Trigger warning; what follows may leave you feeling a little disheartened and apathetic.
Let’s cut to the chase, civilisation as we know it is coming to an end. In all honesty I believe that we are doomed and that our time on this planet is rapidly approaching its endgame.
The structures of society, and the foundations that our systems and our way of life are built on, are completely unsustainable. And with the base beginning to collapse it is only a matter of time before the rest follows suit.
Not to be the prophet of doom, but we are blindly and seemingly willingly accelerating towards our own self-destruction. You may think that this is an exaggeration, and that me being the grumpy cynic that I am what I write here is less an inevitable conclusion and more a depressive dystopian look to the future, but you would be wrong.
Nothing in this piece is speculation, nothing is hyperbole, and nothing in this piece is anything less than a known and proven fact. When these facts are connected it can lead to only one diagnosis, and that is that human civilisation is on its deathbed.
Continue reading “The End Is Now”
Clint Eastwood famously starred in the classic spaghetti western, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, and though it may seem like a perfectly useful way to categorise people, things are, unfortunately, not that simple.
Throughout my time growing up I was told that there was the good guys, and there was the bad guys. It was that simple. Black and white, with no overlap. In World War Two the Nazis were the bad guys, in Disney films it was obvious who was meant to be the figure of hate, in football Manchester United were the enemy.
As you grow up you learn to realise that this way of thinking about the world is not only far too simplistic, it is also inherently flawed.
Continue reading “Sleeping With The Enemy”
So I sat. And I waited. And I thought. The NewStatesman article staring up at me blankly. The words of Sophie McBain were being churned over in my head as something I had known for years began to creep to the front of my brain. The article was on Syria, a subject close to my heart, but its words began to form a deeper realisation within me.
The civil war in Syria is now into its fourth year and it is showing no signs of stopping. The inaction of the UK, and the rest of the world, has disgusted me, but I understand why it has been this way. I understand why the streets are not lined with people demanding action be taken. I understand why the press and the politicians are hesitant to speak out about showing support to those within Syria. And I understand why despite the known use of chemical weapons, despite the deliberate targeting of civilians, despite the evidence of torture, and despite it being the worst humanitarian disaster in my lifetime, nothing is being done.
Continue reading “The Evil That Men Do”