Watching the World Burn

Until very recently, I have tried my utmost to avoid politics, but since 2016, it's been impossible to do so. Today I was absolutely glued to the live reporting over the Prime Minister's Brexit deal and its far-reaching ramifications.

It was utter carnage. And I kind of enjoyed it.

I am obviously young, but this kind of apparent total lack of political control is not something I've experienced in my lifetime and I suspect neither have my parents' generation. Everybody seems out to protect their own skin. Nobody knows if Theresa May will remain Prime Minister, whether there will be a general election, whether there will be another referendum, whether there will be a deal or no deal Brexit or even a Brexit at all. May seems to have garnered very little support for her current deal, and everyone seems keen to tear it down, but few are putting forward alternatives. It's a childish, embarrassing shitshow for the UK. Like a car crash in slow motion, I am unable to look away. Perhaps we will see total anarchy. Dissolution of the government. Riots up and down the country. Maybe I am privileged to be alive during the pinnacle of modern western society, before it collapses and devolves into a recapitulation of the dark ages.

Good luck everybody.