I watched a few minutes of the Manchester Derby over lunch, and what was more interesting than the game were the animated billboards.

The first one to go past said how "together matters". Unless you object to having the State or your employer forcefully inject an experimental substance from a multi-billion dollar legally immune pharmaceutical company into your veins. Unless you object to being beaten with batons if you resist having your business shut down for a virus with a ninety-nine percent survival rate. Or unless you're Russian with a Mastercard, even if you haven't been in the country for years.

The second one was about "no racism". What that means is that if you're a white European and you are proud of your culture and want to preserve it, you're a monster. If you think it's a bad idea to let an unlimited amount of totally undocumented people from violent third-world hellscapes come across in life rafts, then you're a Nazi.

The third one was about "sustainability", closely followed by one telling everyone they should travel to Abu Dubai on a gas guzzling jet-- you know, where they drive around in Bugattis they got from siphoning oil out of the ground and selling it.

Watching the little bit that I did made me feel like Neo once he realized he lived in the matrix. Everything is fine as long as you stay on the plantation, don't question anything, just do whatever you're told. If you even point out the existence of the plantation, let alone do anything to rock the boat or combat it, they destroy your whole life.

The crowd looked ninety-five percent white, yet they were paying huge percentages of their paltry paychecks to watch a bunch of black guys kick a sphere around, making hundreds of thousands of pounds a week, kneeling to "Black Lives Matter" and lecturing them about how racist they are, while being subjected to non-stop Globohomo propaganda in the stadium, condemning them and everything they-- at least used to-- believe in.