Opium for you and mud for me

So it's a hung parliament, huh?

You know what’s really funny about it all? It is the fact that news agencies have to spend ages trying to explain what it means to people. Can it get any more ludicrous? The UK has a system so unnecessarily complex that most of its own people don’t understand how it actually works - or what it means. And they still call it a democracy? Personally, if it hadn’t been for that soporific Structure of Government module I had to take in second year, I would not have a clue either.

When I tried to explain to my mum what it meant, she just shook her head and stopped listening. So the Tories are leading, but they failed to reach a majority, which means... It’s a hung parliament.

What disturbed me is how certain people who DO have brains (for the most part) got completely sucked in the illusion of having a say in the matter because their skulls have been drilled with the idea that votes count. What use is a vote when all you can vote for is rotten to the core? I suppose they don’t realise that all they’re casting votes for is just about the same as being granted the right to choose between a rotten apple - and another rotten apple. I fail to see how one could be enthralled by the idea. Unless you’re blind and cannot see for yourself that everything is really controlled from the top and that unless the power that be stop imposing their own pawns for us to choose from... Anything called ‘change’ is nothing but a sham.

But I know why even intelligent, well-learned people fall for it. If they didn’t, if they truly faced the farce, they would be just as deeply depressed as I am, perhaps worse. You could actually lose your mind, even the will to live, just trying to face the reality removed from illusions and lies. It’s easier, and ironically better for your sanity, to embrace the lie. In that sense, I’m starting to understand the deeply sarcastic ending of 1984. Orwell knew exactly what he was talking about, and Winston’s fate was sealed the moment he woke up from his lifelong inner coma.

What was Big Brother but an allegory for the machine we are all trapped in? Did it ever matter in the story whether the face of Big Brother was that of a real man, or of someone that actually still existed? No, it didn’t. It didn’t because Big Brother represented the ideal imposed on the world, and it transcended man. Big Brother was the machine, the face was only part of the illusion to make people feel more at ease.

Does it matter that the Deepwater Horizon blew up in the middle of the Atlantic, spewing millions of tons of crude petrol in the water everyday since then? No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t because we are not the ones in charge, we only hold the illusion of being so. So now I wonder what the point is in even knowing about it. It only serves to feed the illusion that we have a say, when it is painfully clear we don’t. I am literally condemned to sit at this desk and watch others destroy the world I am obligated to live in. And when I say ‘others’, I really mean the few in power - the ones with the money and connections that put them in high positions.

The UK system is really just a good reflection of how everything in life has been purposely made more complicated that was ever needed. The more complex it looks, the better, it seems. Yet such areas ought to have been very simple to grasp.