Bloodred Devonti
I'll tell you something, friend - it's all gonna be the same. Forever. Sure, there'll be bigger buildings and different shoes and whatever, but deep down, it's all the same! Take your average Teddy, for example. A fine, upstanding young gentleman who likes getting into trouble and also a pretty Judy's skirt. Alright, alright, it's all well and dandy when he's a teenager. But then - but then! - they start putting ideas in his head.
At first, you know that us cockney gents gotta stick together. Soon, though, the Man will start polluting his thoughts with the telly an' the radio to boot. Grow up! it'll say, Get a job, get a wife, settle down. He'll be able to resist it for a while, yeah, but for how long? Soon, he goes off to college and gets some learning. Learn all he wants, until he's a brainless twit of a nothing, but he still looks like a Teddy on the outside. However, boys, he is not.
He is an Adult, a drivel-minded, bull-swinging Grown-up Person with nothing to stand on. He's filled with Thoughts that are wrong-to-the-fullest-extent-of-the-wrong. Like taxes, and oppressing the minorities, and killing off any fun he might have. If the Man says 'jump', the Adult - that poor, stupid fuck - will do it! Just up and jumps, jumps through the hoops in his boring office building in a boring cubicle, and once he's done that he'll jump back to his boring suburban home with his boring placid wife and his boring two-and-a-half ugly children who will never know the true pleasure of being your own man.
Been like this for centuries, it has. Never gonna change, because the government doesn't want it to change. Us Teddies are gonna be goners within a few years; just you watch. And Old Mother England won't give half a damn when we're gone.
