Post by Philip BoydeMy mothers parents where of pure working class stock, my fathers parents
pure professional class communists, and yet today I have to live in a
society of infantile fascism run by British public school boys.
I am a weary, a weary, I would that I where dead.
It's all a matter of perspective. Here's a folktale which I think is worth
considering:
A traveller came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road.
Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy
enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.
"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer,
answering the question with another question.
"They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish
people in the world, and not one of them to be trusted. I'm happy to be
leaving the scoundrels."
"Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you'll find the
same sort in the next town.
Disappointed, the traveller trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to
his work.
Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the
farmer, and they stopped to talk. "What sort of people live in the next
town?" he asked.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once
again.
"They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly.
I'm sorry to be leaving them."
"Fear not," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town."