A call to action

Call your gran. Go. Call her. And while you're at it, why not get in touch with other long-lost members of your family as well? It's as good a time as any. Glitterditch is in a panic at the moment because we've been reading far too many news stories about people who have been locked away/killed/ignored for years on end, and apart from the general worry that it might happen to our relatives, we are far more concerned about the weird message it send out about the communications generation.

We now live in a world where everyone who is anyone has the internet (for now we will flippantly ignore those who don't and concentrate mainly on the first world, and the US). In the UK, there are now more mobile phones than there are people. You can register to vote by text, and you can order pizza online (thanks Stelios), you can search the National Archives to find out if there are any UFOs hovering down your street. So why the fuckballs can't you check to see if people are alive?

It's the recent news of a man who was left dead for so long that he mummified which is disturbing us today, and bringing on this panic. We demand answers. We demand your attention. We demand righteous indignation. And most importantly, we demand that you call all your elderly relatives to make sure they haven't died on the shitter. Because really, people, this kind of stuff should not be happening.

As Oxfam's most recent and devastatingly smug campaign reminds us, we all need to 'be humankind.' And that means taking care of basic human rights, like the rights to food, water, housing, and being mourned when you finally pop off.

Glitter is stomping off in disgust. If we're not back in 24 hours, someone fucking do something.

Photo courtesy of seriykotik on Flickr.

Written by Nikki on 15 May 2008 11:55 AM. Permalink