horsemouth has no affection for the windsor puppet show (nor the westminster one neither). he is no respecter of persons. god save the king? no way. fuck off! which one do you reckon? probably young king andrew (the ladies choice). a safe pair of hands as the lawyers say.
bring forth the guillotine says horsemouth.
meanwhile we await the detail on the plan to stop us all freezing to death this winter. as usual the government will skimp on helping the people who really need it and splurge on helping the people who don't really need it (and we will all pay for it later - allegedly - but it is in fact on the never-never er. if the financial markets (aka. the bankers) let this bill be bounced on them. ah they will, for increased consideration).
inflation (price rises) attack your ability to reproduce your labour value driving down the real cost of labour but critically (like debt) driving people into work to ensure their survival. it drives labour discipline - because people cannot afford to lose their jobs.
at work the value of people's labour travels from the people to the rich and in (almost) every deed of consumption too. debt is a powerful driver - the parody song I owe! I owe! It's off to work we go is often sung first thing. what better way than to mediate debts than through the state.
it is just as possible to run capitalism under the sign of penitential lent as under the sign of luxurious carnival.
of course it makes more sense to windfall tax the excess profits of the power companies in exchange for guaranteeing them payment (there is, to be fair, a war going on). but that, for various ideological reasons, is not what's going to happen.
horsemouth is trying to hide out in the hills and eek out a living on his limited savings - of course inflationary spirals and increasing energy bills, food prices etc. will not help. nonetheless so far it seems to be going ok.
yesterday's discovery? some courgettes left out by a church group that does a foodbank (than you godly dudes). further reading of the ethics of life writing (an imagined conversation with a dead father at cricket match). the latest thrift-a-life video - 'for a slumbering market' this guy is his own zola, a diagnostic tool for hoarding and horders (and a mild friendly conversation about hoarding (and fathers)).
today a walk. possibly a meet up with howard later.
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