I find it difficult not to be depressed when everything in life seems to have got worse because of a sacrifice to some altar or another.
Take the canteen for example. I have cornflour starch cutlery which neither cuts food or forks properly. A tiny stick to stir my coffee which has a plastic lid.
Communications between departments are worse than they’ve ever been as there are at least 5 different means of contacting someone but not all joined up. A lot of blokes are avoiding women in the workplace in fear of being dragged in front of HR and now I see that not saying ‘Hello’ could cause another issue of the aggrieved ungreeted suing the company.
News is either generated for click-baiting and promotion of advertorials. Errors fill what are supposed to be proper articles in our mainstream media, harvested from wiki with extra errors added by young journalists more familiar with Love Island than any other form of external stimuli.
Celebrities lead the stories of their tireless efforts to educate the general public in the right way of thinking until they’re proved to be hypocrites, cheats and liars and in some cases, perverts.
Food is mass produced, over expensive and in many cases bad for us, yet the means of production of producing healthy, natural protein are being limited thanks to the worship on another altar of guilt and self-imposed ruining of our farming industry.
Now we have the prospect of voluntarily sacrificing ourselves in disintegration chambers.
I could go on and on and on as I don’t see any area where life has notably improved, only a slow degradation of efficiency, service, expertise, community and morals.
So I guess I’m the wrong person to ask on this.
Yours,
Charlton Heston
Soylent Green
Dystopia.