Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
A new president of the United States of Britain was born today.
And will be delivered to the king on a platter the day after.
And they rejoice.
Those that had a choice.
For the man who held the suitcase.
Just 193 decide the fate of 67million.
And what do we do knowing that?
People striking is not just about pay, it is to be treated better, more fairly.
People are not just protesting to block your progress it’s to stop you biting the earth whilst you do it, whilst you consume.
Statues came down for a reason.
People can call it what they will, but the truth is out.
We have seen a different way.
And they can try and take our right to speak out.
activist, terrorist, agent provocateurs accused of giving voice to reason.
Before they rip it from our throats.
We wouldn’t want a little success going to our heads now, would we?
We’re just good enough to be dangerous.
And they know it.
