2020 - Who is on top of the tree this year
Ladies and gentlemen as we depart and bank onto a heading that will ultimately take us to our luxury destination in the middle east, you can look out of the starboard windows and gaze down upon all the tiny little ordinary folk of the city as they go about their lives as; bus drivers, shop workers, medical staff, food processors, postmen (and women), street cleaners and fulfilment-centre pickers/packers. See how many of them are queued in the car park of the shopping centre, desperately trying to get the very latest, over-priced, electronic gadget for family members (because every single unit sold out on-line within an hour, over a month ago!), or just any old plastic shit that will do! - which has most probably been produced by some of the companies in which you invest ladies and gentlemen and will ahve been shipped more than halfway around the world, burning hundreds of tons of low quality, high sulphur, bunker fuel! (perhaps some of you are invested in oil ladies and gentlemen?).
See how they stand in those shopping centre queues, their face masks sodden with condensation and warm breath in the chill winter air (providing veritable Petri-dish conditions for any viral / bacterial particles that should land on them!). See how they shuffle forward in a snaking line, trying to avoid contact between themselves and yet compelled, by the coercive force of social media adverts, to grab all the wondrous Xmas goodies that are on offer. They will feel less of themselves if they can't get any of those shiny, shiny things! They will feel that they will be scorned and looked down upon by others on social media if they can't live up to the life style messaging that they constantly receive multiple times every day of their miserable lives! (perhaps some of you are invested in advertising?). Perhaps some of those folk down there assembled / upholstered the first-class seats that you are currently reclining in, perhaps some of them cooked the food you are about to be served with. Perhaps some had to make yet another 50-mile daily commute, in trepidation of contracting Covid-19 on public transport, in order to service this very aeroplane yesterday!
But let us rise above all this tedious quotidian reality and climb to a cruising altitude of 28,000 feet for the next eight hours and just sit back and enjoy the in-flight entertainment, the haute cuisine and the best possible wine list from the very best vineyards of the world. For this plane is funded by and brought to you by money-makers and job-creators and by folk who seldom if ever wonder about the lives of the very ordinary people who; work for them, buy their products and distribute the same product, both on a local and global scale.
So as those tiny folk recede from view ladies and gentlemen, how much does it really matter that they too have bills to pay and jobs to desperately hang on to and food to put on the table, after all, they are only small bills and small tables.
There maybe Covid-19 for many to worry about, but the world just keeps on turning and money doesn't multiply all by itself you know!
(:IF Var ="probablyfeeling_theStress_from_months of this_interminable_freekin virus and the way it magnifies_social_iniquity globally"=True, Then Probably best to finish here init)
<rant over>
Biting the hand that feeds IT
