We’re winning too much.
Winning is the seratonin on top of adrenalin.
Winning in sport is putting on the foundation before the blusher; smooths over life’s little imperfections before you show the real highlights.
We’re winning too much to be angry.
Anyone who says “Fuck this Shit” to all this winning now just sounds like a loser.
I have this theory of history I call the Fuck This Shit theory:
Important stuff doesn’t get done until enough people say “Fuck This Shit,” and then they make the big changes.
The American colonists looked at how the King was treating their colonies, and they were all “Fuck this Shit”, and so they got the American Revolution.
Same applies to FDR’s New Deal after the Depression: hundreds of thousands of unemployed camped out on the Presidents’ front lawn effectively saying “Fuck this Shit” in unison.
The United Kingdom’s kicking Churchill out after World War 2 and rationing; “Fuck This Shit”, and got the National Health Service and stuff.
(This doesn’t always work out well for everyone. I’m sure New Zealand Maori were thinking “Fuck this Shit” at how the British colonials were treating them, and the resulting war wasn’t enough).
The U.K. is getting close to Fuck This Shit trigger level.
But we’re not there yet. We’re still singing like we’re winning; most prefer the crystal meth high of happiness through winning instead of the long relaxed drag of hope. We want to hold the toke nice and long.
Hope is something you don’t need when you’re on a winning high.
Anyone – especially politicians in election year – who hates on winning simply hates your high.
Sometimes hope is just a pain in the ass.
We’re winning too much, and Fuck This Shit.