What an awful day.
Local election results released and, to my horror, the fucking Tories of all parties have done well.
Shit.
I'm completely baffled as to how anyone can vote for those swine. Labour have collapsed, which, while that would be a good thing in any other circumstance, I fear that this will just mean that the next General Election will be put off for as long as possible, and so we have ages with a weak government. Regardless of policy, a strong party is needed at the moment. With the global economic problem, having a government that's scared to act is pathetic.
And so we're left with the Tories. Thatcher-Mark-Two is ready and waiting to unleash his capitalistic bullshit upon the world. Any hope of peace that may have existed is gone, and if the American election goes the "right" way, nuclear war with Iran awaits. Great. We're all going to die.
Fiction has always loved the prospect of an apocalypse, and the end of civilisation. As I write this, I'm listening to Jeff Wayne's wonderful musical version of The War of the Worlds. Yet this isn't fiction. The Tories really are gaining power, and the only realistic candidate left in America who might avoid war - Obama - is being weakened by the stupid Democrat candidate race.
This may sound like hyperbole, but this may be the only way to convince some that something needs to be done. We are heading to a dystopia as bad as any described in fiction, and yet I cannot get the image of utopia out of my head.
Why is it that I find it easy to imagine a world without leaders, where people really are equal. Where the society is the only law and army needed. Where people don't discriminate for idiotic reasons. Where currency doesn't exist. Where there is no state, just a society that has no need for petty argument. Where help is genuinely offered with passion. Where everyone does their bit, because they want to.
The sad thing is that I know it will never happen. The futility is unbearable.
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