silenced by slacks

Big Denim has an agenda against me. How is it that in the past 3 weeks my two favourite pairs of jeans have had broken zips? This is the first time in my life that this has happened and neither pair is even a year old. There’s got to be a conspiracy at play. “The Man” is out to get me. Why?

On my drive home today I was thinking that I am currently bored enough to become radicalised. I’ve been reading about African philosophies, the underdevelopment of Africa during imperial rule and the fallout that followed, and about broader socio-economic ideologies and once again been struck with thoughts of how things are isn’t necessarily how they have to be. It’s got me pondering whether there are other viable routes to prosperity, fulfilment and freedom outside of structures we currently find ourselves in.

Conversely, all this reading has highlighted how I’m such a fake intellectual. How has it only just dawned on me that capitalism is the socio-economic structure in which the dominant class are the owners of capital. The education system clearly failed me.

Anyway, I digress. I currently find myself bored enough to be thinking big thoughts and contemplating a new world order. At the same time that this is happening, my jeans are getting destroyed. Coincidence? I think not. Clearly “the Man” is trying to silence me. There can be no other explanation.