roulette

there is a strange chirpy imbecility to all predictions about the future, whether they are made by the romans with the chicken guts, of chancellors in the houses of parliament. I mean we all know we make predictions not because we think they will happen (they may or may not), but rather to define a position in past present and future.
We predict the to cap a past, and spin it into a beyond: Pasts are written not at the time or even in the present, but rather in the name of the future we hope will be.
But equally, we pitch the future to talk of the present: The future is the easiest way to describe the current political or social or whatever reality. The future then allows one to navigate what it is here an now; it names the here and now .
Finally in pitching a future, one casts bread upon the water and waits as all gamblers do. If ones predictions actually happen to be right (if the prediction seemed unlikely) the the capital one gains (one way or other) is enormous; and if one s wrong it does not matter much.
The result of source that politics but also economic and auguring in general easily becomes a babble about the future world, and what will be - a politics or a media coverage of delightful fantasy and speculation: The problem of course is that in all this babble actually real problem, become lost or merely just another future that we are wittering about.... A factor that beyond the froth of democracy (as its its assertion is future babble is the best possible), is truly worrying.

shopping around

It is one of those oddities or our current system; At its heart it has a lie about freedom, to which the lie we tell children about Santa Claus is nothing.
And yet these lies are so very subtle.
Take the idea of shopping around.
This is one of those myths - so beautiful as it is impossible.
It imposes upon humanity a task or mission: One must fight, and fight hard not to be ripped off.
Buying anything and everything becomes (potentially) at least is a semi-epic battle, and we all find our place in this war.
There are of course the shopping around heros, who have the time and the mind set to fight and fight again to find the best of bargains. To these 'god like' individuals the world belongs as truly as it belonged to Achilles or Alexander.
The trouble of course is the rest of us as just foot soldiers in this war - the equivalent of the poor souls who the heros of Homer had to whip into war.
And of course whipped we will be (and blamed for our wretchedness), by the system and the laughter of the shopping heros.
Of course one might claim our system was all about freedom while ancient Greece was about coercion.; and yet of course those Heros were free then and now, and the others? us foot soldiers, peasant and grunts? Are they really free born folk, or are they caught in a system not of their own choosing, a system that serves only to blame them for what they cannot be?
Or again we will no doubt claim that at least our system does not kill anyone - our heroism is peaceful:well save if you are an indigenous society or a dweller in shanty town or an orangutan or....
oh well...,.
I am (really) sure we must be better somehow....