A brief comment on our nation
Propaganda and paranoia go hand-in-hand when discussing the increasing disruption of the UK political scene in the year of 2025.
Whether you want to contribute this effect to the parade of harmful pseudo-racist propaganda in the news, paraded by our lowly MPs, or due to a lack of a meaningful political education that spans across our, now, mediocre nation.
“Stop the boats” they scream, through their silk curtains, as they lead the push of the disproportionate working-class, marching their colourful union jack banners to the doors of asylum hotels, or waltz to the entrance of our courts, to prey on another despicable crime, enacted by one ‘of them’.
If only, instead of glaring side-to-side, blaming our working-class brothers and sisters, we instead look up. I plead, as I have many times, to push out the migraine-inducing noise of those who are not our friends. Those who are not our equals. The day you see those who walk along side the likes of Jacob Reese-Moggs volunteer your local soup kitchen, is the day I will give up this line of argument.
It is impossible to ignore the strain of our resources in this country. It is impossible to ignore the 14.3 million people living under the poverty line. It is impossible to ignore the, more than, 354,000 people, including 161,500 children experiencing homelessness at this very moment. It is impossible to ignore around 7.4 million people waiting for hospital treatment, under the current state of our great NHS system.
To fight the problems at hand, it does no good to fight each other. Drop your pitchforks and blow out your torches, for the fight isn’t in front of you. It’s above you.
The infamous likes of Nigel Farage and Tommy Robinson – both pioneers in the downfall of the general level of intellect in our country. Perhaps not the downfall, but the means to highlight all that has failed us. Once, a nation of sublime diversity, rich with cultures and customs. We have fallen, down beneath the depths, drawn to our lowest instincts as a human race. We now all operate on flight-or-flight mode – brother against brother, sister against sister. We all bleed red – and the upper-class don’t wish to get their polished brogues dirty.
We fight their fight, but it is not one of valour. It is fascism, disguised as nationalism. 384,000 brave souls died to protect our nation against the totalitarian rule, one of a particular sinister nature. Blame those who are different, blame those who struggle, blame those who are not like us.
It is my dearest hope that this message will be heard, but alas, I can already hear the intransigent tones of the far-right moguls who slander and stifle the precious ‘free speech’ that they so vehemently wish to protect. Free speech is no longer free, it’s reserved for those who wield the power.
I cannot fathom how low we have fallen. Disgrace, upon disgrace befalls our House of Commons. Rather comical how an institution meant to raise the ‘commoners’, has forsaken it’s namesake. Filled with the self-absorbed partisan drone that has plundered our nation’s soul, and sent it spiralling.
Remember what you are fighting for, and remember who the real enemy is.
Civic Sanity 