Subject: I am reminded of certain Billy Bragg lyrics:
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Posted on: 2016-06-24 09:29:00 UTC
I kept the faith, and I kept voting
Not for the iron fist, but for the helping hand
'Cause theirs is a land with a wall around it
And mine is a faith in my fellow man.
Theirs is a land of hope and glory,
Mine is the green fields and the factory floors.
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers,
And mine is the peace we knew,
Between the wars.
-- Billy Bragg, Between The Wars (1985)
We've been swinging our trouser-mounted black puddings around on the world stage for a while now, because certain politicians (Farage, Gove, similarly wasted pregnancies) seem to still believe we're a superpower. We're not. We gave it all back, because power is not the end goal. It now seems that the lessons of history have been categorically forgotten, because we are going to shrink and turn inward, and to quote one of Terry Pratchett's short stories on the matter, "that's not what being human means. You've got to reach out."
That's taken from a story about virtual reality, in which everything grinds to a halt while people live in a fantasy world of their own creation.
The irony is not lost on me.