06 July 2021

Brexit Prediction 150 Years Ago - The New HMS Pinafore as Commissioned by the Government

Apart from any other new navy vessels or yachts that the Government plans to build or get rid of, like the British fishing fleet, the new HMS Pinafore has already been sailing the high seas for some years now.

The Rt. Hon. Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., First Lord of the Admiralty, a lawyer and politician, was a great visionary predicting over 150 years ago not only Brexit but also the recent fate of British fishing and farming: 

I learnt some tricks from the Ipswich witch -

If you want to win on votes scratch a bigot's itch.

Said the Oxley moron we'll breed bunyips

They say her face launched a thousand fish and chips!

The bunyip is a creature from Australian Aboriginal mythology. We will be eating them soon in the UK once they have made the trip from Australia on HMS Pinafore to the highest Australian and Brexit animal welfare standards. The Oxley moron is nowadays the Oxford moron of the Oxford Five (Year Plan) or Oxytoxic. Another more recent Joseph, Stalin surely could not have imagined even in his wildest fantasies that his agricultural and economic policies and political ideologies would be so formidably implemented by the British Conservative Party of all people. 

Work on the national carnage of UK agriculture in appropriately blue outfits

Sir Joseph also provided a timeless analysis of the character of (British) government and national leadership qualities by singing (emphasis added): 

I am the monarch of the sea,

The ruler of the Queen's Navee,

Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.

COUSIN HEBE. And we are his sisters, and his cousins and his aunts!

RELATIVES. And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

SIR JOSEPH. When at anchor here I ride,

My bosom swells with pride,

And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts;

COUSIN HEBE. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

ALL. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

SIR JOSEPH. But when the breezes blow,

I generally go below,

And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants;

COUSIN HEBE. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

ALL. And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

His sisters and his cousins,

Whom he reckons up by dozens,

And his aunts!

SONG — SIR JOSEPH.

When I was a lad I served a term

As office boy to an Attorney's firm.

I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,

And I polished up the handle of the big front door.

I polished up that handle so carefullee

That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

CHORUS. — He polished up that handle so carefullee

That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

 

Sir Joseph. As office boy I made such a mark

That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.

I served the writs with a smile so bland,

And I copied all the letters in a big round hand —

I copied all the letters in a hand so free,

That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


CHORUS. — He copied all the letters in a hand so free,

That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


Sir Joseph. In serving writs I made such a name

That an articled clerk I soon became;

I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit

For the pass examination at the Institute,

And that pass examination did so well for me,

That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


CHORUS. — And that pass examination did so well for he,

That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


Sir Joseph. Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip

That they took me into the partnership.

And that junior partnership, I ween,

Was the only ship that I ever had seen.

But that kind of ship so suited me,

That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


CHORUS. — But that kind of ship so suited he,

That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


Sir Joseph. I grew so rich that I was sent

By a pocket borough into Parliament.

I always voted at my party's call,

And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.

I thought so little, they rewarded me

By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


CHORUS. — He thought so little, they rewarded he

By making him the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!


Sir Joseph. Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,

If you want to rise to the top of the tree,

If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,

Be careful to be guided by this golden rule —

Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,

And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!


CHORUS. — Stick close close to your desks and never go to sea,

And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!


Turning one eye like Nelson has been replaced or complemented by turning not just one lie... Turning coats has of course always been highly fashionable in politics, a timeless classic of politics, maybe the oldest persistently continuous fashion in the world.



04 July 2021

Timeless Visionaries

 

One could hardly put it better than Sir Charles Chaplin in The Great Dictator – emphasis added: 

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor.

That's not my business.

I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.

I should like to help everyone if possible.

Jew - Gentile - Black Man, White.

We all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

We want to live by each other's happiness.

Not by each other's misery.

We don't want to hate and despise one another.

And this world has room for everyone, and the good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.

Machinery that gives us abundance has left us in want.

Our knowledge has made us cynical.

Our cleverness, hard and unkind.

We think too much, and feel too little.

More than machinery, we need humanity.

More that cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities life will be violent, and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together.

The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all.

Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair.

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.

And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. ...

Soldiers!

Don't give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel!

Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.

Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!

You are not machines!

You are not cattle!

You are men!

You have the love of humanity in your hearts!

You don't hate!

Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural!

Soldiers!

Don't fight for slavery!

Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: "the Kingdom of God is within man" - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men!

In you!

You, the people have the power - the power to create machines.

The power to create happiness!

You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite.

Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security.

By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power.

But they lie!

They do not fulfil that promise.

They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people!

Now let us fight to fulfil that promise!

Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance.

Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers!

In the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Sir Charles produced these words as long ago as 1940, over 80 years ago, which makes it even more visionary, as it sounds as if this was said only rather more recently. How he could see so far ahead is impressive. Some of the themes are of course timeless but for example the views on humanity-eradicating and planet-destroying polluting unbridled greedy industrialisation seem now particularly visionary in 1940 long before the environmental emergency reached its current high levels threatening our whole existence:

More than machinery, we need humanity.

 

Aldous Huxley also wrote in the 1930s already in a sombre tone in confusd society which he felt to be spinning dangerously out of control and his Brave New World of 1932 he warned against the dehumanising aspects of scientific and material 'progress'. 

Another fine person with a vision, Friherrinnan Karen von Blixen has inspiring words for us in her Out of Africa of 1937: 

We ourselves, in boots, and in our constant great hurry, often jar with the landscape. The Natives are in accordance with it... 

