Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 11 June 2016
Live and let live
I quite often I come back from a little holiday with a sort of catch-phrase or motto which I have been mulling over whilst away, and this is the one for this last trip.
There are plenty of pubs in England called this, and some 18th century drinking glasses are engraved with it. Curiously, it is applied to hunting and shooting activities more than any other - maybe as a stock excuse for bad shots.
The aspect of 'live and let live' which caused me the greatest mulling-over, is that it is most often used by meat-eaters without any sense of contradiction. How can this be?
The people who would benefit the most by adopting it as a motto - I am thinking of ISIS and certain homophobic, fundamental Christians - detest the message. I suppose it smacks of the broad way leading to hell.
That scene in The Deerhunter where the Vietnam vet has the stag lined nicely up in the sights before lowering the gun, is what it is all about, as far as it literally goes.
Putting the fish back into the river after a hard-won fight; admiring tonight's potential dinner purely for its ability to fly; not killing the snake just because it is venomous; not killing spiders just because you are an arachnophobe; being at peace with yourself and all other living creatures; knowing how and where you fit into the world, without fear or the irrational hatred which springs from it, does not take the redness from the teeth and claws of nature.
'The best form of defence is attack', is what frightened people say.