Dying to a World of Pain...god and I...more to Part Again...presented by L M B
This is Peter Hitchens' south Mail on Sunday cavalcade
I shall never run into information technology again at present but I ever loved a detail tranquility, modest street in southern Moscow.
For once, there were no gigantic buildings or belfry blocks, just depression, svelte old houses, trees and churches, especially one movingly chosen 'The Alleviation of All Sorrows' which, I expect, is pretty full just at present.
At that place, yous could – only – believe that the old, kindly Russian federation, raped and murdered by Communists, might one twenty-four hours come back. How I wish it could have done.
That conventionalities is all gone now.
Yet for years, I thought I owed that hope to the people I had known and liked in Russia, where I spent two of the about amazing years of my life.
Living in a foreign country, particularly a remote and exotic nation, is a great gift. For the balance of your life it informs everything else you ever see or feel. I am stuck with that at present. I am forced to care about Russia and the Russians.
I don't inquire you to do the same, only to empathize that it is, to me, a duty. And if you recall, as some spiteful people practise, and have said, that I do all this because I am in Russian pay, or a Putin supporter, or because I am not a British patriot, then you are terribly mistaken.
Generations of my family have faced real danger in the War machine. My male parent (who hated Stalin and all his works) ferried tanks to the Soviet Union on the terrible Murmansk convoys, pausing on the style to help sink a German battlecruiser.
My daughter served with the 1st Battalion of the Grenadier Guards as an Intelligence officer, in a forward base of operations in Helmand, in Afghanistan. Her husband, my son-in-law, fought the Taliban face-to-face and was wounded in combat. I am impossibly proud of them all.
The truth virtually patriotism, by the style, is that you experience it far more intensely if you have lived abroad than you do if you take non. And I notice the matter about those who have really faced danger is that they are the least noisy, and the most genuine, about their love of state.
I say what I say near this conflict – particularly that Western stupidity helped to bring it almost – because I believe it to be true.
I also say it because my forebears fought, amidst other things, for my freedom to say what is unpopular. So I would be betraying their legacy if I did not utilize that freedom. I volition not dwell on it. The important affair at the moment is to stand up confronting the wild hysteria that is raging among us.
Information technology is almost funny that music by Peter Tchaikovsky has been removed from a concert because he was Russian. But it is not funny when individual Russians are shunned, as one hears they take been. It is genuinely tragic when sanctions are imposed which will, as usual, ruin the lives of the poor while doing little to harm powerful villains. And information technology is mortiferous serious when unthinking hysteria grips politics and the media.
Too many people remember that information technology is somehow noble and expert to call for more war, more weapons and more fighting. Have they seen war? This conflict must end at some signal. For those caught up in information technology, the sooner it ends the meliorate.
I had the baroque experience last week of beingness attacked for not being compassionate enough, by one Kelvin Mackenzie, who was the editor of The Lord's day paper during its non-very-compassionate 'Gotcha' flow. Too many people seem to find state of war attractive.
More than serious still are continuing calls to widen the state of war with 'no-wing zones' and other unhinged follies. If your business organisation is (as it should be) for the innocent Ukrainian victims of the state of war, give and do all you tin can to aid them.
But do nothing to extend or prolong war, for the longer and deeper the state of war is, the more people will die and be maimed.
Do not forget the most basic rules, that the offset casualty of war is truth and that the just mercy in war is that information technology ends apace. Resist attempts to get you lot to stop thinking.
Maybe the single biggest thing we have learned from this attack is that Russian federation is (every bit I have long argued) not very big, non very rich and non very potent. Its army cannot accomplish its aims.
Putin has, without meaning to, destroyed the Russian bogeyman which we have been told to fright for so long. Information technology would be good if somebody learned something from that, but I don't suppose they will.
Luminous Lucy is lighting up the screen
The new ITV version of The Ipcress File is far better than Len Deighton's rather foreign book and the confusing 1965 moving picture starring Michael Caine.
For once, it captures the contempo past almost effortlessly without forcing all the characters to smoke themselves to expiry.
Every member of the cast is more or less perfect in his or her office, and Lucy Boynton, left, is luminous and subtly witty.
Similar so many other things going on at the moment, information technology makes me long for the enjoyable certainties of the Cold War.
If dope is such a 'soft' drug, why was Kim murdered?
Meanwhile, normal folly continues. I note that, for the tertiary time in xx years, the House of Commons Abode Affairs Commission is to acquit an research into drugs policy. I take no doubt that it will practise as before and take the fashionable line.
It will claim that the non-existent 'state of war on drugs' has 'failed'. It will praise various disastrous attempts around the world to soften the law on drugs. Information technology will ignore the success of Japan and South korea in discouraging drug corruption by prosecuting abusers. It volition be beguiled by the slick smiling marijuana lobby into sympathising with calls to be even weaker in dealing with that terrible drug.
Yet in real Britain, the fruit of these stupid policies, in place for decades, is easily seen. In a recent example of a type which is increasingly common, Charles Dearden, 31, admitted the manslaughter of his mother, Kim Dearden, 63.
Everyone knew he was unsafe. Everyone knew he was a dope smoker. Nobody connected the ii, or did anything serious near information technology.
The day before the criminal offense, he had been taken to a mental hospital after attacking his female parent. Constabulary called to the scene found him stark naked and her with a bloodshot centre and scratch marks on her neck. She told anyone who would listen that she blamed his marijuana employ.
Before long afterwards he was (of course) let out, went home again and stabbed her to death with a kitchen knife, before trying to strangle the family unit dog.
Kim'south final words, heard by a neighbour, were: 'Please leave me alone. Please don't exercise information technology, Charles, don't do it.' Despite the grim tally of its users who have gone violently mad amid us, and the many more than who take simply lost their minds, marijuana is withal crazily viewed as a 'soft' drug. Some people even recollect it is a medicine. Its possession is barely prosecuted.
So now Kim is dead and all the police, judges and psychiatrists in the world cannot bring her back to life. Worse, they and Parliament and much of our media will exercise nada to save the many others who will suffer similar fates in the years to come. Shame on the lot of them.
Source: https://hitchensblog.mailonsunday.co.uk/
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