In the Observer today, the headline:
... leads to an interview with the once-upon-a-time boss of fracking firm Cuadrilla. He brought fracking to UK shores and flooded the halls of power and media outlets with his dream of fracking glory in the UK.
It was so important, so magnificent, so needed... yet today he vaguely mentions that it's probably no big deal afterall; just a bit of a 'test'. Pffft, no harm there then!!
Fuck you
Mr ‘Just a test’
Up yours
Lord “..fracking in the UK doesn’t make much sense.”
After eight bloody years of fighting what this man started in the UK, he flicks it away!! As if nothing much happened. I’ve seen hearts and families broken, lives irreversibly changed and a community under the most intense pressure; having to fight for the right to simply breathe…
YET… media focuses on how awful it is that activists lack manners and need to just calm down… do protest with a bit of dignity, unemotionally maybe? In order to be considerate of gentler sensibilities!
Hush that rage, quell the maternal fire in your belly as you seek to protect your young... just shut up, hold your banner and be polite.
Don't not be, normal.
Is it any wonder we’re seeing a rise in mental health issues? It’s not just the endocrine disrupting chemicals, austerity and illness – there’s a sort-of sense of the insanity around us and at the helm in our world; reflected too in a lacklustre media that peddles anything BUT the issue that trumps all others.
Is the future survivable?
There’s the realisation that those with any power to do anything about ensuring it is – aren’t. They’re squabbling over dates, tweaking at the edges, like a kid pushing unwanted peas round a plate…
And we’re still walking through our days.
Going slightly mad
justifiably crazy
about the inactivity
total stupidity
neutered ability
of systems of state
to operate
in any way fit to satiate the needs of a thirsting planet and its humanity
Today an 8-year plea, a desperate need to make a dream reality... crashed down to land lightly with a whimper...
and a Lord’s dainty slipper kicks it away.
......................
I can't find the words to really describe fully how this feels... the image barely touches the surface
Ex-BP boss John Browne: ‘It’s going to take a long time to take oil and coal out of the energy system’
... leads to an interview with the once-upon-a-time boss of fracking firm Cuadrilla. He brought fracking to UK shores and flooded the halls of power and media outlets with his dream of fracking glory in the UK.
It was so important, so magnificent, so needed... yet today he vaguely mentions that it's probably no big deal afterall; just a bit of a 'test'. Pffft, no harm there then!!
Fuck you
Mr ‘Just a test’
Up yours
Lord “..fracking in the UK doesn’t make much sense.”
After eight bloody years of fighting what this man started in the UK, he flicks it away!! As if nothing much happened. I’ve seen hearts and families broken, lives irreversibly changed and a community under the most intense pressure; having to fight for the right to simply breathe…
YET… media focuses on how awful it is that activists lack manners and need to just calm down… do protest with a bit of dignity, unemotionally maybe? In order to be considerate of gentler sensibilities!
Hush that rage, quell the maternal fire in your belly as you seek to protect your young... just shut up, hold your banner and be polite.
Don't not be, normal.
Is it any wonder we’re seeing a rise in mental health issues? It’s not just the endocrine disrupting chemicals, austerity and illness – there’s a sort-of sense of the insanity around us and at the helm in our world; reflected too in a lacklustre media that peddles anything BUT the issue that trumps all others.
Is the future survivable?
There’s the realisation that those with any power to do anything about ensuring it is – aren’t. They’re squabbling over dates, tweaking at the edges, like a kid pushing unwanted peas round a plate…
And we’re still walking through our days.
Going slightly mad
justifiably crazy
about the inactivity
total stupidity
neutered ability
of systems of state
to operate
in any way fit to satiate the needs of a thirsting planet and its humanity
Today an 8-year plea, a desperate need to make a dream reality... crashed down to land lightly with a whimper...
and a Lord’s dainty slipper kicks it away.
......................
I can't find the words to really describe fully how this feels... the image barely touches the surface
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