By K. Rye
I have just been allowed off the Farcebook naughty chair for the umpteenth time this year (or indeed any year) for the unforgivable crime of upsetting some overly-sensitive snowflake. (Again.) I had intended to just shut my account down and have done with it and believe me, I’m still tempted, but lots of nice people on my friend list asked me to stay.
However, I don’t want to spend as much time on there as I have been doing because during the month I spent in electronic purgatory under strict instructions, via Farcebook’s nasty little “community standards” diktat, to mend my ways, I decided that too much of my life has been wasted in this toxic echo chamber, listening to people getting bent out of shape over Covid and Brexit and other issues.
This year, after seeing the level of apathy reaching an all-time high, I just can’t be bothered to get involved in the relentless hamster’s wheel of pointless prattle on there, where folk scream and shout about all the unparalleled stupidity we have seen from our so-called leaders and their self-serving advisers. However, the selfsame complainants can’t be arsed to contact those who should really be on the receiving end of this year’s interminable electronic bilefest; namely their own MPs.
I have spent much of this year bombarding my MP with demands for answers and comments on the whole range of toxic 2020 topics and have supplied evidence to back up my views and it now seems to be paying off because even though I still think he is as wet as a fish’s wet bits, he seems to be listening more and learning something. He even appeared to react, to something I said to him recently, in the Commons the other day.
Many people think MPs are super-intelligent beings and some of them may be – even though some lack common sense and the common touch – but many, in my personal experience, are not overly furnished with insight and they need to be told what’s what in the Real World outside the Westminster Bubble.
Too many people spend too much time on social media bemoaning the kind of abject nonsense that has turned this year into a kind of zombie apocalypse with knobs on – and not enough time directing their concerns to those who are helping themselves to even more taxpayers’ money, whilst voting any way they see fit and particularly if it benefits them directly. This appears to be particularly true of the Cabinet and their “mates’ rates” mentality.
Worse still there seems to be absolutely no difference between political colours anymore. No left. No right. Just rabbit-in-the-headlights “woke”, with a few brave exceptions.
I have seethed my way through the past nine months, at the sheer stupidity of this government and its useless opposition, not to mention the control freakery of so-called government advisers and now I have reached the apex of intolerance with it all.
I have not logged into my pc for days because I’ve reached saturation point with the utter ludicrousness of all the pathetic lies, cover-ups and sheer BS emanating from the Westminster Methane Mill and have been forced to seek out mindless trivia to try and bring some equilibrium and sanity back into my life and neutralise the daily diet of negativity this has injected into my existence.
As the “algorithms” saw to it that my posts on Farcebook were not getting many views, immediately before I was punished for telling the truth by their “fact-checkers” (they wouldn’t know a fact from a hole in the ground), I hardly see any point in being on there every day to get involved in the same bile-fuelled merry-go-round. I have now gone past the point where I give a crap about social media to be honest because I think it’s heading towards disappearing up its own back bottom.
And I don’t want it to take me with it.
This is one year of my life I will never get back and I’m sure you feel the same.
Social media is on a course for self-destruct. It is no longer representative of the majority of people, much in the same way as the government and the mainstream media. You can only post on the strict terms of the platforms’ “community guidelines” (AKA “Woke-infested psychobabble) which are now uncompromisingly sanitised and lean so far left they’re almost parallel with the ground. It is a road to nowhere.
Just imagine if all those roads ended at number 10 Downing Street with enormous and unprecedented pressure from the electorate of this country on those whom we put in charge of our nation less than 12 months ago to get off their well upholstered backsides and put this country back on its feet again and that not only means sorting Brexit and Covid. It means dealing with the “woke” problem once and for all.
Social media, like the aforementioned government and mainstream media, is heading for the biggest home goal in history.
So if you are spending too much time moaning on Farcebook or Tw@tter, and not even two minutes out of a whole week to email your MP, then you are simply part of the problem.
The safe-space-seeking crybabies of the spoilt brat contingent and the violent “anti-fascist” (anything but) thugs of the far left extremist fringe are by far the biggest danger to this country and other countries and civilisation in general. Their toxicity and pure hatred for anybody who dares to disagree with them is horrifyingly obvious. However, It is now, frighteningly, attracting the attention of corporations and companies outside the public sector and needs nipping in the bud.
The government is not listening so WE have to get this country back on its feet. So let’s quit talking about revolutions, the “great reset” and other horrors because it’s not going to happen. Not on our watch.
It’s no good going on protest marches either because unless you are a member of either Extinction Rebellion, Antifa or Black Lives Matter, you can guarantee that at some point you are going to be bundled into the back of a police vehicle and manhandled just for daring to wave the smallest and least offensive anti-lockdown placard.
It’s OK if you want to topple a few statues though.
THE apathy level is now far too high to be spouting off about coups d’etat or revolutions, so I’m afraid the “peasants’ revolt” of 2020 will have to begin from your own armchair.
Stop firing blanks at Tw@tter trolls from your electronic gadgetry; you might as well be shooting at tin cans with an air rifle for all the good it will do. They are empty vessels too.
GET ONTO YOUR MPs AND KEEP ON… AND ON… AND ON… keep reminding them that they are sitting ducks and that given the events of the past four years, the next general election may not be that far off . Remind them that you are paying their wages and we “plebs” are not their servants; rather it’s the other way round. Who knows? If enough of us were to remind our elected representatives that they are there to serve us, we might just get some common sense. At last.
I know it’s a tall order but I can’t see any other way to deal with this. One thing is, however, without question…
YOUR VOICE IS WASTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA.
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