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!
And now?
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!
It’s time!
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.
Any survivors?
Yours savvily, Jay Cool
P.S. Give me a hand up, will you?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 25th September, 2019
Prefer fictional dystopia to reality? Me too! Bury your head in the rubble and get reading. Please peruse these reviews of some of my favourite reads:
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Prefer reality? Time to reconsider! Is the reality really that attractive?
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