Thursday, 6 February 2014

Russia today

'Hunted' last night (5th February 2014) was an appalling insight into how Russia treats gay people.  The scores,  if not hundreds,  of groups of so-called vigilantes sickened and repulsed me and  I dare say, any sane and reasonable human being who had the stomach to observe their abhorrent behaviour. If the gays targeted and victimised in last night's program were replaced by Jews you would have been watching a repeat of 1930s Germany. Vigilantes they are not. Fascists, cruel and merciless,  they most certainly are. At one point I heard one of these fascists describing how gay people are psychologically disturbed.  To be honest, I am certain that if I was the subject of what they call Safaris - the hunting down of a fellow human being in order that they may be stripped, beaten, have bottles of urine poured over them, humiliated beyond belief whilst being filmed for subsequent posting all over the Internet - I too would feel a little psychologically disturbed. I would feel terrified.
So as the world watches on and the Sochi Winter Olympics begin I sincerely hope that the country is shamed into a step toward a more enlightened age. Given that opposition to those heterosexuals who even dare show support and solidarity with those who are not heterosexual is severe,  violent and relentless I'm sure it will be a long, long time before that first step is even considered.

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Rollercoasters and rascals

Humans. Incredible, intricate and infinitely complex creations of the elements constructed within stars, dispersed across the Universe by the power of supernovae. Such magnificent beings, yet capable of utterly incomprehensible stupidity.
I know this as I have been guilty of such stupidity myself at times. Yes, I have made life choices which have had unintended yet somewhat predictable outcomes. We'll come to such subjects in time, dear reader, in an altogether different blogument. One which will demonstrate just how far I really have travelled whilst returning to the exact same point. It is, even if I say so myself, rather an ironic tale that has led me to the highest highs of my life in exactly the same street I had the lowest lows! Honestly, the exact same location, give or take a few metres.
But back to the point in question.  This last couple of weeks I have felt the betrayal of an associate to whom I had extended the hand of unconditional friendship and support. I don't wish to dwell on this for too long for I feel that the chap in question is suffering enough as a result of his life choices. To put it succinctly,  the rascal broke into my office and stole the cash float which was to be used the following night to start our fantastic Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip Afterparty.
This, quite obviously,  put me in what I shall describe as a somewhat irate frame of mind on what should have been a most wondrous start to the year's programme of events. I tried my utmost to soldier on regardless,  ably supported in this endeavour by liberal imbibings of Sambucca and a rather delicious bottle of 12 year old Appleton Estate rum. Let it be known that I recall significantly less of the proceedings than one would expect!  I do know that the night passed with tremendous frivolity and fun. Our rascal finds himself in far less positive situation that one could quite easily lay upon the doorstep of Instant Karma if so inclined.  Alternatively,  it could just be a simple continuation of the impressive stupidity displayed previously and outlined above. Who knows?  What I do know is that once again the open hearted approach that I have always tried to maintain feels a little colder again,  the warmth sucked away by external forces.  There are many others guilty of a similar effect on my openness. Some of them may even be reading this very blogument.  Do you feel a slight chill run over you as you read that last sentence?  Can you recall your own actions that have countered my open door, pushed it to almost closed? Think hard. Try looking from a perspective other than your own. Maybe it will be you written about here someday.  Perhaps not. Doesn't hurt to exercise a critical self-analysis every so often, eh. Be very sure that nothing I ever scribble here will drip with malice. Just a touch of insight and reflection. So if you do recognise yourself, please don't take it too badly. It will never be meant that way. So, dear reader, onward with the journey,  the sine wave of life. Much to see and do. And so much to write about.