In Memoriam.
A hand that can be clasp'd no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door. (A.L-T).
A memorial – to what, exactly? Almost any place you go, you will find a war memorial, where the names of those lost during the conflict are written. This is to honour those who consciously and willingly laid down their lives so we, today, may haver a better one. There was a purpose to their sacrifice and it is proper that they should be remembered. Lest we forget.
But, to build a memorial to MH 370 is a cynical ploy. Some artsy-fartsy plonker will get a commission and a chance to prattle about ‘symbolism’ or some such clap-trap, while pocketing a large cheque and gaining ‘recognition’ for the work on some appalling day time ‘morning show’ squeezed in between the cash cow and the latest beautifying product. Some politicians will grab a few moments of ‘air time’, puff out their chests and try to pedal the notion that they are fit to run the country, etc. Desperately trying to convince you that they are warm, sensitive souls who care. It’s bollocks.
We’ll end up with a pigeon shit covered monstrosity which will end up a graffiti target. The council will, eventually end up passing an inflated ‘clean up’ cost to the rate payer, based on the initial cost of cleaning up the bunches of flowers and cheap stuffed toys left by those vampires; who although they have no grief, no personal stake and little interest take vicarious pleasure in haunting any tragedy – when the media is about; hoping their little performance may be seen.
Well: I’m sorry, but it gives me a dose of the screamings. There is an aircraft ‘missing’: a large, modern, reliable commercial aircraft with over two hundred souls on board – disappeared into thin air, without trace, explanation or even apology; and these fools want to build a bloody monument - to that. It will be a cynical monument indeed to deceit, incompetence and cover up at best.
Find the aircraft, find some answers, prevent this from ever happening again; or, live forever damned with the shame of it.
Selah.
A hand that can be clasp'd no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door. (A.L-T).
A memorial – to what, exactly? Almost any place you go, you will find a war memorial, where the names of those lost during the conflict are written. This is to honour those who consciously and willingly laid down their lives so we, today, may haver a better one. There was a purpose to their sacrifice and it is proper that they should be remembered. Lest we forget.
But, to build a memorial to MH 370 is a cynical ploy. Some artsy-fartsy plonker will get a commission and a chance to prattle about ‘symbolism’ or some such clap-trap, while pocketing a large cheque and gaining ‘recognition’ for the work on some appalling day time ‘morning show’ squeezed in between the cash cow and the latest beautifying product. Some politicians will grab a few moments of ‘air time’, puff out their chests and try to pedal the notion that they are fit to run the country, etc. Desperately trying to convince you that they are warm, sensitive souls who care. It’s bollocks.
We’ll end up with a pigeon shit covered monstrosity which will end up a graffiti target. The council will, eventually end up passing an inflated ‘clean up’ cost to the rate payer, based on the initial cost of cleaning up the bunches of flowers and cheap stuffed toys left by those vampires; who although they have no grief, no personal stake and little interest take vicarious pleasure in haunting any tragedy – when the media is about; hoping their little performance may be seen.
Well: I’m sorry, but it gives me a dose of the screamings. There is an aircraft ‘missing’: a large, modern, reliable commercial aircraft with over two hundred souls on board – disappeared into thin air, without trace, explanation or even apology; and these fools want to build a bloody monument - to that. It will be a cynical monument indeed to deceit, incompetence and cover up at best.
Find the aircraft, find some answers, prevent this from ever happening again; or, live forever damned with the shame of it.
Selah.