Having held my chair as a “Professor of the Blooming Obvious” for many years, I have to secure my tenure of that un-lofty position by telling you all something that you probably know already very well:
Human history is the record of all the disagreements, misunderstandings, upset feelings and disturbances of the peace of the soul. Wherever these historical things occur, you will find a mighty news-feed emerging from them, like pus from an ulcer. News is the infant form of “History” and is mostly clumsy raw and unrefined, but it gives some idea of what sort of an adult it will turn into.
If you take the people of great countries such as Canada, Australia, and New Zealand for examples, you will find little or no news emerging from them. They just seem to get on with life, and produce hardy, good-humoredly people, who aren’t afraid to work hard to make their honest living, who get on with anyone they meet, refreshing all souls mutually thereby. I worry about their newspaper industries: Their output must be full of stories headlined “Gloves found”, or similar.
How does one explain this phenomenon? Well I think it is all down to the culture or even the “Spirit” of those places. They seem to me to be countries where selfish pity, angry grumbling, back-biting, boastfulness, avarice, seediness, laziness etc etc etc, are NOT highly esteemed.
Rather, family values, honesty, forbearance and forgiveness, heroic virtue, generosity, purity and a love of hard work would be what they aspire to in the majority
The UK used to be like this, but it has grown violently senescent and weak of late and will shortly be put in a padded cell of its own choosing if Brexit succeeds. Of course, that may be for the best. Miraculous cures occur even in a secure ward or a hermit’s cell. Suicides occur there also. We shall see.
So here’s my recipe for the successful future of the human race wherever it is in the whole universe: Make like the colonials, take some barley, hops, malt, water and yeast, ferment it and create a grass-roots culture that talks kindly and freely about the benefits of virtue over vice while drinking this dilute brew, all in the privacy of their friendly neighbourhood public bar.
Forget the spirits and the shots: those are for people who are trying to forget their troubles, or just sleep, (not those who want to engage and fix things), the pseudo-intellectuals who have little healing in their heads but only an awful plenty of infirmities. The future I think lies with the beer-drinking Proles, the ordinaries under the guidance of their Ordinaries.
Subsidiarity is the way all things work for the best, it is the way the universe was designed to function. Let us get with the program.
A return to a less puritanical and tetchy, more neighbourly and slightly less sober society is where the UK must go, if it wants to be more like its succeeding and successful children.