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| Highgate Cemetery ~ Photo by Pisces Iscariot |
For some of us the lockdown in the UK has delivered the illusion of that 1950's futuristic Utopia that proclaimed that technology would ensure that we would never have to leave our homes: that everything we need would be there.
Reality requires those things to be delivered to our houses.
I went out towards Chislehurst ‘cos hey, who wants to never have to leave the house?
Pedalling through the suburbs of Bromley brought the fact home to me that the class system is still firmly with us.
Sure, the Victorian rules have been frayed around the edges but the core strata remain, a hangover from an empire that was never concerned with the populace they colonised and, as the present so clearly reveals: an empire that was never concerned with it's own people, except in their capacity to be exploited for aquisition of wealth and power.
It doesn’t take too much insight and observation to realise that the Covid 19 drama has allowed major acts of class aggression to be enacted upon the population of this dying empire. In fact the British Empire has been reduced to an idea that is employed to fracture the populace and to use division as a means of crowd control. You wonder why Great Britain is being raped and pillaged by the moneymen, the ruling classes?
It seems to me that the ruling classes no longer care about the physical entity that we know as the United Kingdom (oh the irony). On the contrary, by deregulating just about everything that provided for the populace, they have left the land fallow and the populace are required to either put up or shut up while they are milked for their remaining assets.
The ruling class is elsewhere; in Panama; on some practically private pirate island in the Bahamas, like Richard Branson or on any of those tax havens that they practically own. They don’t give a shit whether you save the NHS, indeed they don’t care if you die homeless on the street; once they’ve sucked this place dry, they will move on to the next swindle, the next exploitation of the circumstances.
And should that opportunity fail to make itself apparent, they will manufacture the circumstances that will deliver the next pay-out.
So think about this when the next delivery arrives at your door, when the next essential worker serves you up another helping of that 50's Utopia; think about where we are being herded, what field, what corridor, what corral, what concentration camp of capitalist delights.
Reality requires those things to be delivered to our houses.
I went out towards Chislehurst ‘cos hey, who wants to never have to leave the house?
Pedalling through the suburbs of Bromley brought the fact home to me that the class system is still firmly with us.
Sure, the Victorian rules have been frayed around the edges but the core strata remain, a hangover from an empire that was never concerned with the populace they colonised and, as the present so clearly reveals: an empire that was never concerned with it's own people, except in their capacity to be exploited for aquisition of wealth and power.
It doesn’t take too much insight and observation to realise that the Covid 19 drama has allowed major acts of class aggression to be enacted upon the population of this dying empire. In fact the British Empire has been reduced to an idea that is employed to fracture the populace and to use division as a means of crowd control. You wonder why Great Britain is being raped and pillaged by the moneymen, the ruling classes?
It seems to me that the ruling classes no longer care about the physical entity that we know as the United Kingdom (oh the irony). On the contrary, by deregulating just about everything that provided for the populace, they have left the land fallow and the populace are required to either put up or shut up while they are milked for their remaining assets.
The ruling class is elsewhere; in Panama; on some practically private pirate island in the Bahamas, like Richard Branson or on any of those tax havens that they practically own. They don’t give a shit whether you save the NHS, indeed they don’t care if you die homeless on the street; once they’ve sucked this place dry, they will move on to the next swindle, the next exploitation of the circumstances.
And should that opportunity fail to make itself apparent, they will manufacture the circumstances that will deliver the next pay-out.
So think about this when the next delivery arrives at your door, when the next essential worker serves you up another helping of that 50's Utopia; think about where we are being herded, what field, what corridor, what corral, what concentration camp of capitalist delights.
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| Highgate Cemetery ~ Photo by Pisces Iscariot |
1 comment:
the people of our countries keep voting against their best interests... i'd like to say i'll laugh at them when it all comes crashing down, but it'll be too late because i'll already be sobbing at the bottom of the pit
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