As the winds and rain roar around us the sounds of political chatter emanates from the T.V.

I listen on and off, with waning interest. The American political system is as tedious as I have ever seen. By the time they reach the actual election, I imagine most people have stopped listening to what the candidates have to say.

In fairness though, the system obviously does work when the push comes to shove. The voting turnout in the democratic primaries has been unseen for a long time. As the campaign moves from in-fighting and focuses on the Republican party, as it seems to be doing, there will be new interest generated in the ideas that each side has to offer.

What worries me is something seen not only in the United States, but all around the western world. That is the politics of fear; employing the fear of every-day citizens to consolidate power and to decay civil liberties.

What kind of threat is terrorism? It is hard to counter-act through conventional means, and it’s results can be catastrophic, but the chances of being hit are quite slim. The only threat worth sitting up and taking notice of, is that of nuclear weapons.

Will nuclear weapons fall into the hands of those who would use them indiscriminately? The bigger question is why are there still nuclear weapons? There have been no strong political voices, at least that I perceive, to spearhead the disarmament of the world’s nuclear weapons since the end of the cold war.

Mutually assured destruction only has it’s place as long as nuclear weapons stay in the hands of nation states. This can only last so long.

I fear for the world of tomorrow, not because of terrorists, who are a fleeting glimpse in the history of the planet, but because of the short sightedness of political leaders around the world.

disarm the nukes…

It’s caught me by surprise, snapped me up in it’s jaws.

The crocodile is the workplace, and I’ll be eaten and digested until i’m 60 when I retire in a heap in the warm breeze.

No! I can fight my way out of the belly of the beast and break free into the world still undigested.

The master of my own destiny

rejected by the night. . .

As the train wobbles from side on the old bent up track, the muffled sound of the driver invades my ears. I struggle to hear the music from my ipod, my fingers pushing the white buds deeper into my ears.

The pilot of this great metal snake loves to tell long stories to at least one uninterested passenger. I wonder if these oddly dressed rappscallions find his intrusive brand of informative announcement useful:

The buildings slowly rise from their horizon slumber to reach for the darkening sky. A monument to humanity’s achievement and to a civilisation wounded. Wounded not in economic terms, but in it’s severed relationship to the earth.

We of the great skyscrapers look out (if lucky enough to be by a window) for 8 hours a day, onto a world that breathes and moves. But we feel no wind in our hair, no grass beneath our feet; just the hum of the air conditioner and the background noise of fax machines, copiers, telephones and chatter.

For some it’s a way of life until retirement. Enjoying life when it’s almost too late to really enjoy it.

Of course we could escape and live on the land; the gruelling and challenging task of survival against the elements. But within the comfort of western civilisation, the 8 hour work-day for most, seems to be here for good.

yes that’s what i’d be if i didn’t find a seat. I just liked the aliteration

I spent the last couple of days trying to find and modify a theme just right for the main blog site. I think i’ve made a keeper for now.

Check it out here

It takes a ridiculous amount of time to do a link in html on a phone number pad. I’m almost at work and the blog entry is tiny. Well i’ve been chatting to lei too.