Why are many of WW2 generation are worried about the rise of fascism?

Fighter against the Nazis Medal
Fighter against the Nazis Medal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Think Left

At a time, when those British soldiers killed in war are remembered, it is salutary to focus on why many of the WW2 generation are so nervous about the parallels between the 1930s and now.

“What no one seemed to notice,” said a colleague of mine, a philologist, “was the ever widening gap, after 1933, between the government and the people. Just think how very wide this gap was to begin with, here in Germany. And it became always wider. You know it doesn’t make people close to their government to be told that this is a people’s government, a true democracy, or to be enrolled in civilian defense, or even to vote. All this has little, really nothing to do with knowing one is governing.

 What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in…

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Nonsense at bedtime

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English: Bust of Nero at the Capitoline Museum...
English: Bust of Nero at the Capitoline Museum, Rome (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Call it a day…. to a depressed i person it seems like a century,even a millenium,

So being depressed prolongs life!

I called off the frogs,but they didn’t speak English so they were all over her supine body.
I called her a bitch on the warpath so now  I sleep in the coal shed.
Call  her the hottest woman in the town and she’ll wonder how you can know
Can it bark?Can it  teach exponential nonsense? It’s a brain dogImage
I had can of worms  on and my wife ate them raw…… made me feel dead  weird.
I said ,can  dogs bite,not I want a pint!But since you asked….I’ll have five pints and the dog will have a pot of tea with no sugar.Bedankt voor yer mutter
She smiled as she opened her can of charms….she keeps them hidden deep
Why can’t you have your snake and beat it ?
Why do they say I can’t hold a candle to his ex-wife?I’ll hold an electric fire to her…I’m evil now as being good harmed me.. and how!
I can’t nudge a dirty  book  under  the bed cover since we got a duvet.What is the answer?
  I can’t learn to swim without seducing his daughter…I mean,warming the water!
I can’t say anything rough about him, you know…. he’s got a big fist and I have two black eyes already.I can’t have three!
You can’t tease blood out of a  hare’s lip… ..don’t you have yur own blood?
You can’t teach an old bag like me new tricks,so it’s the missionary’s precision.
Can  a woman carry a sunbeam?It’s light and they’re fantasticImage
  Because of the dancer flaming  up on stage. a fire was lit and it was like Nero was back on earth.I even played my violin.Actually it was a cello but the heat shrank it..I am being dishonest.It only became a viola.The strings are just one octave above the cello’s
He gave me £100   per stroke….now he’s paralysed
Cash in on your hips and have a baby
Cash is flung out daily from the top window… then  it’s blowing in the wind,as it were
Gnash your teeth again please.then say cheese.
Winter casts a long shadow on me… it’s my fiancee following my ass
The cat got my wedding ring.I was totally mute… then I said,Are you getting married and the cat answered:Well a cat may look at a ring!I hope the cat leaves my mobile phone alone.?I saw her kiss it once when it played,Sally,Sally,queen of our alley,you’re more than my whole world to me

The Opening of Eyes

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Teacher as Transformer

I spent a great two weeks at home. I concluded my time away with a wonderful weekend in Seattle where I attended a poetry weekend, along with about 150 others, facilitated by David Whyte. A major theme was asking beautiful questions: questions we need to ask that show stories in our lives that are possibly outdated. We open our eyes for what appears to be the first time and there is a renewal.

An important part of beautiful questions is they guide us towards new horizons. We feel grounded by home’s foundations and  drawn forward from that stable place in imaginative ways. There is something spiritual and biblical about this feeling as we find the courage in our hearts to let go in ways we had never imagined possible.

That day I saw beneath dark clouds

the passing light over the water

and I heard the voice of the…

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A sorry story

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No human being comforts my sore heart

No human being looks with favor on my doubts.

Yet still I ate a tasty  apple tart

And went to bed in nothing but a clout.

No human being loves me as I am

No human being wants to comfort me.

Yet still  today  I shall have cakes and jam.

And drink ten   mugs of  boiling  China tea.

No human being looks inside my soul

No human being  cares about my cares.

Yet still today I’ll eat a bacon roll.

And spray some perfume on my golden hair

For God helps those who help themselves to most.

So I shall  talk with his lamented Ghost