“Good Lord, Agonia, will you take a look at this!” One wonders if anything will shock over in Blighty any more. Or, have they finally exhausted decency.
The blog...and the comments…show, to me anyway, the insidious nature of the creepy materialism that has gotten into our minds and souls, like the cold and damp of a British winter infects the very bones. It is an ache.
Wars and crises over the years (broadcast in real time and live on TV) have hardened us to those horrors we were once blissfully unaware of, and in that ignorance thought ourselves incapable of descending to. Too late we learned, shuddered and were sickened. Now? Time has removed all sense of horror at the millions lost last century; the hundreds of millions shot, bombed, burned, starved and neglected to death. Some, many, even doubt it happened.
And so this begins to occur, slowly first, and spread, a plague of materialism, a coarsening of intellect, a hardening of heart, a selfish willingness to think anything, to consider any option for comfort and ease in the name of self. In the names of one extreme sort of materialism or other they participate willingly in worse horrors and propose little domestic horrors-a- day to cure a headache, improve a soft drink or cookie, to warm a swimming pool.
The “wonderful” promises of advances in medicine and science if we just ignore our common humanity allow us to forget that in many ways those advances come at the expense of life, and what was thought, once, our special place in the order of the world, and the dignity that place gave us…creatures of matter and spirit joined. This latest is thought so little of other than a means of recycling something which would be left to rot. Imagine how many profitable acres could be reclaimed for malls and sub-divisions from cemeteries? Imagine Arlington as a Hyatt resort, a Four Seasons, a Ritz-Carlton? Why not? What is the corpse of s soldier but dead flesh and good fuel. Did he not serve his country in life? Why not serve as well dead?
Now as this article accompanying the blog post tells us we can and should entertain thoughts about good and practical things to do with our leftovers and if we can think of doing it, why, then we should do it. I do hope, at least, that they will make sure to save the hair, the fillings, the eyeglasses and the dentures before they fire up the furnace.
Oh, yes, and the fat, too, wonderful as an engine lube, don’t you know.
“Darling, since you put Grandpa’s Own in the car, we’ve lost that nasty ping and knocking and gotten another 10mpg. out if it.” “Yes we have, Agonia. Best move I ever made, my pet.”
As you’ll see from the comments to the good priest’s blog post, at least one of his interlocutors finds little if anything wrong with the idea. Good St. Johnathan Swift, Pray for us!