21st Century Life: The Promise and the Reality

I came across this annual recently and it reminded me that I used to devour the TV21 comic that came out every week. This was published by the makers of Thunderbirds, Stingray and Captain Scarlett, all the shows I used to love watching as a kid. 

These puppet shows were all set in the 21st Century, where everyone lived in gadget-filled houses and wore sharp suits and angular glasses, while driving flying cars. Life it seemed was going to be great when we got to the 21st Century. It was going to be modern and enlightened.  

Well, here we are. Already in the first quarter of it, and what do we have?  No sharp suits, just loose tracksuits produced by slave labour in countries like Bangladesh. Gadget filled houses? Well, yes we have them.  I have two laptops, four tablets and several Alexa devices. But the houses are still pretty ordinary. 

But do we have enlightenment? Sadly not. Thanks to weak minded politicians, we are still dominated by religion.  And around the world, all we see are Kalashnikov wielding raggedy-bearded MONKEYS murdering, maiming and raping their way through societies in order to violently convert them to the idea that the words of a 'God; who not only does not exist, but CANNOT exist, is somehow contained in the disconnected ramblings that have been wrongly attributed to a 7th Century greasy Arab kiddy fiddler in a cave! 

How sad, how very sad indeed. 


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