Cas gwr na charo'r wlad a'i maco

'Cas gwr na charo'r wlad a'i maco'

or

"The native of any area or country who does not love the land which nurtured him is unworthy and to be reviled"

Or so it says on page 13 of this week's Carmarthen Journal. 72 pages of cut down trees and 1 page in Welsh 'Y Dudalen Gymraeg' which compares to the 1/2 page in the 56 pages of cut down trees of the Cambrian News this week. It shares column inches with Sudoku and Crosswords. I thought this was meant to be a Bilingual country. I blame the Industrial Revolution and the laziness of  first language Welsh speakers in accepting the status quo. I thought Kairdiff was bad. Well it appears that already we have the Welsh language version of the Gaeltacht where it is spoken in pockets. My dream of a Welsh Speaking Socialist Utopia is a fair ways off it seems. I'm wondering what I can do as a single middle aged male about the situation. For a while now I have not conformed to the nuclear stereotype. I have been a volunteer tutor of Welsh a few years ago and I have completed an Improver's course in written Welsh at Cardiff University. There are obviously no quick fixes for a situation that has been deteriorating for over a century and a half, since the Industrial Revolution and the influx of Labour and Monoglot Speakers. Saunders Lewis told us in 1962 'Dim byd llai na chwyldroad' nothing less than a revolution will save the language and that Welsh must become an official language before we have self government.
Apart from my impotence and indecision as to what to do for the best I also have a problem with the fact that most Welsh Speakers are now middle class and 'comfortably numb'. Many have made their salaries on the back of the language. Perhaps this is their idea of Revolution. I have Bipolar Disorder and I feel that it is this frustration with something that I cannot control that has contributed to my madness. I wonder if in the future the corridors of the Mental Hospitals of Wales will be filled with people walking up and down in espadrils, mutterring to themselves in Welsh and English about the fact that they did nothing to save the language. There won't be any professionals to hear them. "I'm sorry I don't speak Welsh" will be boomed out in loudspeakers along with the music 'Charmaine' from One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest'. I have to ask the question "What is Wales without its Language"? A very impoverished version of its next door neighbour with towns full of McDonalds and Starbucks. It appears that our media is in the process of selling its soul to the 'diafol' and we are lapping it up, along with our dorritos.

 'Couch Potatoes Cymraeg myn uffarn i'