So much freaking posturing. New World Order my freaking ass.
Unless, of course, by New World Order you mean one where the governments increasingly control our lives so much so as to resemble a totalitarian state. One where the gap between the haves and have-nots reach a record high. One where compromises are made that increasingly cut down our rights because the greater good demands it, where sacrifices are demanded mostly from the side of the already downtrodden, where those on the top feel for us, hurt for us, but comfortably, luxuriously, from a distance.
And you’re asking – how’s that new? The new comes in in its blatancy. Right in your face hooodwinking, say one thing, do another, on record.
And they get away with it because they are allowed to. The people have decided to stop thinking. You believe everything you read in the news? they used to say mockingly, rhetorical, where it was understood that you don’t, we’re not so gullible. Except the joke’s on us, because so many do believe. The media says all is well and shiny and “look! – fashion war between the first ladies!! fan yourself, girls, how exciting!!” – and what do you know? All is well. How exciting.
Fashion Smackdown. How f*cking insulting!
Once again I say, f*ck the f*ck off.
Want to read something other than my ranting? Here, and it really shouldn’t be hard to find more articles like this, but when the media and the people collaborate to create a fantasy realm, it is a hard facade to crack.
Those who thought that Dr Goebbels came to an end on a stretch of waste ground in Berlin in 1945 have been forced to think again. The piece of theatre that concluded in London on Thursday was one of the great confidence tricks of our lifetimes. Just getting the 20 most important heads of government on the planet together in one place and not being unpleasant about each other was, we must concede, something of an achievement. But it won’t make a blind bit of difference to the world’s economy.