I’m tired of writing in abstract concepts. I’m tired of reading clichéd notions of rich men - who have no idea they caused this ideological war: austerity breeding fascism breeding liars. And I feel like we’re running out of ideas on this septic island. Somebody has poisoned our politics. All I now have to look forward to are things that I am yet to do. The jokes that I haven’t laughed at. The films that I haven’t seen. The drunken purchases that I haven’t made. I grew up wanting to be on the TV Shows they don’t make any more. Or if they do, they are shadows of their former selves. I wanted to go on Takeshi’s Castle; I wanted to be a star-in-a-reasonably-priced-car; I wanted to be a millionaire. And now? You tell me that I must be positive, that I should be optimistic, have hope… Ah, that’s a good abstract concept. Meaningless words, on a meaningless page, in a meaningless country. All human thought is slowly reduced to a slogan, a meaningless soundbite. Down with the share prices. Down with the monarchy. Down with Westminster. Down with the patriarchy. Down with you. Down with me. Down with this sort of thing.
Anti-Intellectualism
By Ryan Havers
(via ryanhavers)












