THE GLOBAL CONSPIRACY TO KEEP YOU INDOORS

I admit it, I’m a conspiracy theorist. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. The facts speak for themselves: there’s a full blown, unrepentant, brazen conspiracy to keep you indoors.

I’m not just talking about the fetish that was global governments’ lust to lock you down and keep you away from your business/gym/dying parents/park benches (delete as appropriate). No, I’m referring to a devilish brand collusion that appears to be gathering momentum.

I’m sure Jeff at Amazon was the brainchild of all this, stroking his purring pussy as he contemplated closing down the world’s bookshops, way back in the mid nineties. The swift success of his evil plan meant he simply couldn’t resist but expand it to include every goddamn thing we used to go shopping for. Then, with all that in place, and to make sure we never set foot outside again, he muscled in on Netflix territory with a plot to force us to watch Clarkson’s Farm, interrupted only by Prime deliveries.

You’d have thought that was enough, but no, a burgeoning mob of bloodthirsty brands is gathering outside your front door, brandishing pitchforks and threatening to keep us inside indefinitely. They’re dangerous but they’re also smart, so while Mum and Dad binge on Bridgerton and Cadbury’s Buttons, the kids are hiding upstairs main-lining Fortnite and Call of Duty…between Deliveroos, of course.

It seems there are very few remaining jobs that haven’t succumbed to the idleness habit that we politely refer to as WFH. Doctors, teachers, in fact the entire civil service have all learnt that they can command exactly the same salary simply by responding to emails between episodes of Inventing Anna. Work-life balance is critical to one’s mental health, after all. So once Microsoft had finally buried Skype, Zoom jumped at the opportunity to make us to feel like we were working while we lounged around in our tea-stained joggers. Only cleaners and scaffolders have to actually turn up for work now, but I’m sure there’s a plan for them too.

Corporate back-pedalling is a Peloton speciality

It’s probably safer for everyone to stay in anyway. Even going to the gym can be treacherous, what with all the diseases and muggers waiting to descend upon us. That’s where Peloton comes in. No one enjoys sterilising a sweaty exercise bike any more than they like undressing in front of fitter bods. Problem solved: a virtual exercise class is (virtually) BO and embarrassment free!

Enjoy.com will explain everything in patronising, luddite-friendly language

Staying in really is the new going out. Forward-thinking brands like enjoy.com will bring you state of the art technology (designed to make you ever more screen addicted) not just to your door, but they will join you indoors and set everything up for you too! No longer must you prop yourself awkwardly on one of Apple’s kiddy stools waiting to meet the genius. Enjoy.com brings the genius to you. (Fully masked, I bet). And don’t worry about imposters. Thankfully, your Ring doorbell will store videos of every stray cat or discombobulated pigeon that wanders past your porch, for up to thirty days. It’s scary out there folks.

Ernst & Young know that listening to a human tutor is boring compared to VR porn

Perhaps more concerning is the fact that our smartest brains are in on the conspiracy. EY’s current ad campaign ‘Reframe Your Future’ gives us a glimpse of the future the boffins want us to have. The message is loud and clear: the future will be so much nicer if you just stay indoors.

Ernst & Young imagine a future for you without classmates

Lockdown gave birth to a million businesses doing their utmost to stay afloat and keep us entertained indoors. And I have to confess, I enjoyed many of them, from Rick Stein’s sensational seafood dinners, Doughnut Time’s DIY kits, Pilgrim’s fantastic frying pan pizza…so many clever brands delivering stuff and nonsense to make us feel alive and connected, and I thank them sincerely for their life affirming innovations. However, now that we’re allowed out we really should make the effort.

Pizza in a box. What will they come up with next?

Your idea of utopia might well be the Metaverse, the perfect manifestation of a future for the agoraphobic, where you can hang out with Zuckerberg’s ruggedly handsome avatar or frolic in imaginary meadows as the unicorn you truly identify as. Or perhaps you’ll choose to wander around the Nikeverse in search of a pair of virtual sneakers to protect those petit silver hooves. It’ll be just like a real Nike store, except without real people, genuine eye contact, the sense of touch, smell, taste or any sense of real time, real life significance. It’ll be a safe space, ring-fenced from the wind, the weather, untethered from the moon, the tides, the heavens and the seasons; a virtual universe built with an unintimidated passion for the future that salivates in its ignorance of the past; oblivious to truth, humour, religion, and the entire bloody history of humankind that dragged us here. In other words it’ll be Gen Z perfect.

