I wonder what the reform voters really mean when they say how things were
my barber: this isn’t my country anymore
me: well what is this country to you
barber: …
me (mentally): oh, he’s repeating a soundbit that resonated with him on sky news
I’d imagine they mean some fantastical time when they didn’t see people with brown skin walking around.
Don’t forget the time they long to go back to was really when mummy and daddy bought them everything they needed and they had fewer cares. Now that it’s all on their shoulders they want to go “back”.
THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late; Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate— The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right…
Well that’s the point, a divided population can’t stand up against abuse by the state.
