Graeme Dinnen

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Just Ice

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He was young, earnest, cheeks still shiny with that naïve petroleum of youth, and he told me with the candour of the desperate that he was ready to kill. Ready to blow something up. Ready to sacrifice himself on the altar of corruption, so long as someone handed him the address.

His problem wasn’t courage, it was Google Maps. He didn’t know where to shoot or even who first. And that’s where we are: an entire generation cocked and loaded with frustration, without a target worth the ammunition.

Violence, I said, is not the answer. Which is precisely why the great and sinister ‘They’ are trying to provoke it. They want war the way toddlers want sugar. They want division, chaos, brother against brother, neighbour grassing neighbour, all of us sniping across ideological trenches dug by government mandarins and corporate meat-packers.

London is in a slow-motion nervous breakdown, the UK playing out its gothic opera of decline, Canada spiralling politely downwards, Washington and Los Angeles federalised like bad theme parks.

Pick a city, any city, and watch it curdle.

We are fed up. Beyond fed up. The stomach lining is gone, the acid is eating the ribs. And yet….what to do? The creator, if you believe in such a thing, surely didn’t leave us naked and empty-handed, waiting to be chewed up by Davos and Deloitte.

There are always tools at hand. A famine looms? Grow your own potatoes. A plague of Big Pharma? Brew up dandelion tinctures and elderflower teas and laugh in the face of Rockefeller’s ghost.

The surveillance state? Thwart it with Linux, with clunky, un-Google phones that look like Soviet calculators. The central bank’s digital shackles? Pay your debts in silver, seeds, and carrots pulled from the back garden. There’s a kind of defiant romance in it: rebels with spades instead of bombs.

But spades only get you so far. What really thrills our narrator is not the potato patch but The Law. Not Westminster’s bloated bureaucracy, not the legal spaghetti of statutes and codes, but capital-L Law: the divine, universal, natural operating system that supposedly sits above all man-made fictions.

We have, so the pitch goes, been blinded to our birthright by word games, fogged up in jargon, cowed by judges in silly wigs. The maze is a trick, the court a pantomime, the law library a con. Step out of it, remember the natural order, and suddenly you’re not a defendant, you’re a sovereign being in tune with the cosmos.

It’s all very Matrix-meets-Magna Carta. And, in the grand tradition of this sort of revelation, there is of course a course.

A programme. A series of videos. “Law for Mankind,” seven bite-sized sermons that promise to untangle the straw man, peel back the myths, and usher you into freedom. The instructors are Greg and John who unpick the fraud of centuries.

You don’t even need to spend years wading through the UCC like Dickensian sewage. Ten minutes a pop and voilà, you’re a Freeman of the Universe.

It’s easy to sneer, but there’s also something oddly touching in the enthusiasm. Our world is sagging under the weight of corruption and incompetence; faith in institutions is so threadbare it wouldn’t line a hamster cage.

Into that vacuum rush these alternative gospels: not politics, not guns, but lettuce patches, silver coins, and cosmic jurisprudence.

And yet there is solace here. A narrative, a shape, a way of grabbing the frayed ends of a collapsing society and weaving them into something that feels like agency. “Live by The Law,” they say, “and you will be protected by God, by Nature, by the Universe.”

It’s magical thinking with homework assignments. But maybe magical thinking is what we have left.

So the young man, itching to kill, is pointed instead towards tomatoes, dandelions, Linux kernels, and a seven-lesson video series. It may not topple empires, but it might just save him from becoming another grim footnote in the cycle of futile violence.

And if you’re going to put your faith in something, why not The Law, with its capital L? It has a nicer ring to it than “Department of Just Ice,” and it comes with a vegetable garden.

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3 responses to “Just Ice”

  1. marta avatar

    I am so pleased you mentioned Frank Caprio………and its to be hoped others will follow….but I have my doubts………that sort compassion comes from poverty and struggle…………to see others as oneself…..to put yourself in another’s shoes and know how it feels ……when I came here 35 years ago I learned that lesson too……….I gave all my rights away by being threatened by my narcissistic husband and my psycho sister who was always jealous of our life in Hong Kong…….it lasted 5 years before she threw him out…….and he simply moved on to the next victim and has lived a life of luxury in Australia……….Naively I thought I would get a job teaching and all would be fine……….but..years of having so little money I often lived on rice and cabbage …………I just managed to pay for gas bottles (but was frugal with showers), electricity and water………..I can now say I am a better person……..most of my friends are German……..the middle class English are boring and asleep in the main……..I admire the Germans who come here in broken down vans, sometimes live in caves and can build anything from rocks and bits of wood………they are deep and thoughtful……..a life with so little money is the evil of our world………..and yet, and yet……..it produced Frank………..and pushed me to see the person not the environment………..’Dont look for comfort’ the wise ones say, an easy life stunts growth……….and reminds me of the Castaneda story where he and Don Juan are looking from a hotel window onto a closed restaurant where street children were allowed by the owner to finish the left over food……Castaneda was appalled, .but Don Juan said that these children had the opportunity to become ‘Men of knowledge’…………’The law is an ass’….but Frank used it to help those who were desperate and poverty stricken…..God bless Frank….RIP

  2. Graeme avatar

    Agreed. I used to work with a man who was once a court manage in Englandr. He was sickened by the number of ordinary people who were fined, ruled against or even lost their homes to a fraudulent legakl system He ended up resigning and helping propr understand their rignhts and the LAW notthe LEGAL. It’s all suppported by fear.

  3. marta avatar

    There are old people here who are afraid to go to the Camera..they cannot read or write and feel inferior………but they GROW THE FOOD…..they have my deepest respect…

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