I don’t know. It seems that because this year marks the centenary of one of the world’s biggest wars, we must have a sparkly new £2 coin fresh out of the Mint, with Lord Kitchener’s face on it, or something to that effect.
Am I the only one who sees the irony in this? How war is funded by the very thing that the Bullingdon boys want to stamp “something” on in order to commemorate the first world war.
Last year, it was how we should all be joyous and have the same kind of national spirit as was likely evident in the Queen’s Jubilee.
My God can the man be more insulting?
I know I play my first person shooters, I love the odd bit of Brothers in Arms (squad-based, tactical WW2 shooter series), I do love a bit of computer based warfare – with all it’s new programming and coding that allows for entirely destructible environments, but war, real war, is real people, real bullets and bombs, real pain, real loss, real suffering.
Ask a soldier.
I don’t have to worry about asking soldiers, I was born to two soldiers, the families of whom have had several connections with military service.
I think it’s an insult to the living and the dead to have this absolutely blinkered buffoon going around saying everything should be all sparkly and shit, because the war is important, we must support war efforts, we must support sending our troops where they aren’t wanted, sucking up to the States and all and sundry so we can save face on an international level.
Gone are the days when the IRA really did cause hassle. My Dad knows about that stuff. He lost comrades in Northern Ireland when the troubles were a daily issue on a media-grabbed basis. We aren’t looking after our own anymore. We aren’t defending our freedoms by sending all these soldiers, sailors and airmen (plus ground crew) to places further afield with no sign of conflict in between. This isn’t about remembrance, this isn’t about the sobriety and somberness of the reflections people should be having when that silence is begun, this isn’t remembering that both wars were both stupidly unnecessary, yet were necessary because of someone’s ignorance, or someone’s stubbornness, or both.
World War 2, for example, was started because Hitler didn’t think England would react to further escapades on Polish soil. And he was wrong. But he was stubborn – and extremely ignorant.
The result? Millions dead.
The same came as a result of the First World War. Millions dead. You’d think we’d get some bloody peace and quiet but nope. Never happened.
War is not a sparkly thing. This is not the sort of thing to be bringing shiny new coins in over, nor is it the sort of thing to be high-spirited about.
The fact I find most things the Coalition have achieved to be utterly destructive just makes me more furious when I couple that with Cameron’s attitude of frivolity and happy-go-luckiness. “Let’s celebrate our freedoms given to us by the sacrifice of millions, whilst we worry about crushing you now. Never mind anything else, you just party on whilst we get on with pushing you down some more.” There are no polite words I can say to describe these people who think it’s all about flashing a new minted coin with a tached face on it, or about throwing parties or being significantly pleased that we are alive in a society where disabled and seriously ill people are treated like SHIT. F**k that. And f**k them. I never want to see people like Cameron, Osborne and Smith in government once they’re booted out for as long as I live that’s for damn sure.