Like everyone, it would be impossible for me to participate in every day life without ever experiencing someone attempting to mess with my head.
Whatever gets them off, different strokes for different folks. But who are these people?
One thing I know about them, they are everywhere. Right here, in this very place, by the window, on the phone, that grey/black woman selling chocolate and hate Mail, the one eyed chugger hunting down the main chance. Sometimes “they” are you and me.
The standard culprits are, of course, Politicians. Their entire reason for existing seems to be to reconstruct what we think we know about this world to fit their own often extremely twisted views. They cause mischief and mayhem, sometimes worse, without care or conscience and certainly no fear of ever being held accountable.
These Low Lifes move in high circles. A British politician, a Minister in Government*, was recently exposed for misleading Parliament no less than 28 times over a very short period of time. Even the name he goes by is a fabrication. Has he been sanctioned? No. Will he ever be brought to justice? No.
Sadly, in Britain, it’s considered bad form to publicly denounce our esteemed leaders for lying. In this so called bastion of democracy we are gagged by our own genetic proclivities.
But, in this at least, our silence does not mean acceptance. Silence is forced upon us.
Swell, my new novel.
*an extreme right wing government inflicted on the good people of this country by the vast MINORITY of voters at the last General Election.
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