terrifying time

 What a terrifying time we live in, what a terrifying world. Not only are we led by greed, we actually voted for it. When I say ‘we’, I mean the majority. I have never been a part of the majority, so I don’t know what that feels like, but I see a lot of idiots looking very happy. Their focus? Not environment and climate. Not healthcare. Not peace and collaboration. They care about blocking rights for the LGBTQ community. They care about revenge on people who did their jobs in trying to protect us from election deniers. It’s a time when so many people are filled with jealousy, hatred, and insecurity. Parents look upon childless individuals with despair and envy. Boomers look at remote workers with utter hate and bitterness. Uneducated racists look at immigrants, and fear for their jobs… and they hate anything they don’t understand. All of them look at a changing society and long for a time long-gone to return… so they vote for the right wing, they fall for slogans like ‘make America great again.’ In my home country, England, people dream of the return of manor houses and gentlemen in top hats surround by fashionable ladies sipping drinks in green gardens under the afternoon sun. They think this is ruined by immigrants or a European Union that ‘opens the gates’, so they vote right wing and Brexit. It has taken many years, but we start to see the cracks appear for many now. 

And, ultimately, all we can do is try to remain positive and to encourage education and love and tolerance. All else is losing one’s mental health whilst beating one’s head against the wall. 

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