They’ve done a proper job on you and me. What used to be a steady wage, for steady hours, now is rare. Well, actually, so’s any hours, any money, anywhere.
Our staple daily bread is dead as we regress at pace and all our damned-fool Power Tools can offer in response is to debase us with a nonsense and start pushing instability as normal to the point of formal policy and even as a patriotic diktat.
They have stitched us up a beauty now this status quo submission is repackaged as a duty – they don’t even tie a bow on anymore. Not now the poor and getting poorer have to take what they can get and keep their hungry little mouths closed and their empty hands behind their heads and smile like they are wise enough to passively accept that someone’s got to make the sacrifice. And who else could the bleeders get to prop them up for nearly free if not the likes of you and me?
Oh, yeah, they’ve really done a number: either seedy plunderer or plundered victim be.
They want to keep us busy fighting every other mucker over every sorry scrap in an exhausting competition for a life whose very dignity is on a knife-edge constantly. That way they figure we’ll be far too frenzied, tired, weak and humble, we won’t have sufficient strength to grumble when they send the robots in.
For then, the ones who work for zip will just have even less of it and we’ll be truly free to be and do and have eff all some more. By now we really ought to recognise the final score: that modern leisure is for those who can afford to have the pleasure and the ones who can’t can, by their own lack of means, go to the wall. As though the greedy, crony bastards cannot wait until the day comes when they don’t need any citizens at all.