It’s a predictable question for this time of year, but one which needs to be asked again.
And so this is Christmas
And what have you done?
What exactly? Covered yourself in glory? Or featuring repeatedly on the naughty list? How can you tell?
It has been a year of such rampant evil that you are probably safe in thinking that your minor misdeeds will be easy to ignore. After all, YOU didn’t steal billions to pay your mates fat bonuses. YOU didn’t poison thousands in West Africa and then try to gag elected representatives when they asked questions about it in a legitimate forum. Nor did you kill a single villager in Afghanistan with a mis-directed drone or even vote for Jedward long after it had ceased to be funny. No, all in all, you have had a pretty good year.
But perhaps the Ten Minute Steak went down the wrong way. Or perhaps it didn’t but is instead fuelling the anger: look at the French, they eat tons of steak and they are always angry! Perhaps that is a good thing. I say ‘enough’ to sitting quietly by, no more letting them off the hook for the crap deal they sell us. Time to stop shrugging the shoulders and wearily copping out with a weak ‘but they’re all at it’.
It’s true, of course, they all are. But they can only do it for as long as we allow them to. So together, let us make one resolution we can hopefully stick to beyond January 5th. Namely that we pledge to stop letting these tossers get away with this shit. My language may be foul but my intentions are no less sincere for it. Tomorrow we will start talking about how we do it.
Maybe it comes as a result of being back in the hometown or maybe it is a result of this being one of my favourite Chrimbo songs, but some words of John Lennon’s bear repeating this Yuletide:
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliché that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.
The thing the Sixties did was to show us the possibilities and the responsibility that we all had. It wasn’t the answer. It just gave us a glimpse of the possibility.
Hope this becomes more than a possibility fifty years on. That this time it’s a good one, without any fear.