I hate what this
society’s coming to!
Today a female
police officer called me on the phone.
She had the idea of installing “big brother” in my back garden to keep
out the little hooligan bastards that keep going back there and throwing rocks,
because they think they can and, because their parents (or maybe just a parent)
lets them roam the streets like animals; with no respect for people or
themselves… I hate sounding like an old
out of touch parent, but I don’t think I’m out of touch.
In fact, I’m more
bothered than most and my kid isn’t running the streets at night. In fact, to the other extreme, my kid might
be in an insulated bubble of protection and health & safety overload, but I
know despite the distance between us, that he’s safe and happy.
These poor
bastards around here aren’t happy, they sound more angry and aggressive by the
day.
So, what the hell’s
going on? The one or two parents, sitting
around watching
He called, to say
he wasn’t coming today because because…
The pub will be
full of the types who see me but don’t speak to me. They’ll be mediocrity hanging around like
cobwebs and freshers full of hormones, with bulging
wallets. Man, the absurdity of the
western world!
Other societies
have their own share of problems, usually a lack of the basics that are totally
taken for granted here.
Other societies
might be embroiled in political conflicts they can’t get it together and sort
it out; but they don’t necessarily have the same kind of slow social decay we
do.
Watching society
deteriorate, is like being in a slow gradual sinking boat with no way out – nowhere
to escape; as the strangling tides pull us under and what we’ve created is our
own hell on earth whirlwind – churning away about to erupt from the mounting
pressure.
Oh do I really wanna go to the pub?
Or, should I stay here, go to bed and fake it – pretend it’s not all
happening and bury my head somewhere and my hands in my books?
Should I brave
the fact that, I don’t feel or look at all sexy today – in my trackies and stuff to keep warm; I ache in places and need
a shoulder, a massage, a voice of reassurance that, it could be worse and after
all, you have yourself to rely upon…
Of course, as
always!
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