Adam, Eve and The Art Of Blaming Others
Before you try and save the world, stop tilting it towards hell.
Growing up politics, was always at the table.
For most of us, politics was always at the table, or if not, somewhere around it. Picture me, except fourteen years old, a bunch of other fourteen-year-olds, with school shirts that scratched at our necks (and made us look like we had no neck), and an English lit paper in our hands, having a fleshy after school conversation.
People are so oppressed.
Other nods, then talk of revolution, capitalism vs socialism, politicians etc.
Looking back at it now, we had no idea what we were discussing. Sure, our personalities were being moulded, even then, and we had somewhat good ideas,
But we had no idea. Politics was some arbitrary conversation starter that we had with tea or croissant or coke (except my mother didn’t let me drink coke, so I watched everyone else drink it).
Thirty-year-olds, usually don’t have any idea what they are discussing either.
The problem isn’t age. It’s our perspective.
The Art of Blaming Everyone Else
As I grew older, the kind of rhetoric that consisted of blaming our politicians…
