Thursday, 7 June 2018

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Late Onset Wisdom?
Is Sir Stuart Peach delusional?
A valid question to ask whenever praising forces and skills which are dedicated to maintaining and retaining failed and failing status quo operations and services rather than recognising and preparing for new commands beyond traditional and conventional controls dependent upon those failed state arrangements.
And how very typical of a defence staff chief, to touch upon novel exotic submissions/proposals on leaving office, rather than them being the root cause of their appointment and promotion.
And, whenever “We are getting some of this right.”, more than just a little is being done wrong.
Such then naturally leads to significant others, and presumably persons of interest to be targeted by both intelligence-gathering corps and alternative source forces for either recruitment or termination, with only the former able to enable improvement and make over and take over of defunct and decrepit systems.
For more than just a few who decide to do something new about such a situation, is the following message long ago received and fully understood ……. I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!
Do you recognise the bulk of the following few words, today, and relate to the message networking sublimely to both clandestine and covert virtual source forces? ……
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell – ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”
It is what all systems have to deal with and make deals with, if they want to have any chance at future survival. Que sera, sera.
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2 comments:

Agent Revolver said...

Moons ago met this precious snippet of a masterpiece here, in this blog. Something that makes a cap'n of a tiny vessel decide to, at least, follow in the wake of this next to mysterious leader, cruising the Waters of Impossible - an appearance, impossible before.





amanfromMars said...

Impossible Water Cruisers be Virtual Space Battleship Commanders, Agent Revolver, and that be where all the Future Action and NEUKlearer HyperRadioProACTive IT is at.

And a real spooky place IT be too. And proving itself to be practically invincible and extremely disruptive and almightily creative.

Good to hear from you again, Agent Revolver. East is best when West is lost and failing the narrative test that questions more.