England, My England!

They've blown the goddam hill apart! I mean the whole fukn hill, literally ripped open!! And through the huge gaping wound stream cars as the M40 rips into Oxfordshire just north of Stokenchurch. The StonedHolyDreamWagon is but one small moving part of the huge journeying floodtide. Maybeez seein' that hill cleaved open and looking at distant chequerboard hedgerows laid upon England's Green Counterpane unfurled in splendour before you, you could bemoan environmental damages wrought for and by the automobile......but right now ahm thinking it's no use Living in a Bubble n no use Singing the Bedroom Blues ; So with Pistons Pumping and Hot Rubber Wheels turning atop smooth tarmacadam I rush headlong into the Heart of England, where apples swell on heavy boughs and cows distil the brimming pastures.

The huge furnace glow of the sun burns orange behind lavender clouds as day´s end draws near.  I push down on the throttle a little harder and speed onwards to the rumbling spires of Oxford, leavin´the motorway behind me, particulates blazin´......and soon I am plunged into the Heaving Bosom of Merry Old England.!!

Except, I´ll wager, not so merry these days as Osbourne´s Phoney Austerity bites!......but instead of filling the streets and lobbing some bricks the Freeborn Englishman repairs to the pub and downs a pint of bitter whilst grumbling to his neighbour. Except he doesn´t ! He can´t afford it! So instead he stocks up on cheap booze down the supermarket and gets hammered in the privacy of his own home..... and hasn´t uttered a word to his neighbour in the five years they´ve lived next door to each other!

Oh, but at least an Englishman´s home is his Castle. Except it isn´t, is it?!  Five million people waiting for a council house that ain´t being built means our Freeborn Englishman is currently residing in a bedsit  (which incidentally, if it were still a council house like it used to be, would be illegal to let in the condition it is in!) and needs to claim housing benefit to pay the ridiculously inflated rent! Meanwhile Chancellor Goebbels Osborne promises free handouts of taxpayers money with the hare-brained exercise in crass ideology that is ´Help to Buy´ to fix the problem!!!

Ok, things might not be peachy but John Bull can still enjoy a game of cricket on the village green surely! O but he can´t! The village doesn´t have a cricket team anymore now that most of the houses in it are 2nd homes or holiday homes......and now that the village is empty the school, the pub and the post office have all shut up shop and the only place open is the Indian takeaway!!

In Ye Olden Days, Robin Hood may have stole from the rich to give to the poor but that ain´t happening now as the gulf between the haves & the have nots widens irrevocably and society tears along the non-existent middle!! Does our Little Englander blame the people responsible - the free market zealots whose motto ´Greed is Good´ and whose vile self-interest and money-grabbing corruptions resulted in state intervention to the tune of  500 billion pounds? No!! He blames an imagined invasion of immigrants and asylum seekers...... and maybe over 600,000 Public sector Employees losing their job will sort that pesky deficit problem out!....or maybe it´s because of thick, ill-informed working class oinks like him that  ´The Sun´ (owned by multimillionaire Aussie, Rupert Murdoch!) and ´The Daily Mail´ (owned by  Mr. Cameron´s good friend and repugnant Tory arse-licker, Harold Jonathan Esmond Vere Harmsworth, 4th Viscount Rothermere) are the nation´s biggest selling newspapers !!

The Stoned Holy Dream Wagon phutters to a halt in the shadow of Cleeve Hill, highest point in the Cotswolds, and still somewhat dreamy from my Bucolic Reveries, I breath the Goodly and Pastoral Airs : William Blake, Stoned & Holy Mystical Dreamer that he was, may well have dreamed of building a new Jerusalem in England´s Green & Pleasant Land but the SToNeDHolyBLoggeR thinks Fat Chance!!

Ah England, My England!