Filthy, filthy disease ridden hordes celebrating the Jubilee

The good news is that the results of an unprecedented two year experiment to keep us indoors are now in and, I’m happy to reveal, the doomsters and naysayers failed miserably. Despite global mask mandates, a relentless, bank-bustingly expensive campaign of fear mongering, despite a billion warning signs and keep your distance stickers on every sodding paving slab (sustainable), despite desperately dour predictions from an endless array of bespectacled experts and our very own karaoke-ing leaders, despite all this we want to get out now more than ever. We were clearly willing to risk untold diseases as we rubbed shoulders with unwashed plebs and waved our Union Jacks in the Mall. And we threw caution to the wind as we gathered in our multi thousands to witness the octogenarian orgy that was Glastonbury and Hyde Park.

What more beautiful, unadulterated proof do you need that getting out is the new staying in?

Humanity always wins. Stick with it.

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  Howard Saunders   Jul 01, 2022   Uncategorized   Comments Off on THE GLOBAL CONSPIRACY TO KEEP YOU INDOORS   Read More

PPP

PPP (Post Pandemic Poem)

Our world, overnight, turned upside down

Enforced suffocation of city and town

Hospitality’s smile turned on its head

Replaced by warning posters instead:

“Stand on the markings, stay six feet apart

Please use the hand gel, pull up your mask

I told you once, stand behind the lines

Offenders are subject to on the spot fines.

Wait your turn, and sir…please keep your distance

Rudeness is not tolerated. I’ll ring for assistance.”

And the cruel wind whistled down deserted streets

“We’re all in this together…so say the elites”

A million playground swings unswung

A billion Christmas songs unsung 

A haunting silence, rather than peace

Shattered with drive-bys from zealous police.

For the siren call, the voice of authority

Has a soporific effect on the vast majority.

We hummed happy birthday, not once but twice

We scrubbed and we masked and we sanitised.

Surveilled by the state, grassed on by next door

Things must improve in a week or more.

Managed and monitored wherever we go

Fluorescent wardens to keep us in tow.

Permanent tenterhooks, badly frayed nerves

Only two weeks to flatten the curve.

Stay in and order from Mutton Jeff

For he is blind to your woes, as well as deaf.

Twice weekly parcels from DPD

A desperate glimpse of how things might be.

Our living rooms turned prison cell

Trapped in a loop of Netflix hell.

Welcome to the state of permanent fear!

We craved the pub for contact, not for beer

Businesses failing, mothers dying alone

Pingdemic chimes on your mobile phone

We’re all in this together, that’s what they said

Together? Not by your mother’s bed.

And the cruel wind whistled down deserted streets

“We’re all in this together…so say the elites”

But while we reheated our ready meals

Ministers made unscrupulous deals

In exchange for promises forged in hell

Oh, how far the mighty fell.

Boris embraced the charms of Big Pharma

Unsavaged by the sheep that is Sir Keir Starmer

Educated clowns, turned on by legislation

Nothing but an orgy of elitist masturbation.

They see the world through a corrupted lens

Lucrative contracts with old school friends

While the green monster grinned through guilty teeth

For abstinence is his hand relief.

Innate corruption, that is the virus

Not one of those bastards even tried to inspire us

Or made an attempt to understand

It’s hard working people that run this land

The needle it jumped from ‘freedom’ to ‘control’

All for the greater good we were told.

Ridiculous rules for the greater good

While the great and good laughed, like only they could.

“Keep your face covered, whatever you’re doing

You can lower it slightly, but only when chewing.”

Draconian measures with simply one aim:

The face of humanity must be covered in shame.

Egged on by a salivating, salacious press

Apocalyptic predictions to heighten distress

But while locked in your homemade penitentiary

Ministers danced like the birth of the century.

Glorious spreads of cheese and wine

They partied like it was nineteen ninety nine.

They shouted above the music, they laughed and they joked

They scoffed and they drank and they karaoked.

They ordered curries, suitcases of champagne

No time to feel guilt. No need to explain.

And the cruel wind whistled down deserted streets

“We’re all in this together…so say the elites”

So the road to hell is not paved with good intention

Something the elite forgot to mention.

A symptom of power, or political curse

But they spaffed away billions from the public purse

As if in a rush for economic decline

Hoisting petards of their own design.

No, the road to hell is paved with your tax

Just another of those revelatory facts

Both indigestible and hard to swallow

Now that our hearts are collectively hollow.

But we hold our grudges close and quite discreetly

Time does heal, though never completely.

Scared and scarred is the legacy of the Twenties:

Homo Trepidatious is emotionally empty.

So as the blood returns to our browbeaten towns

A hubbub is heard, a beautiful sound

Reminiscent of pre-pandemic days

But damaged in so many ways

With brushed off hurt and dented pride

We now know the state is not on our side.

For these are our towns, our streets, our stores

Just leave us alone, this is our land, not yours.

Big thanks to Jan Enkelmann for the cover image

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  Howard Saunders   May 20, 2022   Uncategorized   Comments Off on PPP   Read More