Now, the first thing on the list is knowing where their goalposts are and pretending one is a sheeptoo
(this summer soon, though i do think that one word was the perfect sign of them times, that's so boringly been going on fifty years, and it's so pitiful - pity being the highest form of victimisation, their own, how it all so ramped up .... and i do not speak of 'culture wars' or 'woke' as those are nonsense terms made up by very bored browsers..... nope if like George Borrow you meander among the so called people then you hear it all first hand.... and chronicle it for a decade... two really but especially the lasterone....
.... yes.. "seperatist" fuuny that in a region so totally and utterly comme il faut. Which is very white of course, almost entirely...
But i have always known that the darker folk can look after themselves having actually lived among them not as a 'them' but sharing my motorcycle with little Kathleen that night among the sugar plantations...
Anyway comme il faut means have a fancy hat that says something, even 'identifies' you....as being able to afford a fifty quidder...
rather than only practical need, as actual ruralites long knew how to hat up.... generally not at all as they cost money, and get in the way of herding the actual sheep...
Anyway time stopped when the rains came
What a splendid dry year fair dinkum time to catch up...
Only to remind myself of his splendid word: inscrutable.
But also even if George, rightly, she said "thumbs down to his poetry" one could indeed blame him for the whole pesky Peninsuline theme park .....
Which is of no interest to me except that knowing the source of what dribbled North West as they inherited and themeparkerated into my previous territory and i really did not entirely 'get' it...
so to answer that question: the first item on the list is really understanding. As much as anyone ever can in a society of such dreadful dumbed downness.
(which - it's in an audio one of them, started in the early nineties and the BBC did a fine thing then, calling it out.... )
Really understanding ones actual society not the one they all hide in, the voodoo mumbojumbo 'spiritual' shamaniac 'embodiment' of avoidance of reality version, and avoidance of actual hard work - figuring who we [errata you, i am mainly European, and an actual 'nomad' of sorts, only as i never found a helpmeetable one since all the hocus pocus began] are
Warts and all. Silly hat addictions. Etc etc.... which all add up to the most un "connected" atomised non "community" orientated peeps ever...
In other words all Maggies nippers.... all at each others ankles over the same scraps, as those hats are expensive