Down To A Sunset Sea

When fifty is the new thirty what should fiftysomethings look forward to under OurGov? Respect when it's due? Respect when it's choked out of you, more likely. Yes it's true: they really are conspiring against us. And not just OurGov. Folk proudly calling themselves 'Oligarchs' (easier to pronounce than 'Kleptocrat'). Saxons wanting to link up with their Anglo-Saxon cousins. Austrians feeling ostalgie and wanting their imperial influence back. What's not legislated for isn't allowed. OurGov will provide. And if can't it'll explain why you didn't really need it in the first place. Scant consolation that if anything does go wrong, it'll never be your fault. So the vigilantsias arise. Standing up for fathers' rights and quieter Sundays. For better spoken English. Against scruffy clothes. Against the Beachhead volleyball of OurGov and its corporative vision. And in the Blogosphere thousands can see you scream.