The Eleventh.
A Sceptic's Point of View.
DIARY ENTRY with a Hint of Metaphorical Poetry. Oof you Lucky Lot!
Quite neat when you think about it really.
"A Foley artists dream" one said on the Social Networks this morning.
11/11/11 at 11:11 and 11 seconds.
I guess people were expecting another meteorite to hit today.
The irony of the world ending on a day that we commemorate the life of the millions that lost theirs for our freedom, is just too much for me to bear.
I'm not a fan of war, if I'm honest. But let's face it - Society 80 plus years ago was certainly a lot different. Families had modernist values, and men being the "alpha" specimen were all too ready to get out there and kill another man. This may be a poor judgement call but I can't get to grips with that.
People should be remembered however - for the fact that they died for our freedom. I am not highly big on the Nazi Manifesto if I'm totally honest. So I am glad what was fought for was won.
But the propaganda that existed back in the mid-1940's as a walking advertisement to get Men to enlist themselves to "FIGHT FOR YOUR COUNTRY" (a phrase that is so overused it makes me want to throw up) exists today, on a grander scale.
It is sat in every household with the families watching television, in any newspaper or magazine that is sat on the shelf in the local big-name branded supermarket, with it's eldest son - Prejudice.
They walk around together. Watching each others backs, like a real father/son relationship. The irony of that is of course however, they make it to the Jeremy Kyle set every morning at around half past eight for Jam and Crumpets in the Green Room, before the show goes live at Nine-Twenty-Five.
Many say they are the shamans of the world - this telekinetic father/son relationship. Just one touch of either and it is embedded with you for your entire life.
On that note. TRUST YOUR COUNTRY. THEY WILL LOOK AFTER YOU. WE PROMISE.
Happy Armistice!
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