Thursday July 20th 2017Tim
It was kind of
like the School Prefects being called into the
Headmaster's Office to get a jolly good dressing down.
And it was kind of like the Headmaster happened to be
under the influence of mind altering drugs. And yet the
School Prefects instead of suggesting to the Headmaster
that he get a grip, put away the mushrooms for a bit and
maybe read a little history, pottered back to their
Common Room feeling foolish and unworthy.
If my boarding school
analogy is even a little bit correct, it would seem to me
that Gibbon now has his answer to the decline and fall of
the Roman Empire. What happens to civilizations is this. The
commonwealth is sacrificed to the hubris, greed, ill
discipline and ambition of a few truly stupid people. And
here, to revert for a moment to my own Wombat Cuddling
Theory of History always worth remembering that in the
muscular year of 1906 Wombats were classified as Vermin.