I read a passage from a speech by an American businessman the other day. His name is Lee Iacocca and he is the guy who rescued the Chrysler Corporation from its death throes, so he knows a thing or two. It read, “Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder.
We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right
over a cliff and we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind.
But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads
when the politicians say, "Stay the course" Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned "Titanic". I'll give you a sound bite: "Throw all the bums out!" You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore.”
That pretty much sums up my own feelings about the state of this country when I read a paper or watch the news, which I must confess I do less and less as it is so depressing.
It’s not my place to drone on about politics in this blog but I will anyway today as I am totally tired of talentless politicians treating us like imbeciles and bottomless cash cows. The Home Secretary one Jacqui Smith tells us last night knife crime is no more frequent now than ever it was. Excuse me what planet are these people on? Gordon Brown witters on saying we should all be driving round in Fiat 600’s or the like while he drives around in limousines. He came to Oxford to tell us how good public transport is and how marvellous the new buses are and arrived in a convoy of FIVE Range Rovers. You couldn’t make it up. Lee Iacocca is absolutely right let’s throw the bums out.
Right I feel better for that.
Nothing has been happening on the amateur stage as we are still looking for a suitable play for November. However I haven’t been to the last two club nights as my social diary is so hectic you know. Must do better as they say.
Our social secretary is trying to arrange a trip to see ‘Noises Off’ later in the year. This is one of my favourite plays that we staged about six years ago. If you like theatre and like a good comedy this is it. It quite rightly ran in the West End for ages.
Now as will no doubt know today is the anniversary of the death in 1908 of Joel Chandler Harris, the author of Br’er Rabbit. Come on of course you knew that, however this has nothing to do with the fact that I will return to the in-depth analysis of all things amateur theatrical in next weeks blog and promise no more politics for a while.