loads-a-money-ism, f*ck-you-mate-I'm-alright-ism, who-gives-a-toss-about Africa-ism, loads-of other-isms. When, I ask myself at this time every year, are we going to get it right? I'm getting old now, and I have to admit that creeping cynicism has taken a hold on me. I really do think that the human race is incapable of saving its own arse.
But tonight, I went out and took a look at those stars I dreamed about as a very young science fiction fan. I could hardly see them for the amount of light pollution. No romantic ending, then.
I marvel at the stuff you lot pull off in the face of abject adversity. Hence the group hug - and I really did mean that. But I'm very surely (don't worry - this is not me being suicidal) losing the will to live. Well, not live - but I'm certainly losing the will to fight back. I mean - for what? Tonight I feel that it's all a waste of time - and I hate the bastards who have created this situation and those who insist upon its perpetuity.
I'm too old to start a revolution - missed my opportunity. But 2011 is a whole new year. Perhaps - just perhaps - there's someone on this very site who'll prove me to be utterly wrong. Oh, I do hope so.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Mike