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With the launch of my fifty-second year, why do I suddenly feel we are gripping the white-knuckled grip of a culture on the edge of a cliff and that I can no longer sweep these observations under my rug? And once-benign places and processes, preserved by “institutions”, unsettle and concern me; I seem to see through these attempts at their management on our behalf, cutting through their crap like a hot knife through butter now, my rose-tinted goggles removed. Such institutions hold the long-established, seldom questioned, trust of the people…and yet, what if it turns out, they are as misguided as they could be, the very band continuing to play as we all march to our demise? Until we question our way out of the entrenched normality of a previous age, we have no hope of seeing what is really going on before our very eyes. Continue reading →