Everything is broken.

There’s probably a good reason that I stepped away from the keyboard. I’m guessing that I’ve left it for three weeks and I’m not going to check for the moment. Although there’s lots to write about, being at home so much over the the last few weeks isn’t bringing much inspiration. And now it’s time to write, with or without a change of location.

This happened today:

Several days later………………………………….

It’s Saturday 30th now and with a bit of luck, my writing block is out of the way. But I said that this morning when I had a world of opportunity to crack on. So, for the moment I’ll push on and then I can see if I can manage some recap of the madness that we are living through. Let me begin with explaining the screen shot of the tweet I added. A tweet that lived for 9 minutes in all its glory.

As you will be aware, there is a pandemic going on. And as we all know pandemics only affect poorer counties where people have brown skin. Anyone living in a Western wealthy, predomiately white country doesn’t have to worry about anything, which is the way of the world. Everything is fine, just keep working and keep the GDP figures looking good. Life is simple, we’re just better and not dying than people in poorer counties, and we’re – let’s face it – better than them. We have science, money, and genetic superiority. And when you come from the greatest county in the world, even the poorest and stupidest are better than the foreign people who serve us at home, holiday, and when we need health care. Britain has the Mother of Parliaments, we have the rule of law, and good old British fair play. The problem is that the whole facade if falling apart.

I’m going to be brave and watch the final 45 minutes of Terry Gilliam’s Brazil tonight. Imagine a mix between 1984 and A Clockwork Orange. Then add some extra authoritarianism, fantasy, dictatorship, wierdness, humour, and horror. I could watch the film when I was younger, but now everything seems so real. Perhaps I have seen it enough and don’t need to see it again, or everything starts to make sense when you’re older.

Dystopia is worrying enough when you’re watching films made in the 70s. That way you think that everything is out in the open, so now that we can see, we won’t dop that. Well!