On
the tube from London City airport, I saw the light: Whatever the large loud
woman had to say to her family was heard by the whole carriage. The family:
this woman and her partner who seemed rather young to be the father of her four
children aged seven to seventeen. On her lap, she held a small suitcase, out of
which a regular flow of junk food was fed to those of her brood who demanded it.
Just in case, the drip fed children did not get it, they were told “luv you”
from time to time. It was mesmerising and it gave me the solution: It is not
about nationality or religion; it is all about class. It is probably difficult
to find the politically correct language and sadly undoable but this
division would make most of us more comfortable.
And
talking of class rather than any preconceived ideas about race:
So,
How about a separate continent for the world's foreigner-hating right-wingers ? Preferably a far-far-far-away
one.
Enjoy as always your blog.
ReplyDeleteGood idea! What about another planet? Mars? Der trägt den Namen des alten Kriegsgotts. Säbelrasseln, rauchende Colts und Countrymusic und Marschmusik als Köder? Einzige Einreisebedingung: 100kg+ Körpergewicht. ("Fat Shuttle to Mars" :o)
ReplyDeleteQoute of the day: The world is not enough
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