… until it is the end of the world.
… until it is the end of the world.
I feel sick.
All the stuff about Labour failing to capture hearts and souls, never mind minds, about demographic shifts, about fundamental changes in the real world which haven’t even registered in the hall of mirrors in the Palace of Westminster, is all very well …
… but 37% of voters chose the c.… whatever.
People are not stupid … this is what they want … this is their choice … this is not about a crap system, a corrupt elite … people are just mean.
… not you.
Us as in us the voters? Us as in them? You as in us? Do media magnates get to choose? Do we ask Siri before we fucking vote?
I must have been traumatised by that scene from Cabaret … it’s a bit of a motif.
UKIP, Conservative, Lib Dem, Labour … is Natalie Bennett on “immigration” the only one who will speak up against all that “Immigration Controls” euphemistic shit? Is George Monbiot on election issues the only one who will call a spade a spade and not a ni… whatever?
Has the world actually gone completely mad?
I’m haunted by, no, terrified by the thought that we’re sleep-walking into our worst nightmare … well, MY worst nightmare.
Cheap credit helps us to unsee the decline of the West … capitalism can not deliver the goods with pirates scraping off whatever cream there is.
Stuff is about lifestyle and not life … it might as well be Soma.
Low productivity and limited resources, environmental degradation and an economy built on a shed load of low paid service jobs and a few high paid “wealth-creators” is a choice we make … in a few weeks time for fuck’s sake … but immigrants are what matter, unless of course they’re drowning because of our “humanitarian” wars and penny pinching nastiness, in which case they don’t. Prudence is what matters unless we’re handing over the state to asset-stripping gougers who will just make us pay and pay and will treat their employees as zombie zero-hours-wage slaves. The deficit is what matters unless it’s just a fucking pretext for robbing and disempowering us and enriching more parasites. And anyway, if I owned a house, I’d be rich … so I’m all right. Except I’m not …
and the things that we could be doing to make the world a better place, a fairer place, a kinder place, a warmer place, a more beautiful place are just too expensive — we cannot subsidise our souls but we can “invest” in our dividends. We must not be seduced by wishful thinking, we must reclaim the sensible middle ground … that is fast disappearing and is mean and narrow and selfish and hard … and full of fear too.
Fuck, I (almost) give up …
But not quite.
And Mr Warhol is not feeling the pressure I fear — but I try.
Whether it’s the LSE report on “Welfare” and people eating dog biscuits in one of the richest societies on earth or crap about jobs created, wealth creators, creative accounting, the need for austerity, the imminent danger of immigration, the war on terror … the robbing of the poor or disabled or sick to pay the rich in so many ways — robbing peter to pay paul with PFI and student loans, the privatisation of … everything with no mandate or reason at all … I cannot cope with the fact that it’s all crap and it’s all any of them spout … it feels like the parasites have bought our fragile democracy and we must just line up to give blood, wallow in our two minutes hate and then remember that we’ve always been at war with … Feels like a Twilight Zone episode — waking up in a mad mad world.
In some ways, I just want it to all be over.
I know the poster really dates me … and that the busting is quick and crude, rough and ready … but what can you do?
And that is not a rhetorical question — what CAN we do?