Dear Boris and Donald,
Overlords. Overlords and outsiders. Oppressive order. Savvy! The stuff, Boris and Donald, of dystopian novels. Or is it?
Is the word dystopia really a synonym for the here and now, for your here and now?
For a world in which your narcissistic selves climbed over piles of others, in your desperate scrambles to get to the top – to step into the roles that you were both bred and born for. Bred to stand on precipices, born to lord it over your admirers!
Now you the main characters in a real-life Lion King fairytale!
But where is the good guy, Mufasa? And why, Boris, have you settled for the role of understudy – to Scar?
Overlords, look again! Is it admiration that you see, or are the people mocking, laughing at you – waiting for you to fall?
It’s time. Time to maintain your sense of self. Time to hold onto a semblance of dignity. Tome to accept the inevitable.
Come on down, Boris!
Donald’s hand is reaching out to you …
It’s okay, Boris and Donald, you can come on down together, hand in hand.
And at the bottom?
At the bottom, you can stand together, as you survey the chaos around you – the chaos that you both played giant-blown-up-balloon hands in! And, together, you can make a plan. United in purpose (as always), you can put on your work gloves, let go of each other and begin to …
…sift through the rubble.
Yours savvily, Jay Cool
P.S. Give me a hand up, will you?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 25th September, 2019
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Prefer reality? Time to reconsider! Is the reality really that attractive?