The Jubilee

When I was writing an earlier pst about Queen Worship, it curiously seemed to take on a life of its own, and morph into the Olympics! They are both part of the same thing, whipping up nationalistic fervour, Nazi Germany style. The Jubilee is a warm-up act for what is to come.

I have given up trying to avoid the Jubilee, which is why I am writing this post! It is harder than avoiding Xmas. It is everywhere. The media, the streets, the red white and blue, the conversation, and of course the atmosphere. Our collective thoughts contain a high dose of Union Jack frenzy, and it is difficult to avoid the collective thought.

If you don’t join in, it is frowned upon. You are a spoilsport, or miserable, or there is something wrong with you for not taking pride in your country. I love the land that is England where I was born and where I live, and I love the people around me, but I am not proud of the state that controls us, taxes us, and goes to war in our name.

A friend told me that she escaped the Royal Wedding last year, by going to France. The airports were quiet, and the staff were trying to watch the wedding on the telly. Sounds like a good time to get past the security.

The papers are already full of it, and it hasn’t even happened yet. Sounds like a good time to bury news. Noone will notice what’s going on, we will all be too busy decorating the streets, having street parties. It’s a massive distraction by government decree. Our energy and attention is all shifted to where they want it to be.

According to the Metro, ¬£424 million has been spent on bunting. That’s a lot of money, and a lot of factory labour, probably child slave labour. 6 million people will be celebrating, they say. They make it sound like a lot, but that’s only 10% of the population, which is interesting.

The Queen herself will be attending horse racing and watching Paul McCartney perform. Well, the real Paul McCartney died in 1966, and this is another game of the elites, wallowing in how they pulled off that particular substitution stunt. Horse racing is a cruel way of controlling one of natures most beautiful creatures, for profit. Jubilee beacons will be lit in the name of The Queen and Rule Britannia, fire energy directed towards the Royalty and the state.

It won’t end after the Olympics. Next on the list will be the Royal Baby, heir to the throne. More pageantry, more sideshow, more distraction, more nationalistic fervour.

If we are collectively in a state of nationalistic fervour, where we have fun street parties, and community gatherings, and good weather all etched into our brains in the name of the Nation, how will we react if someone or something tries to attack our nation state, or appears to attack our nation? Remember, all our good times are to do with our nation state, and national pride. It must be preserved at all costs. Will we endorse war and killing?

As always there is a choice. You don’t have to join in, or you could join in a bit less. The less energy that goes into it all, the less energy is stolen from us.

(See earlier post : Queen Worship)

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2 Responses to The Jubilee

  1. george silver says:

    We seem to be born and enter a World where the game has been going on before we entered. We can either choose to play the game: sit on the sidelines as spectators or start our own game. Which will it be?

  2. suliwebster says:

    Or we could do a bit of each, depending on what feels right at the time. I think that’s probably what I do, anyway.

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