School Roofs Crumble

I’m no spring chicken, as I’ve likely mentioned before. I find myself closer to the end than the beginning, not dramatically so, but steadily inching there. And when I ponder how my dear country is slowly deteriorating under the rule of those counterfeit politicians, it sends shivers down my spine about what lies ahead.

Now, let’s chat about Generation X and the Boomers – they were a bit of punk mixed with ’80s electro dance, weren’t they? Loads of indulgence, smoke, and euphoria. The dawn of the yuppie era, with folks owning their homes and Jim Davidson gracing the telly.

Yet, the one thing they did manage well was sowing the seeds of the woke left, those tree-hugging, kindness-seeking souls who are the torchbearers for the generations to come.

As for Millennials, I’ve had my fair share of interactions; I’m widowed from one. And now, I’ve got a Generation Alpha youngster growing up. They seem more delicate, more susceptible to illnesses, poisoned by their surroundings, and hungrier, not for fame but for basic sustenance. Their prospects don’t seem rosier than the Boomers, quite the contrary.

Housing costs are sky-high, and so is the price of nourishment. Even the air we breathe is becoming contaminated (just Google ULEZ in London). And there’s a thick vein of the voting public in dire need of some sanity. This world, it’s not the one I grew up in. Does it feel the same to you?

Brexit, well, that was quite the spectacle, the grandest comedy show Britain ever put on. Now, let’s talk pathos – it’s time to cast out the bungling government (those Tories) and strive for a more equitable system where your vote actually yields what you cast it for. Vote for evil, and guess what you’ll get?

Is this really democracy? Do you believe in it, or are you more inclined towards autocracy?

In dear old Britain, we’ve got a monarchy and a democratically elected two-party system. So, if you’re Tory or Labour, you might see some governance. Otherwise, you might as well shoot your vote into the night sky on Bonfire Night.

Labour, it’s time to step up. Don’t wait around for them to decide when to hold an election; figure out how to make it happen. Strike a deal if you must, but show the eager electorate what you’ve got. The Brits expect nothing less than perfection, and that’s the yardstick Labour’s got to measure up to.

The Tories, on the other hand, merely need to avoid total incompetence – a pretty low bar, if you ask me. They’ve just resigned themselves to deserving nothing more than a slap from someone who’s filched money from the common folk.

But let’s not be too harsh on them; perhaps they have a point. Most of us haven’t been blessed with the unshakable faith in Johnson, or his American counterpart, Trump. Speaking of whom, let’s steer clear of that topic; it’s like painting a target on your own head.

Comparing Trump to Johnson is a tad rich, depending on your moral stance. At least Johnson hasn’t tried to conquer Britain yet. Maybe he’ll become the leader of the Reform Party, and then, we can all vote for the same party that kicked off this Brexit madness in the first place.

If I believed in a higher power, I’d seriously wonder what they’re thinking right now. Are people not following the teachings of their spiritual heroes? Is Trump a spiritual hero? Has he fed the hungry masses while giving away all he had?

If you don’t subscribe to the notion of a devil or evil deeds, what stops you from wrecking everything around you? There must be a smidgen of enlightenment somewhere within you, where you genuinely care for your loved ones.

As for the term “woke,” it’s not exactly my cup of tea. It feels like I’d be intruding on something I have no business claiming. But I’m trying.