AFTER THE BOMBS FALL WE’LL BE ONE You make the world in your own image. The remorseless banks of piggery that snatch at your meagre savings, without interest while throwing millions to a shady property developer who build homes beyond the reach of those who build them. Organised crime will be much more sophisticated, in the form of off-shore tax-avoidance, and dirty-money laundering. Drugs could be delivered by well-known brand couriers, much like the East India Company did yester-year. A date via Tinder or Plenty of Fish for a one-night stand, or a wife with a beard who can still give birth but won’t be known as mother. You can act as you like, be anyone you’d like to be, dress as you like, piss where you like, be in any hospital ward you like, or any prison cell you like, with full genitalia. Meanwhile, back in your damp, black-moulded flat, having visited the food-bank, and paid off your education fees, like a mortgage, you can read about they who flaunt their wealth in your tabloid. Protest, if you’re envious of these fine philanthropists, while you work away in your underpaid job, where you didn’t get a proper wage-rise for what seems decades now. If that three million pound yacht is out of reach, or that five million pound house, at least you can join in our climate-change programme. De-Industrialisation. Reagan taught Thatcher that. No more coal-mines, no more heavy industries, no more militant trade, unions. No more socialism? Now we need to persuade Russia, especially China, to do the same. It’s saving the planet for a free world. Sorry, got to go, must catch a plane, I’m delivering bombs. Wilson John Haire. 16th February, 2022.