... [a]s far as receptivity of ideas goes the Native is more of a man of the world than the suburban or provincial settler or missionary, who has grown up in a uniform community with a set of stable ideas. Much of the misunderstanding between white people and the Natives arises from this fact.’

 

A bigot is defined as 'a person who is obstinately or unreasonably attached to a belief, opinion, or faction, especially one who is prejudiced against or antagonistic towards a person or people on the basis of their membership of a particular group.'

Giuseppe Principe di Lampedusa wrote about:

... the corruption of the classical Mediterranean world by subsequent history. Lighea may have been 'ignorant of all culture, unaware of all wisdom, contemptuous of any moral inhibitions, [but] she belonged, even so, to the fountainhead of all culture, of all wisdom, of all ethics, and could express this primigenial superiority of hers in terms of rugged beauty'. She was part of an ancient, innocent and, above all, vital world, the archaic Sicily of the first Greek colonists, the fertile, wooded and primeval island of the pagan deities. Lucio Piccolo would have endorsed this view of mythological Sicily as 'real' Sicily, 'nature's Sicily', its vocation 'that of serving as pasturage for the herds of the sun'. All this has been swept away, though, in the accumulating centuries of man's progress. The Leopard describes the decay of a noble family and the destruction of a certain society; 'Lighea' has a grander theme, the ruin of the Mediterranean and classical world over more than two thousand years (The Last Leopard by David Gilmour, 2007, pp. 164-165).

Giuseppe di Lampedusa did not write only about Sicily of course but of 'the central problems of the human experience' (ibid. p. 214).

That still little is done to save our world despite the signs having been predicted so long ago is discouraging. Indeed, at worst one could say Sir Charles was an idealist or even utopist but it is still undeniably giving a timeless reminder of real values in life. 

A more recent view from cinema is in Luchino Visconti’s Conversation Piece (1974) where the elegant old professor played by Burt Lancaster says:

... the price of progress is destruction. ... modern science cannot be neutral. In its attempt to be useful, science has turned technology’s power to liberate into a kind of slavery...

Geno Pampaloni stressed the handling by Giuseppe Principe di Lampedusa in The Leopard of an 'epoch of transition' during which precious things are inevitably thrown out with the old (Geno Pamploni, 'Il Gattopardo' in A. Moravia and E. Zolla, Saggi Italiani 1959 (1960), p. 134). The liberal politician and writer, Luigi Barzini, agreed, arguing that The Leopard's theme was (emphasis added, otherwise as quoted in The Last Leopard by David Gilmour, 2007, p. 206):

... the inevitable decline, which cannot be halted, of the old virtues and graces that have grown useless but made life human even for the humble people; the triumph of other qualities, rougher but essential in the modern world, which do not correct the old injustices but often merely show them up, make them unbearable, and replace them with others that are sometimes crueller and worse. (Luigi Barzini From Caesar to the Mafia (1971), p. 221)

One can question whether these other qualities are essential in the modern world or there is something very wrong with the modernity in question, that modernity being much more wrong than what it purported to correct, one of the best examples being the Bolshevik revolution of 1917 creating far worse oppression then before of industrial proportions.

As Monsieur Gustave during the Second World War said in The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014):

There are still faint glimmers of civilisation left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.

One can add detail or clarification. For example, democracy alone is in danger of falling into populism and for that reason a mixed constitution can even strengthen democracy by paradoxically technically undemocratic elements like monarchy and aristocracy within limits, as in the fine theories since Plato. 

The Devil's most successful entreprise so far has been industrialisation of not only manufacture but agriculture, architecture, corruption, populism, persecution, war, disease... all united together in the contemporary upstart-extremist form of capitalism. It has brought us the wonderful technological progress which, for example, leaves us capable of producing a boiler that does not last too long.

It seems to be a somewhat capitalist idea that it would be "idle" to simply live a life of reading books and embracing culture and civilisation. The contemporary philistine capitalist seems to think that we all need to be busy screwing the world, quite literally in some manufacturing jobs. Yet arguably it is much more natural for a human being to live a life which gives time to to taste the world rather than waste and lose one's life in "working" hard for the benefit of someone else that does not even understand the value of life, faux progress of the unsophisticated petty-minded bourgeoisie.

Sadism has been defined as the absolute lack of compassion towards ones fellow beings. A 'bourgeois wish for personal security while inflicting unlimited harm upon others is another characteristic of sadism', according to Walter Braun (The Cruel & The Meek, 1996, Senate; emphasis added). The bourgeois capitalism which only seeks to materially profit the uncivilised upstarts in power with no regard to the welfare of others or even the planet is therefore not only sadism but the worst kind of sadism. 

In one way our world has gone backwards in that we know so much more now than we did before and therefore have so much less of an excuse for failing to put things right. In the past the defence of ignorance might have mitigated more than it can now. Yet if anything our greed has been industrialised rather than manufacturing or anything else.

If that is the best progress and science can achieve, one might as well believe in a religion or political ideology almost or they may all complement, balance and improve each other like the components of a mixed constitution. Indeed Friherrinnan von Blixen wrote (ibid.): 

Africa, amongst the continents, will teach it to you: that God and the Devil are one, the majesty coeternal, not two uncreated but one uncreated, and the Natives neither confounded the persons or divided the substance.

Then again many good ideas, ideologies like democracy, and religions have been knowingly abused for self-interest but one may also be wise to remember that the "road to hell is paved with good intentions" and therefore it is important to remain pragmatic and realist and not an absolutist ideological idealist.



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