Much as we are a divided nation before the virus dug itself into the populace, the aftershock will be that of a much more divided nation, We’ve all done mass participation at sometime or or another without knowing who the hell your standing next to. We’ve travelled the world eaten and drank of its many delights, fornicated to profusion, and diluted the many cultures into vague pastel shades, and most want to be twenty first century celebs. But it is all at a cost, this has made cultural (racial identity) a blur. The old racial stereotypes are going fast and racism should be gone, but alas it has not. The media also paints idealistic nonsense of how folk get on, and very often you will find countries a closed shop. Identities contained in one street so post virus time, it remains an unanswered question are we more divided than you think or will street frictional atmosphere light like fires, posing more questions than answers.
What Is A Brit
The Brit is your friend in the pub, was he in the SAS, or Para, the Navy or Air Force, he is your drinking buddy, ship them all out and vote Brexit he said, appears to give a shit about his buddies but yet is self, self, self, all the way. Oh you know him, We all do.
What is a Brit he or she is a thug, without road paint, he plans war from the Thatcher inspired solitary have and have not society, he has virtual friends because he can’t be arsed to talk.
So Brit will have to cheep, is he that knows not his brother’s name, no name, for he knows when saving the stranger or neighbour at war, every opportunity for sex is on Tinder, millions of thoughtless encounters for he is a Brit. An unfortunate product of media politic control, someone who can’t laugh with his next door neighbour for fear his neighbours property will diminish, the value his own abode, we are a cheap shitty excuse for a so called society here are the Brits god help us all, we are all mates I think not.