I occasionally think the world has gone mad. Take today, for instance, when the world has gone mad. Everything has been cut down so much that traditional state-sponsored terrorism has all been outsourced to all these small and medium enterprises, one-man bands. It might be cheaper, but it's just not as professional.
Maybe it's social media's fault - it used to be they'd put some effort into the presentation: a setpiece launch event, a nice press release and a shouty video to go with it. These days it's all about going viral, trying to capture the public's imagination. The kernel of tragedy gets completely ignored by the juicy outer shell of mass hysteria.
Our leaders' responses are no better either. All this 'we shall not be moved' nonsense feels like it's straight out of some inspirational end to a Roland Emmerich movie, where mankind crawls out of the ashes of the latest inventive natural disaster to stand boldly in the face of ruin. Until the sequel, of course.
Naturally I feel so much safer now the prime minister has done a few minutes to camera on his doorstep. Actually, I didn't feel any less safe before, I've always felt like I'm running a 50/50 gauntlet of getting stabbed every time I leave the house in London. Public reaction is always either misplaced grief or fury. Surely we can come up with a more mature response to such events?
But then the murk clears, and normal life with its mundane worries gets back in on the game. I tried to join the EDL the other week actually - they say they make it easy to switch, but it was quite complicated. I'm not sure all those questions about immigrants were really relevant to a clean green energy tariff, but there you are. They come over here, they take our cheap electricity packages... Madness, I tell you.
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