Last Sunday as I charged past yet another beat up old boat, rusting, rotting, covered in grimy tarpaulins and assorted debris (old bikes, chairs, pipes etc) – and obviously occupied – I understood Trump could win. People are living in desperate conditions. Now. Today. In Great Britain.
They’re also living in run down garages, shacks and sheds (that wouldn’t look out of place in a shanty town) in the gardens backing onto the canal. Now. Today. In Great Britain.
This is the same country where a homeowner can be forced to give up their own home to build a runway (by the same politician who said they wouldn’t have to).
Remember in the USA its BREXIT plus plus plus. Supersized.
In an idle moment of curious voyeurism have you clicked through to: “You won’t believe this: derelict stadium / derelict shopping mall / derelict factory / derelict neighbourhood”? The photos are brutal and real and now in the United States of America – the ruler of the free world.
No wonder people in the ‘Developed World’ are angry with the establishment, the political elite, their elected representatives who just do whatever the hell they like (or as they are told to by their party-donor paymasters).
We’re ripe and simmering for revolution.
And there has been a revolution. Just not the one we needed, wanted or hoped for but it was the one we got and arguably deserved.
The question is why? Why when democracy has served up the opportunity for a protest vote:
- Is the candidate of tried and tested ‘fear and hate’ the most attractive?
- Is there no alternative offering hope and goodwill?
- Is it a surprise that the status quo isn’t as appealing as loud, brash, rabble rousing change?
- When we want change we entrust the hardliners to deliver?
From despair comes desperation, desperation leads to taking risks. Its lead to BREXIT and Trump.
Free to ride my bike on a Sunday morning (because I’m lucky enough to be able to enjoy leisure time) I saw outside of my bubble and glimpsed desperation and understood a little better why BREXIT and Trump.