Maybe Our World is Their Heaven


The Apocalypse is coming! Really? No, it’s not. But beyond that you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise. The way people run on you’d be forgiven for thinking it’s ALL TRUE. The Polar ice caps have melted, the waves are lapping at your doorstep, troops goose step down your street making daily patrols of ‘The Infected Area’, a preacher with a megaphone reads us all our last rights before being blown apart by the neighbourhood suicide bomber (Jim). You brush the human entrails off your shoulder on your way to the shops to pick up the latest hysteria rag from our responsible, respected media betters. On the front of The Sun today: ‘Price William grabs girl’s boob.’ Some of the less informed amongst you might not see how that headline could be heralding the immanent arrival of the Four Horsemen. But believe you me… they’re closer than they’ve ever been before.

Whimsy aside, (huh?) you know the kind of thing I’m talking about. Of course this isn’t exactly a new phenomenon. I’ve been known to enjoy a good dystopia future fantasy as much as the next man, but when it starts leaking out of the pages of J.G Ballard and Ridley Scott’s celluloid can’t contain it, I think it’s time to step back and take another look at what you really see with your own eyes. Talk of the apocalypse is not nearly the fun it used to be, somewhere along the line we let it get serious. Maybe involvement in an unwinable war and a fundamentalist Christian regime in the White House will do that to a nation. But it’s not like we haven’t been here before. Maybe I’m just getting older and becoming more aware of it.

If you tell a lie often enough people will believe it, and I think its high time people stopped believing what they’re told.