That Swedish brat Greater Thunderbird is at it again.
God but she’s an intensely irritating child.
Now she has the schoolkids out on strike marching for a cause that has been drummed into them by relentless propaganda. Instead of going out and enjoying themselves they have been radicalised into a cause they probably don’t even understand. They have become the Hitler Youth of the Warble Gloaming movement.
I wonder how many of them have really understood the implication of their demands. How many of them are looking forward to rolling brown-outs and black-outs when the wind fails to blow? Are they prepared to forgo their smart phones and iPads because of the damage to the environment? Have all their parents converted to battery driven cars that have been recharged by a windmill on their rooftops [because mains electricity is fired by non-renewable sources like gas and coal]. Just how many of them realise just how dependent they are on the very things they are trying to abolish? Very few, if any I would imagine.
Sadly they also fail to see the futility of their “strikes”. When a worker strikes there is an impact on goods or services with the resultant public awareness of the cause. When schoolkids take a day off it has no impact whatsoever except maybe giving teachers an easier time. It doesn’t even affect their parents who will just carry on doing what they do every other Friday. So no one gives a shit.
When I was their age I had just left school. I was doing what any young adult should be doing – going out and exploring my new found freedoms. I was the terror of the local pubs and dancehalls. I quickly discovered the joy of my first hangover and the first slap on the face from an irate female. In my College Years I went on lots of protests all right, not because I particularly espoused a particular cause but mainly because it was good craic and anyway it was expected of me as a college student.
They were fucking good times and I’m glad I didn’t waste them.