As I write this the Euro 2016 just kicked off. This was the establishment’s last ditched effort to entertain the people of a country in terminal decline.
Sometimes I wonder, is it worth it to pretend to forget about our problems for four weeks ? Living on stale beer and cheap weed, pretending we’re proud of our national team made up of a bunch a millionaires paid to play a game?
When I see people around me, I think it is; being unaware of what’s ahead is bliss, actually. What good is there to know your plane is going down before everyone else? Whose position would you envy the most in that situation?