Pontifications on a road less travelled. The inexorable march of progress.



A lady I know said, as a throwaway comment, ‘I quite fancy being part of an elite.’ Actually it’s not difficult. Anybody can be a member of an elite. You merely need somebody more deplorable than you to define yourself against.

From then on it’s easy. “We’re the young, the dynamic, the future. (Obviously change the words to suit you and your fellow members of the elite.) They are a lot of people too stupid to read the writing on the wall.”

Fascism starts here. The left has it easy. They have their enemy ready and waiting, plutocrats (whatever they are), the bourgeoisie, landlords, rich men, bloodsuckers. At times over history Jews have found themselves in the list as well, the “rootless cosmopolitan”, “individuals devoid of nation or tribe”.

But fascists have it tougher. You don’t have your enemy ready made, you have to find one. The left is an obvious one, but many fascists have tried to steal at least some of the left’s clothes. This is so that they appear revolutionary enough to appeal to the disillusioned working classes, but centrist enough to ensure they don’t scare the bourgeoisie.


The old classic fascism of rampant nationalism and the strong state is largely dead. Whatever it is we have got now is something far more insidious. We are seeing the English speaking world being divided into the Nice people and the Deplorables. If you’re not one of us and haven’t signed up to what we believe, then it’s open season on you. See the avalanche of memes and cartoons heading in your direction? Suck it up, looser. That’ll teach you to vote for Trump/Brexit/whatever upsets us this week.


In a democracy you have to try and reach out to all people. They’re all your citizens. When the midden hits the windmill they’ll all good enough to have a rifle thrust into their hands before they’re sent of to the front. If they’re good enough to die for us, surely they’re good enough to be worth talking to, listening to, engaging with?

Hint; spitting on somebody in the street, literally or metaphorically, isn’t engaging with somebody.

It’s sad really. I’m old enough to remember when people could debate; when they were confident enough in their own skins to agree that the other person might have a reasonable view. Indeed at one point, if a leading political figure looked at the evidence and changed course, it was considered wisdom and a sign of strength. It wasn’t a U turn and the sign that the hated figure was a weakling.


There again, what do I know?

When Storth arrives home after a long absence, there’s are a few things that need sorting out. Sometimes they can be more complicated than you initially thought.
But at least there are opportunities for an honest man to make money, with maidens to be rescued and tyrants slain, or was it the other way about.
And who uses energy carbines any more? Military fashions have moved on.


“You are Storth, ex-pilot and thief.”

“I have done rather more than that.” Storth sounded genuinely aggrieved.

“Yes but this is meant to be an identity check, not a charge sheet. We also felt mercenary, smuggler and thief verged on the tautological.”

“Oh, well I’m Storth.”

“And you are Hutton, wife of Storth, just a thief.”

“You could call me ‘Hutton, wife of Storth, housewife and thief’ if it makes it any better for your records.”

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10 thoughts on “Pontifications on a road less travelled. The inexorable march of progress.

  1. Stevie Turner October 23, 2018 at 2:10 pm Reply

    We could safely debate back in the days when there wasn’t social media. Social media has a lot to answer for.

    • jwebster2 October 23, 2018 at 2:23 pm Reply

      Yes, it’s allowed people to scream things at each other they’d never dare say face to face. It’s also allowed people to live in silos and not have to spend too much time with ‘the other’ 😦

  2. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt October 24, 2018 at 6:26 am Reply

    Millions died in the ‘world wars.’ That’s not safe debate; that’s slaughter.

    • jwebster2 October 24, 2018 at 7:16 am Reply

      yes, I’m lucky, the young men of my generation had to volunteer to be put in harms way. The two previous generations of young men were conscripted and had no choice 😦

      • Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt October 24, 2018 at 3:19 pm

        Old men have always sent young ones to war.

      • jwebster2 October 24, 2018 at 9:46 pm

        Now it’s women and old men who send young men to die, we have equal opportunities 😦

  3. patriciaruthsusan October 28, 2018 at 9:14 am Reply

    There’s no draft now just poverty. Some volunteer because they see training and a better job in their future. Sometimes it works and sometimes they just get disabled or killed on a foreign battlefield. — Suzanne

    • jwebster2 October 28, 2018 at 11:05 am Reply

      PTSD seems to be by far the commonest and in the UK there are a lot of charities working to support people

  4. patriciaruthsusan October 28, 2018 at 11:25 am Reply

    Offhand I’d say it’s the same in the U.S. —- Suzanne

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