Tragedy at Sea World.

So Orcas are pissed off. Wouldn’t you be if you’d been trained to kiss your mother-in-law in front of a thousand people by something the size of a vole? And to live in a ‘world’ you could circumnavigate in a second or two. And all you get is fish. It must be even worse than a job in a call centre, but marginally better than teachers who have to share their bowl with thirty odd piranhas. We’re not nice to Orcas; we love ‘em but we’re not nice to them; a bit like family. But at least they’re fighting back. I would be thrilled to see a call centre telephone answering operative grab his supervisor in his huge jaws and shake him till his eyes fall out, his brain is whisked and he needs thousands of pounds of dental work. Just reward for perpetrating misery to all concerned I say. No, we humans should stop perpetrating misery however much it makes sound economic sense. How on earth did we come by that idea in the first place? ‘How can we make everyone miserable by earning money so they can buy things to alleviate their misery?’ It’s like Bob Newhart’s description of tobacco, “….don’t tell me, you stick it in your mouth and set light to it!” The five-day week only came in relatively recently when Cornish tin mine owners wanted a good return on their machinery investment. Before that we turned up for work when we felt like it and needed a little extra wool. Wool got, we went home again. Because the average person doesn’t need to work five days a week to recoup their wool costs those mine owners set in place a regime of overproduction which requires the stimulation of avarice which requires vast amounts of advertising which causes stress and unhappiness which requires therapists which require legislation and so on. And our stock piled purchases of this overproduction require security and double glazing and frequent trips to the tip to throw it all away again which require large areas of landfill. It is in the nature of unforeseen consequences that the purchase of subterranean rolling stock should one day ruin the world. Orcas on the other hand are, with the odd exception, still quite happy with a reasonable supply of fish.