From Mumbai to Baghdad (Words of wisdom from Edmund Blackadder)
Right, I don’t need to remind you that we live in desperate times - and I’m not (necessarily) talking about reality TV, Paris Hilton’s taste in lap dogs or the world wide economic meltdown.
All of those things are, admittedly, dire enough but, in the end, if you get blown up in Baghdad or shot in Mumbai, chances are your last thoughts won’t be on the ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ jury - and even the Dow Jones won’t register high on your list of concerns, while you are being burnt alive inside the holy house of your choice, or raped and mutilated in the course of some ‘honour’ attack.
I’m sure that I don’t need to remind you that war and destruction are as much part of us as that famous ‘mom’s apple pie’ is to the American fabled heartlands - and yet, we do tend to forget about these serious man made cancers, while we worry about the various unsightly but relatively harmless celebrity pimples on our collective face.
It’s how the human heart copes, I suppose: By looking away from things that might upset us, or give us any serious insights into our own, very flawed souls.
Ah well, I can’t say I’m in the mood for much human soul searching either, today. So, I’ll just shut up and let Edmund Blackadder speak for all of us:
“A man may fight for many things: his country, his principles, his friends, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child. But personally I’d mud wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock, and a sack of French porn.”
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