be it the Jesus-freak in the hospital bed next to mine, who tried to peddle me her fucking Bible and then screamed for morphine in the middle of the night,
be it the corteges of zealots wearing the colonisers’ tricolour that I watched parading across Westminster bridge, wishing I could spit on them,
it has dawned on me that most people love to indulge in exploitation and oppression, like there’s nothing they can do about it. so much easier than having to think for oneself, eh. so much easier to pretend like you don’t have a choice, like you don’t have to take a stand, like you don’t have to resist to survive, because “it’s just the way things are”.
fucking cowards.
this so-called democracy is being eroded right under your eyes – and what are you doing? this is not about my right to protest, my right to a liveable future or the fate of desperate migrants reaching our shores. this is about our society’s survival. how can you not give a shit? how can you not feel anything when ordinary people, my friends and some comrades I don’t even know, get arrested and thrown in jail for wearing a t-shirt, for giving women rape alarms, for carrying a sign? is that the new normal, the status quo you don’t want to rock? why do you care more about some disgustingly rich asshole, allegedly chosen by ‘god’ of all people, putting a crown on his empty inbred head?
it’s time to wake up. pick a side. fight. fight like your life depends on it because it does. nevermind your hypothetical children and their children – what I’m talking about is happening right here and now. So again, what the hell are you doing?
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