The real problem with ISIS is that ISIS are not the real problem.
I wish they were. I wish to God they were. Because the real problem is much, much worse.
For the longest time I wondered why the UK government was so limp-wristed in their approach to ISIS. And then one day I realised. I realised something I had known deep down all along.
The British Government don’t hate ISIS. They support them.
ISIS aren’t the enemy. They’re a weapon. They’re a very effective weapon as well.
It’s not a new revelation that the British Government hate its people. For two thousand years us peasants have been treated as little more than money-making ants, and, to our shame, we have accepted this pecking order. King after King, Lord after Lord. The hierarchy has always been in place and we, the masses, have always been at the bottom. But I’m not here to rant on about the need for socialism. In fact, I think a mobile hierarchy is a great template for society, and the only true flaw with Britain’s social system was the inability for men to easily climb up the ladder. I’m writing this because the current government’s contempt for us is now literally killing us.
We get frustrated because the country’s authorities are so soft on extremists, but the government wants terror attacks. As long as Lee Rigby is getting beheaded in the street and innocent concert goers are being exploded, we are scared. And as long as we are scared we will willingly give up our rights. Why use basic common sense and tough measures to crackdown on ISIS when you can use the fear of the people to pass through more creepy Orwellian laws that take basic freedoms away from the masses?
The last person on this Earth I want to agree with is Cherie Blair or any close relative, but it pains me to admit that her sister was right when she said young British Muslims gravitate towards Islam extremism because they’re disenfranchised with life. People dismissed her and said she was making excuses for terrorists. But she wasn’t. She was giving a very good explanation. The overall suicide rate in young men in Britain is appallingly high. We’re told it’s because young men struggle to talk about mental health. But that is complete and utter bullshit. It’s because Britain today is a barren wasteland in terms of future prospects. I’m a young female and I get depressed when I think about how tough it is out there and how much pressure there is for me to succeed. For a man, it must be much worse. Want to buy a house? No chance. Hey I see you’ve got a degree in Sociology, that’ll be good for a dead end job in a call centre. Oh you want to become self employed? Sure, just jump through these thousand hoops and don’t get too tangled in all the red tape.
However hard it is for young women, just imagine the pressure for young men to prove themselves. So many must feel like failures and it breaks my heart. Young Englishmen turn in on themselves and commit suicide. Muslims are courted by ISIS. A suicide bomber is still a man driven to commit suicide, whether he takes fifty others with him or not. He was still driven to end his life. Look, for however evil and vile ISIS is as a weapon, the suicide bombers they use were once healthy young men whose disillusioned minds and lack of hope was twisted against them. Of course, if the government cared, we could sort this out. If a young man – Muslim or not – has hope for a happy successful future, why on earth would he be convinced to blow himself up? You can’t talk a healthy mind into suicide. Help ALL young men work for a better future. But it’s hard to imagine Big Brother giving a shit.
Does it not strike anyone as strange that a government – any government – would spend time and money in stopping Jihadi supporters from leaving the country and allow them to continue living among its people? Does a three year sentence in a low-security prison for planning to commit the heinous crime of mass murder not strike anyone as unduly lenient? Does it not seem unusual that a government that had its citizens best interests at heart would allow that?
Of course, if ISIS were eradicated, the British public wouldn’t be scared. And it’s harder to take rights away from fearless people.
Recently the government passed a law which granted them authority to look up anyone’s Internet search history at any time. To look up my internet search history. To look up your internet search history. This is the modern day equivalent of barging into someone’s house, forcing your way into their bedroom, lifting up the mattress and rifling through the findings. It’s controlling and invasive to say the least. They said it was in the name of fighting terrorism, but it didn’t stop 22 innocent lives getting obliterated in Manchester. It didn’t stop the rampages in London. And it sure as hell won’t stop the next bomber. I have been nothing but a meek, law-abiding citizen in this country my entire life. I pay taxes and toe the line. I volunteer for charity and give back to the community. As far back as my family tree stretches, I have ancestors living on this land. Like the majority of people living on this island, I have never shown an ounce of hostility towards my country, my neighbours or my government. And yet my privacy has been taken away. There’s a disgustingly creepy mentality going around of ‘if you’ve got nothing to hide, you’ve got nothing to fear’, and this is when you know 1984 really has come to life. Benjamin Franklin’s said it best: “Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.”
Well, we gave up our essential liberty, and safety we received none.
But it’s hard to say we deserve it.