I Got F**ked By A Ukrainian for Breakfast
My gorgeous baby daughter said to me yesterday;
“Daddy. Did you know, when you leave the car, the music continues to play? People continue to listen even when the car is off? It can still be heard?”
Today I had a meeting at my office. I work full-time in the agricultural industry. We help feed New Zealand. It wasn’t a joyful meeting. It contained few positives. The GM painted the worse case scenarios.
He talked about Russia and its history of warfare. They fight to the bitter end and rarely give up. Even when their people are starving, they’ll still continue. Even when their troops face harsh winters, they’ll still continue. Year after fucking year. What’s a decade to the elite when you’re living comfortably feeding your face with decadent illegal imports.
Ukraine combined with Russia produces 25% of the world’s wheat. That’s a huge chunk of food right there. What’s going to happen when that much food is gone? And what of the oil and gas? What of the millions of refugees now flooding borders? All this displacement. All this upheaval. Maybe Putin was scared. Maybe he realized that control of all those rich resources would be a huge bargaining chip for the future. Maybe he took one fucking look at the world burning and decided to act now before it was too late.
It’s hard to obtain wheat from a scorched earth.
No more cereal. A Russian force is fucking over Ukraine and fucking over my future breakfast cereal.
Does Putin give a fuck? All his oligarch mates are running. No more superyachts for them. No more holiday homes. No more beach houses and imaginary trade in imaginary coins all pictured on worthless NFTs. Their cries for help aren’t being ignored. Putin is telling them to hold fast. Loyal patriots will be rewarded much like the first gold rush that swept them all to power.
Remember those times comrade?
Remember when we land grabbed from the people and bought all the commodities to grow fat. Do you remember comrade? Do you remember how we laughed as we feasted on Swan with truffles and drank century-old champagne?
Everything is skyrocketing. Everything. It’s no good burying your head in the sand with this one. Unprecedented times they say. Every fucking year its another unprecedented time. Perhaps the Wildfire’s and the umair haque’s of this world were right after all. Perhaps we need to surrender to it. We’re past tipping points.
Covid has just begun in NZ. While we grapple with a pandemic the world declared over, another strain rears its head in China. More deadly. More contagious. More gloom. Is your brain hurting? Can you cope with more death scenarios?
Have we mentioned climate change? It’s hot here in New Zealand. We’re in Autumn. It shouldn’t be this fucking hot. We don’t have rain. We have too much rain. We don’t have fertile land without synthetic fertiliser. It’s marketing that has led everyone to believe we live on a sustainable future. We don’t. Stop the synthetic fertiliser and people stop eating no matter how many crops you plant.
It’s never enough.
Nothing is ever enough. We never have enough to feed. Never enough to spend. Never enough shit to own. Never enough cars. Houses. Hours to fucking work. There’s never enough.
A decade of war will fuck us all. How long before it stops being the main news item? How long before we’ve all switched off and retreated to our bubble? How long before the next wave of Covid reaches your shores and you no longer give a fuck about some distant Ukrainian starving in a scorched wheat field? How much longer? How long have we got?
Is switching off the answer? Would I feel more relaxed not knowing?
My gorgeous baby daughter said to me yesterday;
“Daddy. Did you know, when you leave the car, the music continues to play? People continue to listen even when the car is off? It can still be heard?”
It can still be heard. The world continues its mad descent even when we’re not paying attention.
Maybe that is the answer after all.