There is something terribly wrong, isn't there?

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!

¿Será muy tarde ya?, y si no, ¿esperaremos a qué lo sea?

¿Otros tiempos fueron mejores?

Ciframos nuestras esperanzas en la tecnología, creyendo que sus inventos iban a llenar todos los vacíos. Cándidamente nos pusimos en manos de "la era espacial", y dejamos que organizara nuestras sociedades y dispusiera de nuestras vidas. Y nos sentíamos orgullosos de los primeros resultados: comenzó el desfile de dispositivos y artefactos que prometían que, a diferencia de otras épocas esta si era "La Era".

No había más que pensar. "La ciencia lo sabe todo. La ciencia lo arreglara todo". No había más que pensar. "La filosofía para pasar el tiempo; la religión para los viejos y los tontos". Ya no había que tomarse la vida tan en serio, solo vivir los adelantos. Los ideales, las costumbres, la moral, todo cambio, todo se modernizo: "¡abajo los prejuicios!". Todos nos sentíamos tan afortunados de haber nacido en este preciso momento. Toda la historia lo estaba buscando. Era lo que el hombre siempre estuvo buscando. "Y justo nos tocó a nosotros" - pensamos.

Sí, nos creímos muy diferentes del hombre de todos los demás tiempos. En nuestro caso, el sueño se había cristalizado: ¡tendríamos la felicidad eterna en este mundo! Pero el tiempo se ha encargado de desengañarnos: no somos felices, y muchísimo menos eternos. Lo que llamábamos "La Realidad" era solo la última parte del sueño. El sueño en el que el hombre ha estado fantaseando por miles de años. El sueño de que se puede ser feliz con tan solo el cuerpo y la materia.

Y el sueño termino. La época nos ha fallado. Lo que teníamos por conocimiento no era más que jugar con la ignorancia. Y ahora solo nos queda la ignorancia. Nos creímos diferentes, pero hemos terminado igual... ¡o peor! Incluso hay quien dice que estamos en el umbral de la extinción del hombre, a un paso de la destrucción de todo el planeta "¿Sera muy tarde ya?"...