Society, unravelled.
Hey remember the fuel protests? (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/924574.stm). I quote, “As the price of crude oil nudges $35 a barrel, a litre of fuel in the UK looks set to rise by 2p. Already paying about 80p a litre – the highest petrol prices in the developed world – motoring groups react with anger”. Bless.
It took just days for the emergency services to be crippled by the legions of desperate workers sucking every last drop out from underneath the forecourts. Within a week it was Petrograd; the law-abiding, dutiful and respectful UK citizens having panic bought all the bread in Tescos. I would have given it another fortnight before the riots started. I remember this time well. As I watched on the telly it occurred to me that ‘one more shock of the system’ and those fuckers would start cutting each other’s throats for food. Maybe eat the entrails. Normal people. One week.
The system right now is on a knife edge, an edge that’s being tightrope walked by the financial cirque du soleil. This is no show, the clowns are not funny, and be under no illusion – as before, the slightest ripple in the status quo will really whip the masses into hysteria in a very short space of time. Let us also not forget that we live in the most self-preserving, self-indulgent, morally bankrupt and frankly idiotic society in history; with a dependent underclass, a brainwashed middle class, and a disenfranchised working class; all stirred up in the debt-fuelled, recessionary pressure cooker.
Molotov cocktail anyone? Damn, no petrol.
