Weekender 17: Running Out of Things To Say

Not sure what to say today.

Maybe just that.

I should type something interesting because otherwise it'll look like I'm just padding out in order to appear like I've been consistent.

After all I would hate not to have blogged every day.

We are on the cusp of severe economic contraction, but it doesn't really feel like it. The sun is shining, the shops are open (sort of). At least here there doesn't appear to be any poverty, but then poverty is always kept behind a facade. Even when you can see it, a homeless person on the street, you don't really see it. You filter the reality: some people will have their filter set to 'blame the poor for their lot' because they read tabloid bullshit. Others will filter it because it's painful. We all have a filter. Byt which I mean, I have a filter and I wish I didn't. However, we're all products of society and its conditioning. Years of austerity and victim blaming as well as endless Tory-led gaslighting.

There is rampant corruption at the top. It's always been there, but somehow it has managed to break through. Yet people still don't seem to register. For many they've become so used to it that they think it's the normal function of government. This is dangerous because it's precisely what enables people like Dominic Cummings. Unfortunately the electorate gave him a blank cheque and the keys to the gunpowder stores. They will detonate a bomb in December called Brexit. It may also be a dirty bomb.

We are led by people too stupid to realise how wrong they are who have hoodwinked people into supporting their lies out of desperation. A client media state facilitates the abuse of power (one might say power can only abuse) through lies and hyperbole. It compels people to rage without focus or goal. Get angry at this thing that's happening. Get angry because you're white and your privilege is being called into question - as if one should never question what one has or one's place in society. Is that then not the very definition of unearned privilege? Where is the humility, especially in dealing with those demonstrably worse off. Particularly at the hands of the sheriffs of your society.

In the end this is the fabric into which our lives are woven. The prison into which we are born. We are not free, and we should be.

And that is all I have to say today.