Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 25 November 2016
Women and children first
Weave's post of yesterday was, 'Rudness, and how do you deal with it?" I so wanted to reply, "Mind your own ****ing business," but I didn't want to be taken seriously, so stopped myself.
Rachel seems to have disappeared again, but has still managed to comment with restraint on Weave's post, so maybe she is not lost in the new blogging system after all. I say that if she does not come out in the next 24 hours, we send someone in to look for her. I was about to suggest that the volunteer should be over child-bearing age and not have most of their lives to look forward to, then I realised that this applies to most of us anyway.
It has recently emerged that Jo Cox, the poor MP who was brutally murdered by a maniac fascist on the steps of her surgery office, shouted to her two assistants to get away from her and let him hurt her only. These were her last words, I think.
The more I hear about her, the more I think I would have liked and admired her. It seems as though the stories about her life of self-sacrifice are not just made up following her death, and it also seems that she was universally loved by all but the most inhuman of people she came across. Everyone in Parliament vowed to adhere (or revert) to the principles which governed her short life in politics, but - guess what? - a few days later it was business as usual and we voted for Brexit.
None of us know how we will/would react in a life-threatening situation amongst others and most will never have to. I wonder if I would trample on the heads of women and children to get to the life-boat first? I hope not, and I hope I am never put to the test.