LET THEM EAT GRASS
My very first go. Please share widely. This is a matter of life and death.
A few weeks ago I wrote a piece that included these words:
“We are involved in an existential battle for the human soul.”
Why did I write that? Gaza of course. Ricky Sunak and Keir Starmer, the leaders of both major political parties in our country, are enthusiastically applauding and cheering on the Genocide of all the Palestinian People, men, women, and children. They are joined in this calumny by Joe Biden and Donald Trump in the USA and the heads of state of all the NATO countries in the EU silently intoning the mantra “Let Them Eat Grass” If only we were asleep, if only this was a bad dream. If only we could just wake up and the children of Gaza would no longer be starving to death. Have you ever seen a starving child. I have, in books about Belsen, that my Mum used to keep hidden, out of our sight, in the bottom drawer of her desk in the front room.
“We didn’t even have a front room.”
Ok, have you got a phone? Good. Go to X, there, see those dead children in Gaza, yup the very thin ones. And that older kid collecting grass to feed his siblings.
“Yeah, we see them, that’s all very well, but what can we do?”
We can have a revolution. A democratic revolution. Use our vote.
“But how? Labour and Conservative are both lead by genocidal maniacs”
I know that.
Ok, here’s the plan.
George Galloway showed us the way in Rochdale.
We put mainstream politics to one side at least for one election in one constituency.
“What do you mean one constituency?”
Holburn and St Pancras in London.
“But that’s Keir Starmer’s seat, one of labours safest seats”
Exactly. We persuade the entire labour electorate in Holburn and St Pancras to vote for ANDREW FEINSTEIN an independent anti genocide candidate.
“But that would mean Keir Starmer losing his seat, so he couldn’t be prime minister”
Exactly.
Thank you Sir for your continuous support and vocal caring of humanity.
Thank you Mr. Waters for all the Music, Pink Floyd and Solo Music and for caring for All Human Souls on Earth. I named my son after you. Andre Desrochers in Ottawa Canada.