The simpleton from the village was made up the other day. His brown-nosing, tyrannical seventeen year old self was so very chuffed and self-satisfied that he'd already got the job at his local supermarket. It turned out they didn't want him, so he tried to sully my character by attacking me today. His nickname, among the less educated and eastern European branch of the service - those in charge: those uneducated, brutish-thugs that are immigrants is '"Speedy" Gonzalez', because he's idle, slow, and doesn't measure up. He came down on me like a tonne of bricks today over nothing, dragging my life into the mix. I thought to myself, "My life?" Mister been in the same little provincial backwater all his life is only scarcely seventeen, thinks he knows everything and was home "educated". No no no no no. This is Hades, Tartarus. It is as far from the Earth as Heaven is from our own patch of the universe (Homer, Iliad 8.16) "as far below Hades as heaven is above earth" (trans. Mitchell, 2012, p.123 [Weidenfeld and Nicolson]). This is my learned, experienced, well-read, well-bred, so very well educated "superior". It occured to me how this may be the "order" in Hades. In Hades, the realm of Pluto and Persephone, the least competant, the least well educated, the least kind, the least mindful, the least benevolent, the least capable, are all appointed positions of authority. It is exactly like Dark Age Britain. Choose the most crossed in-bred gypsies, the most brown-nosers, with no moral worth, whatsoever, and put them in positions of authority. There is no thought for patriotism, honesty, virtue, education, experience, kindess, piety, good-will, good character: none of those traits mean anything here, in this country. I am 44. I hold two degrees, including a master's in classical Latin. I have a daughter of 21. My boss is seventeen. Is this right? No, of course not: it's Dark Age Britain. It is Hades, chaos, out of order. The chimps' tea party.
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