Sunday, March 04, 2007

The Truth

My name is Alcuin Edwards and I am here to tell you the truth.

Anyone who's read the inventive but sterile works of Harry Turtledove will recognise the quote from Jake Featherstone, founder of the Freedom Party in the Confederate States of America, and the most evil man in the world. Well I'm not him.

Yes I admit I'm as full of bile. I am an English-Speaking Poujade. I'm here to tell you that the fact that we all live shitty lives is not down to any mysterious "them". It's not the blacks, the whites, the gypsies or the Jews. It's not even the Devil, a conspiracy of Green Lizards or the Bourgeoisie.

It's us.

That's right, we are all responsible for accepting the shittiness of life as inevitable. We don't vote... or if we do, we're more likely to vote for a contestant on a reality TV show than we are to vote for those who will decide how our lives will be lived.

And then beyond voting. Do we do ANYTHING to clean up the mess around us? Do we even pick up litter or scrub away graffitti? Do we teach our children right from wrong. Do we fuck!

We're living in a world that Anton Szandor LaVey (or his close ideological companion Margaret Thatcher) would be proud of. There really IS no such thing as society. There's only a game in which we must play each against all, with the odds stacked up against every one of us before we begin.

The only way to make the game more even is to resurrect society. We need to realise that we are all responsible for the fact that our neighbours live shitty lives. It's time to make things better... yes it is, but it's also time to work together in this game so that we can win for a change.

The aim, the ultimate aim, is a liveable world. A world in which life is pleasant for the majority of people and there is no advantage for those sybarites who choose to hoard their wealth like ancient dragons and to sequester themselves away from the world so that the shitty world is hidden from them. Instead, we will squeeze the shittiness from the world and make it clean and sweet and new.

By any means necessary.

In Malcolm X's autobiography, Malcolm tells us how his first step toward the Nation Islam was refusing to eat pork because a visitor to his prison had suggested it. Now here's the first step for all of us toward making the world a more liveable place.

Clean up a graffitto.

Yes I know, dear old Banksie and all that. Well no, Graffitti, especially "tags" are not, never have been and never will be art. Graffitti "Artists" are deluding themselves and deluding us. They aren't artists, they're merely wolves pissing on walls to mark their territory and it's time their piss was washed away because the Liveable World is OUR territory... let's claim it.

Here's to a liveable world.