Have we lost the plot? Have we descended into a puddle of never knowing beasts? Here we are, wandering around the paddocks of Britain, never ending stomping. A red, blue or yellow Rosette pins itself on every new race, on the brain damaged jockey that rides us, endlessly sat on us like a hungry whore crying with lust. Why does he blindfold us as well, while with the other hand on an iPhone he sends children to war? We public, the stiff lipped liberal persons, who now are being systematically ridden, now base our lives on the whims of the sensationalist stories that drivel from our politically controlled rag newspapers…who in turn take a heavy beating from the lobbyists, businessmen and political PR strategists. Why do we do this? Why do i want to keep buying useless items, things I wouldn’t normally buy. I sit at home bashing on the keyboard telling the world I wont fall for consumerism, but as I walk around a shop I feel a need to buy. Buy until my eyes bleed.
The horrible country we are now immersed in, that promotes doing nothing, doing nothing till we fall asleep. A nation of people who work until depression, brain bubbles and heart attacks.
Filed under: Lancaster, manchester photojournalist, morecambe, Morecambe photographer, piccadilly gardens, Stephen Sidlo, TTV
