Yet another fruitless student protest shows that there is a better way to express your opinion.
Mimmie Wilhelmson
So here we go again, another bloody march to protest against the cuts
People who get together to shout about the government. People who seek support from each other and want to feel part of something bigger, something important. People who believe they are making a difference.
They gather in their Dr. Martens boots, with their placards and their pockets filled with opinions. They gather with their heads held high and think they are on some kind of important mission.
But we are not in Cairo. Nor are we in Syria or Spain. And we are not in Greece. We are not fighting dictators nor do we need a bailout from the Euro.
Do our protesters just feel the need to be part of the ongoing big changes in the world? To feel included?
I didn’t go on Wednesday. Not because I’m scared of vegans, dreadlocks or hippies. Not because I’m scared of getting hit on the head by a placard with a stupid picture of Nick Clegg or George Osborne. Or worse, a falling fire extinguisher.
And not because I support the Conservatives or the Liberal Democrats. Not because I’m a big fan of David Cameron. Actually, just like most of you, I think our dear friend Cameron can shove his reforms and Big Society up his arse.
To go to a march where a bunch of angry people act like sheep and where the police are the sheepdogs does not seem like the solution for me. I don’t want to be looked after by Mr ‘shepherd’ Cameron and his little loyal pets.
I don’t want to go on a march where it is more than likely that there will be a group of naïve youths wearing masks and smashing windows just for the hell of it.
No, I want to do it my own way.
We already know the cuts are happening. Let us get on with it and deal with the situation instead. We all already know that politicians lie – this is more a rule than an exception. Why are we acting so surprised?
We all know that prices go up. We have been through rough times before, and it is time for us to get through yet another one. We’re all in this together, after all.