Wootton Bassett Circus
I often feel as though I’m like that little boy in the story who could see through the lie of the ‘King’s new suit of clothes’ and that he was in fact, naked.
As the number of coffins passing through the Wiltshire town of Wootton Bassett became a regular occurrence a few shopkeepers and others stood in silence as they passed by and fair enough. As this became a news item the numbers of people have increased into the thousands with most coming from miles away. Media cameras can be seen poised on high points and helicopters relaying back the spectacle. Teenaged girls wailing and hugging their boyfriends, conveniantly near to microphones and cameras and couldn’t even shut up for the 1 minute silence. BBC24 managed to cover the event for several hours non stop. Glowing tributes are read out by commanding officers for each and every soldier who gets killed and it seems to me that if you want to survive it’s best to be a complete arsehole that nobody likes because they never seem to die. The hype goes on.
It all seems to me to link in with the final paragraph that I wrote concerning Michael Jackson and the sense of powerlessness that people have. Most don’t think for themselves but swallow the lie about our military dying to prevent the Taliban coming down a high street nearby. Young men mostly join the Army because they can’t get a job, think themselves immortal and believe they will have a life of adventure. They don’t expect to come back in a box driven through Wooton Bassett.
The people of this nation are not powerless unless they allow themselves to be. If we stuck together and demanded change, demanded better education for all our children, demanded useful employment and demanded an end to us fighting wars in some part of the World for centuaries, then we would get it. The establishment stick together, the capitalists, the monarchy, the arms manufacturers and dealers, the agro-chemical companies and so on, they all stick together and they get what they want. It’s the majority who suffer because we forget that we are indeed the majority and if we choose to have the power then it is ours. Will it happen though? I doubt it and our dead young men will continue to pass through Wootton Bassett.