A culture wiped clean and washed out - hand me a can of paint and a bucket!
We are living ‘at the end of times’ surely, it must be. How can it be anything else? We have all become like the worst kind of spoilt little children, always demanding stimulation and entertainment. I gaze in amazement at anybody I come across who finds life stimulating enough without the need for the artificial or alcohol induced. The exceptions prove the rule.
If you are not being entertained, with the intelligence knob at low, in a cinema or online or at a theme park; or you are not prostrate on a, damp British or sweltering foreign, beach or watching TV or reading the latest best-seller; what are you doing? Complaining that you are bored, I’ll wager!
When all generations start sounding and acting like children we must be devolving, surely. We are all frightened by everything, just like children. We are all scared of change, risk and any kind of stranger or unusual events, just like children. We are easily manipulated by the perceived grown-ups (politicians, newspapers, TV news readers, Police and anybody ‘in authority’), just like children. We all demand instant attention, gratification and satisfaction, regardless of cost, just like children.
We don’t bother to vote, we don’t complain (officially) but whine and whimper and have tantrums. We loose interest in anything older than a few months and can’t focus on beyond a couple sentences in emails, texts or letters. We believe we need to change how we dress according to the diktats of fashion mongers.
What a sad bunch of fuckers we turned out to be. What a country we have out there, and it is empty. Nobody exploring it; nobody stopping and looking for long enough to appreciate it; nobody enjoying the beauty of it. Our recent obsession with immigration is obviously driven by a desire to discourage breeding outside the gene-pool so as to maintain our comfortable numbness (to quote Pink Floyd).
