That is how we approach the cusp, the tipping point, the edge…
It’s how we work, it is what it is to be human, it is indeed the basis of many children’s games, to move just one millimetre from where you are, it’s such a tiny distance, nothing really can be changed by it.
But millimetres add up.
If you declare that according to the law in the UK you will not have sex with anyone under 16 years of age when you yourself are twenty, then the next day declare that you will have sex with a girl just one day younger than the girl you had sex with yesterday, in just 1,500 days you will be having sex with a pre-pubescent girl.
Of course it goes the other way too, limits can be raised and things can be made retroactive, in current political history the age at which you are eligible for a state pension is remaining in effect a fixed distance into the future, as with each couple of years passing the age limit gets raised a couple of years.
This is why we still have taxes, one off temporary things that were declared to be funding the current war, and they just kept getting extended.
The same things happened with copyright, Mickey Mouse and the Beatles will never pass into the public domain.
What we are seeing now, and what I was able to predict quite easily, in the sociopolitical movings and shakings in the near east, is a classic example of this, one millimetre at a time.
Nobody thinks the frog is either going to jump out of the water, or die, after all, it is just one more degree of temperature in the water.
It’s just one more pair of shoes the wife buys, it’s just one more day some asshole takes your designated parking space, it’s just one more inch the fast bastard in the next seat encroaches into your fucking seat that you paid for.
My parents generation were the ones left behind or ordered to stay behind when Singapore fell, they worked on the Burma railways, the ran the winter convoys to Murmansk, they stayed at home and saw entire cities burn, and if they were from any other European nation the story would have been broadly similar.
Too late, they remembered the stories *their* parents told *them*, and it was always the same, and never the story told in the history books.
Oh yes, the bloody Germans did not send an answer to a letter by 11 am the next day, so we will declare fucking war, a second at a time, a minute at a time, and hour at a time, a millimetre at a time, because god knows being late in responding is a much more serious matter than starting a world war….
…. because all of the events and politics and bullshit from 1918 to 1939 have no meaning whatsoever, it is THIS millimetre, THIS second, THIS exchange rate, THIS sale, that tips the balance, oh no, it is most certainly NOT the case that we all together only got to this point by dancing together for the past 20 years, pushing each other another millimetre at a time.
Oh no.
So I send a message to a skank I know, but rarely converse with, what’s the point, she is a fucking airhead, and a liar, and a wimminz, so I guess the previous verbs are superfluous, asking her is she is looking forwards to world war three, having just read this..
guess what her response is, well, she doesn’t know shit, but apparently her fucking grandad has been saying this exact same stuff…. go figure.
Now it transpired Erdogan in Turkey was thinking about a USS Liberty style operation in Syria, hence the sudden block on jewtube and twatter (sic), he was trying to stop the leak.
Seems the global surveillance and monitoring stuff is a two edged sword, whodathunkit…but being hoist by your own petard is rapidly turning into an international sport this past year or so, and of course all the politico’s are all quite happy if someone with no face and no name in a far away land decides to go and get hisself killed, hooyah..
Cos everyone is so wrapped up in their own millimetre, their own square yard of mc-mansion on interest only liar loan, they never really think about the other guy, and his millimetre, and that guy over there, and his millimetre, and that other guy over there, and his millimetre.
And then one day someone does something they think is perfectly reasonable and trivial, and tells someone else, either you do this, or do not do that, trivial thing, by this time, or it’ll have to be war old son….. knowing that there is no way the other guy will actually *not* comply, not over one tiny millimetre, it’s just not worth it.
And these people, and their advisers, and backers, and colleagues, are apparently the last ones to get the memo, and then they act all sad and sorrowful and surprised and shocked, and announce what everyone with half a functioning brain has been expecting for weeks, if not months, if not longer, that now we the blue team are at a state of war with the red team.
