Why humans are like beasts

I realise I now have committed myself to being more philosophical. So best I get to it. I also have been trying to unravel my recent fascination with cats here in my diary. So where do these two meet? Today I think I realised the connection. Basically, I have been feeling, as my quest has been unravelling, that people seem to still operate on a very basic level of instinctual behaviour with the arrogance and instinctual prtection mechanisms often displayed by cats. Protect yourself above all else and damn the consequences. Take for example the current crisis the Anglos are dealing with and the unholy crusade (sic) in Iraq. Why do people keep buying their lies? The only response is that deep down we are like beasts...we rally behind the strongest in the pack, in this case the two necromancers Bush and Blair and try not to disturb the system too much. It is now completely apparent that necromancer Blair exaggerated evidence about the necromancer Hussein. But now, instead of speaking the truth, he is blaming his knights who work on so-called intelligence... and ... and ... and ... he gets away with it. Then, the government talking house, or Parliament to you, votes against an inquiry into the matter. And the masses largely do nothing about this. Why? Because, like instinctual beast the politicians want to protect themselves. They think it is better to protect the lies of necromancer Blair than start to demonstrate that the house in which they live, the government talking house, starts to take truth seriously, because then ... all their furry little hides may be in trouble. And why do the masses say nothing? Well, deep down we need a strong leader of the pack ... unconsciously we fear a leadership gap if necromancer Blair bit the dust. So, we live with the lies for the security of leadership. the politicians (sic) live with the lies for fear of the chickens coming home to roost. Hence I conclude: alas, we are not far from cats...or dogs...or other beasts. I despair and am left wondering ... where is the truth? Is it really out there?

Far away...

Ah, how strange to be in places far away. In my dreams and in reality...I am not too sure how much I will say over the next while. I travel through distant lands, the lands of my creation...more to follow once this adventure is over. Right now, I love the atmosphere, the slowness, the heat and the way everyone talks with their hands...more in a few days we hope...but try guess where I am.

Making of Stars

Later tonight: so my questing was over for the day and I decided to sit down in front of the theatre box...and what did I find but a show on the Anglo Soap Theatre awards. Soap Stars galore. I did not know one of them, never heard of them, never mind. But then came an award for the most sexy Soap star on theatre box. Unbelievable, both the people (one female and one male of the species) that one were plain ordinary Anglos - bad accents, whining voices, drink too much ale, just your average person next door. It then dawns on me, the Anglos choose stars based on themselves...the Anglo dream is that every person IS famous (hence the success of reality theatre shows on the box) and is only waiting to be discovered. Across the great pond, the Americanos see it differently...fame makes you into something else, better and improved. So for the Anglos the implicit colonial dream is that you can remain the working class bloke with money (hence the success of Knight of the ball jousting pit, David Beckham). This helps perpetuate the myth that Anglo society is not class-based. Colonialism rides on. The Americano dream is that everything is possible...the class dimension is ever present and success is attainable (sic)...fame is money, money makes you different, even your face can be up for grabs....

Iraq

Alas, time for me to sleep...perchance to dream. Today has drifted away, and I find myself still preoccupied with the unholy crusade taking place in ancient Iraq by that group of coalition necromancers...this seems to distract me from my quest. I hunt the truth, honour and chivalrous people...I find it easy to list necromancers (today, I was thinking about adding bureaucracy to the list, along with headline grabbing scribes as I mentioned)...but what I really want to add is something positive. Where are the good people? Where are the valiant knights?