Royal Wedding Rethink: Part Deux

A few days ago, Jose Mourinho said that sometimes he was ashamed to live in this world, but that this is the world in which we must live. Today, I was ashamed to live in this world. Like Jose, however, I must understand that this is the world in which we must live.

But I say, also, why can't we change this world? Why can't we sort this shit out? Why didn't we do it today?

We just paid £20m for a wedding. We got ripped, the fuck, off. We got our pants pulled down, we got fucked in the ass, and we enjoyed it. We watched live, high definition footage of our own ass-rape and we enjoyed that too. What is wrong with us? Is the human race comprised, to so great an extent, of morons? Of idiots? Of fools? Of cretins? Are we all so credulous? Are we all so willing to be taken for a ride?

The rich. The scum. The unimaginably wealthy. The aristocracy. They're not the problem. No. Not them. Don't try and shirk the responsibility by saying that, "oh, poor me, I'm just a lowly subject, it's their fault..." . No. Don't you dare. They are a symptom of our disease. I am fucking ashamed to be alive in a time that is so bent on backwardness. I am ashamed to live in a society that permits, and even encourages apathy. Apathy. I would happily endorse ambivalence. But not apathy. And I absolutely will not endorse supporting a public expenditure of £20m of taxpayer's money spent on policing those very taxpayers at an event that has been staged in order to secure their continued collective coma. That, I will not endorse.

Let me restate. I have nothing against Prince William or Kate Middleton. They're people, and they're welcome to do as they please. But spending £20m of someone else's money at a time when front line services are being axed by local councils trying to live up to our Tory (SCUM) government's austerity measures? I have a great deal against that. These things make me feel physically ill. We are to blame. We have the cure, for this disease, within ourselves. We have power beyond our imaginations. But we daily relinquish that power and we daily drink from the cup of anaesthetic that these power-paranoid egomaniacs thrust into our hands and press into our thirsty mouths. Fuck them, and fuck their public holiday.

And shit, while we're at it, a special shout out to Kelvingrove Park's revellers. You know those police were being paid double to have a fight with you? You just cost us even more. Next time you want to throw a party, keep it quiet. Get a permit. Rent a space. Hire security. Be a fucking professional and quit being part of the fucking problem. So a shout out to my man Jose. I also feel fucking ashamed.