Frankly, I’m gobsmacked.
gob·smacked[ˈɡɒbsmakt]
ADJECTIVEBRITISHinformal
I just can’t believe how poor we all are and how much worse it is going to get.
And more than that.
I am amazed that while this disaster is actually happening, there are people still sticking up for this awful government, their privileged lifestyles and even the great liar, Boris Johnson himself.
We have been lied to (Brexit) and quite literally told things can only get better when we actually find child poverty in the UK on the rise. There are people with jobs, actually claiming benefits.
As an island that traditionally relied on what our surrounding seas could give us there is no longer a fishing industry and as a country that led the Industrial Revolution we no longer make anything.
And perhaps most shocking of all, our saving grace, the only real thing that actually looked after our health and wellbeing, the NHS, is being intentionally taken from us. Stolen. Pulled away, slipping slowly from our grasp and out of our reach.
The rich are getting richer and the poor, poorer, is without any doubt truer now than it has ever been. And it is all being done blatantly. In clear sight. right in front of us, before our very eyes. We are being taken for a ride. Cheated. Conned and perhaps worse of all, we seem to be sitting here and taking it. Lambs to the slaughter.
The way we are being manipulated is shocking. Such is the power of the rich, the people who own our communication channels encourage us to blame the only people who are attempting to do something about the situation.
Rail workers and others who have found the courage required to strive for better living standards are being identified as the source of our discomfort.
The scum that is the majority of the British press describe strikers as the enemy within. The root of all our problems, when in fact the absentee press barons are the ones who should be facing our wrath.
But it’s not just the rich and powerful.
I really cannot believe what I see and hear that comes from the mouths of those who are ‘comfortable’. In many cases pensioners whose slow poisonous ageing has caused them to lose the fight and wherewithal that they might have had when they were younger. Disciples of Thatcher, they actually still exist. Still spreading her poison.
The stereotypical blow dried, blue-haired, thin-faced bitter and twisted…are real.
Frightened, racist middle-class conservative voting matrons who remember their beloved M as a saintly figure and their fat useless husbands happy to be retired and do nothing except mow the lawn, hate their own country and reject change. Sitting in their over-stuffed armchairs ‘remembering’ wars that they never took part in and hating anyone who is unlike them and could bring something fresh and new to their stale traditional table.
Our country has to change or these monsters will drag the good majority (?) down with them.
Martin Lewis (the money man) has expressed a view that with what is coming, there could be civil unrest. And for what its worth…I agree.
Not something I want or look forward to but perhaps, as history has often shown us, the only way to remove the greedy from my beautiful but damaged, country.
I think the most obvious thing that America faces is the Truth.
