Like you, I get scam
emails. The latest was a febrile, pyretic spew about my Netflix account needing
attention URGENTLY. The sort of attention that would – obviously –
involve giving bank details.
Now – as my bleaders (blog readers) will be aware,
I’ve not had TV since last century so if you assume I also do not have a
Netflix account you would be correct. Suffice to say I did not need to read the
email detail to realise it was yet another ruse to empty my already echoey bank
account. (Someone should tell these people not to target artists who’ve not had
a sniff of work since March)
As I was wearily deleting the email it occurred to
me that this scam – which presumably caught some folk or they wouldn’t do it –
is exactly like the Brexit scam or Brexit as it is called.
The sad thing is that instead of taking a moment to
look around or a second to think – the duped masses who voted for the current
self-annihilation simply responded to the fevered nature of the jingoism, the
heated rhetoric of the racism and anti-foreigner slurry which has served the
ruling elite so well since 1381 and forever.
The turkeys who voted for Christmas looked at the
big red bus and its big purple lie and did not stop and think – hang on – the
last time I went to the GP she was a foreigner. The last time I was in hospital
it was an immigrant cleaning the ward – it was a Spanish nurse who looked after
me. They did not stop to think – hang on – large companies who want to screw over
British workers actually do it by shipping call centres out to countries that
don’t pay minimum wages – it’s nothing to do with immigration. They did not
stop to think that if they don’t want migrants displaced by war and a
destabilised Middle East they maybe should be tackling war criminals like Tony
Blair not talking about building floating walls in The Channel (presumably –
Trump-like – they’d get migrants to pay for it???)
No – they just mentally clicked the link and handed
over their lives to the arseholes. Thing is – they handed over mine too – and
that’s not fair.
I keep thinking I’ll wake up and it’s all been a
stress dream like where you are running naked down the street and there is
nowhere to hide. Perhaps it’ll be one of those confusing reveries, like that
ridiculous episode of Dallas back in 1986, where an entire series was wiped out by the it-was-all-a dream trick.
Sometimes I imagine the grown-ups will walk into the
room and laugh at me when I say I thought the whole country voted for self-harm
based on obvious and ridiculous deceits. Then they will really chuckle madly
when I tell them I thought Boris Johnson and a load of other corrupt half-wits
were running the country…
Because surely – no one would fall for such an
obvious con…
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