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Staring wide-eyed and resolute down the barrel of the future
As far as I'm concerned, my country has spent nearly a year now colonised by thinly veneered civilised savages. I'm not patriotic in the slightest, but I do love the physical entity that is my homeland, and I do need somewhere to live. And failing a miraculous self-sufficiency indcuing handout, I need to be able to function reaonably well within the laws and boundaries of that homeland's society.
But this is not my homeland. I am not comfortable here any more. My country has been colonised by thinly veneered civilised savages.
I always cared about issues, but mostly just minded my own business. I had enough problems, I didn't have enough energy, and I was only marginally involved with other people on any level. So I had no real care or anger or hate. At least they've given me that, those civilised savages.
Through my twenties, I longed for the post-apocalyptic wasteland. I would stride the nuclear blasted zones with only a shotgun for company. I was rash, I was cynical, I didn't have friends or a child that I cared about, that I didn't want to suffer and die in horrible ways.
Through my thirties, I thought that technology would save us. That things were running out, but the great god of science would come up trumps with solutions for our stupidity and greed over, and over, and over again. Now I realise that dream that we've woven is the dream of a faded and aging Hollywood queen, cocooned in Armani fabrics, propped up by botox, sprayed in plastic and vitamins like the kids food peddled on Tesco shelves. Now I realise that once you wipe away the make-up of that delusion, take away the clothes and corset, all you will have left are greedy maggots falling from the suppurating flesh of the people.
Now I wish for generosity. Our shining peak is passed, but we can age gracefully and with wisdom. We can cushion our fall by investing wisely, by caring for our weak and ill, by building redundance in the beautiful civilised luxuries our society has worked together to create. The best of our society, and the things we wil really be remembered for that aren't our stupidity, vanity and foolish greed. Our schools, our hospitals, our libraries, the way we cared for the weak and needy without degrading them through question and assault.
But those civilised savages aren't, to be honest, even as civilised as that. All they care for is turning people against the next layer down. To foster the illusion that those upstarts snapping at your heels will be the ones driving the better cars, owning the bigger TVs, unless you kick their bodies down the hole of oblivion and crush their last grasping fingers beneath your feet. Constant threat, eternal misery, endless stress. Break our spirits, sell our souls, turn as against our fellow man so we eliminate the weak.
Well, you know what? Once you've eliminated all the weak, all the people you think are snapping at your crumbs to get a leg-up to your table. Once they're all gone?
You're the weak, and now *you* feed the maw of the dying machine.
Tomorrow I march, along with thousands of others. Maybe against cuts, maybe for jobs. But to be honest, just for the fact that I stood up and actually did one small thing to kick against the miserable and horrific things I see happening. For they are horrific. We can't kid ourselves that marginalising the homeless and the mentally ill and those too sick or broken to function as part of the capitalist machine is anything other than horrific.
If you think what is happening is ok, how far do you want to go down that road? Do not let them fool you into thinking that not subscribing to the myth of eternal financial progress is any reason to hate, maim or hurt. For as we treat our weak and our different, so are we judged.
And marching turns out to achieve nothing, then at least I tried and maybe added a little grease to later wheels on the same road. And if it turns ugly, I will not turn away from a noble fight.
And if it finally actually does some good then that wasn't me, that was all of us. All of us who build close friends to support any ways of any otherness to these sickly throes of a money obsessed cult. All of us who say when we think things are wrong, even if we're not being heard right now. All of us who tell the next generations with full honesty and clear vision just what went wrong and why. We just have to hope, and to say what we're hoping for.
Because I don't think that without hope we are really much worth saving anyway.
But this is not my homeland. I am not comfortable here any more. My country has been colonised by thinly veneered civilised savages.
I always cared about issues, but mostly just minded my own business. I had enough problems, I didn't have enough energy, and I was only marginally involved with other people on any level. So I had no real care or anger or hate. At least they've given me that, those civilised savages.
Through my twenties, I longed for the post-apocalyptic wasteland. I would stride the nuclear blasted zones with only a shotgun for company. I was rash, I was cynical, I didn't have friends or a child that I cared about, that I didn't want to suffer and die in horrible ways.
Through my thirties, I thought that technology would save us. That things were running out, but the great god of science would come up trumps with solutions for our stupidity and greed over, and over, and over again. Now I realise that dream that we've woven is the dream of a faded and aging Hollywood queen, cocooned in Armani fabrics, propped up by botox, sprayed in plastic and vitamins like the kids food peddled on Tesco shelves. Now I realise that once you wipe away the make-up of that delusion, take away the clothes and corset, all you will have left are greedy maggots falling from the suppurating flesh of the people.
Now I wish for generosity. Our shining peak is passed, but we can age gracefully and with wisdom. We can cushion our fall by investing wisely, by caring for our weak and ill, by building redundance in the beautiful civilised luxuries our society has worked together to create. The best of our society, and the things we wil really be remembered for that aren't our stupidity, vanity and foolish greed. Our schools, our hospitals, our libraries, the way we cared for the weak and needy without degrading them through question and assault.
But those civilised savages aren't, to be honest, even as civilised as that. All they care for is turning people against the next layer down. To foster the illusion that those upstarts snapping at your heels will be the ones driving the better cars, owning the bigger TVs, unless you kick their bodies down the hole of oblivion and crush their last grasping fingers beneath your feet. Constant threat, eternal misery, endless stress. Break our spirits, sell our souls, turn as against our fellow man so we eliminate the weak.
Well, you know what? Once you've eliminated all the weak, all the people you think are snapping at your crumbs to get a leg-up to your table. Once they're all gone?
You're the weak, and now *you* feed the maw of the dying machine.
Tomorrow I march, along with thousands of others. Maybe against cuts, maybe for jobs. But to be honest, just for the fact that I stood up and actually did one small thing to kick against the miserable and horrific things I see happening. For they are horrific. We can't kid ourselves that marginalising the homeless and the mentally ill and those too sick or broken to function as part of the capitalist machine is anything other than horrific.
If you think what is happening is ok, how far do you want to go down that road? Do not let them fool you into thinking that not subscribing to the myth of eternal financial progress is any reason to hate, maim or hurt. For as we treat our weak and our different, so are we judged.
And marching turns out to achieve nothing, then at least I tried and maybe added a little grease to later wheels on the same road. And if it turns ugly, I will not turn away from a noble fight.
And if it finally actually does some good then that wasn't me, that was all of us. All of us who build close friends to support any ways of any otherness to these sickly throes of a money obsessed cult. All of us who say when we think things are wrong, even if we're not being heard right now. All of us who tell the next generations with full honesty and clear vision just what went wrong and why. We just have to hope, and to say what we're hoping for.
Because I don't think that without hope we are really much worth saving anyway.
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The barbarians are not at the gates, we've let them into the palace to ru(i)n the country.
Nathan, the Toxic Pixie
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I will admit lady that not watching TV makes your soul feel all the cleaner for it.
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