In Dieser Beziehen - In This Respect

Respect, in this day and age is unmistakably lacking across the social and generational spectrum. It’s all well and good when old giffers wave walking sticks in the air at the gangs of hooded cretins smoking and swearing outside a shop, but it is terribly one-sided. The elderly don’t see it from the youngster’s point of view. Being an uppity little fuckstart is all part of growing up in most scumbag neighbourhoods and estates, and residents of such horrid places should get off their judgemental high-horses and just leave them alone. Kids are people too, and if they want to spend their days sniffing glue, nicking stereos and stealing pension money, they should be allowed to get on with it. Grannies need to respect that Britain is a festering shitbox of increasing crime and deprivation, and that them getting confidence-tricked by a gang of teenaged morons is not only inevitable, but vital to the continued breakdown of the social order. This country will implode, and it’s only a matter of time before it does in spectacular fashion. When one fifth of population tunes in to watch the X Factor final, then go out and buy the winner’s achingly point-missing Christmas single, we’re clearly surviving on borrowed time, as well as the trillions in borrowed cash. Walking down the street, there’s always some form of idiot, twit or twat who I’m certain Britain would be far better without. Every red-top tabloid reading scally fuck I see on the train, and actually, this sentence was about twelve lines long, but I’m reigning it in. You get the idea. Okay, so it’s me who is the ultimate in judgemental, high-horse-riding prick, but whatcha gonna do? Pretty much every undesirable could beat the absolute shit out of me, so I have to vent my anguish in this cowardly and lacklustre fashion. But it’s New Years, so time to be happy, positive and upbeat, so let’s drop this dystopian doom-and-gloom rubbish. Instead, we should be looking forward to 2009 - I’m quite optimistic my pessimism will increase at least a little bit, so there’s something we can all look forward to. Good bye 2008, you were at times a cruel, interesting and even fun year, but I’m glad you’re over.