I have no idea how to resolve the problem.
I used to think something had to be done to "resolve the problem" but then I realised nothing could be done. Either "the problem" resolves itself or it doesn't. Maybe it stays a "problem", maybe it gets worse but that's it, that's all it is - a problem.
Problems may or may not be solvable. If they're not solvable then the best one can hope to do is avoid them insofar as avoidance is possible.
The world may go up in smoke tomorrow. Unsolvable. Unavoidable. Game over. A situation entirely beyond my control. Furthermore, I may become dead, via any number of alternative fates. Buses, gas leaks, glitches in my dna-code, hostile dna-code.
Many people (the vast majority) who are not me, decide to buy into this - democratic pantomime, feelgood bullshit because, for that brief second they put an x in a box, they feel hope. They feel empowered. The politician stands on tv and tells them they have the power, he quotes the holy constitution and they believe in a bunch of dog and pony crap. Me? I see it as propaganda. Media induced hope.
So the stage is set, the actors are spewing trite, predictable one-liners, designed by the best scriptwriters in the country, to incite and enflame the passions of the audience. The audience will exercise their "power" and, finally, some will claim victory and other defeat.
A year from now, everything will be exactly the same, save for a new baddie to blame for everything that's wrong with the world.
Vote for change. Vote for a job. Vote for a career. Vote for a family. Vote for a fucking big television, vote for washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Vote for good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Vote for fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Vote for a starter home. Vote for your friends. Vote for leisure wear and matching luggage. Vote for a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Vote for DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Vote for sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Vote for rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Vote for your future. Vote for life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to vote for life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got democracy?