Give me strength! Give me a vodka.

No wonder we're all binge drinkers. Christ, it's a social necessity these days. Alcohol abuse is the only thing that prevents us all from taking our nearest and dearest out with a kitchen knife and a rolling pin. We can't even dispose of the bodies anymore. The Polish migrant workers have gone home so there's no one to dig up the patio, and no one can afford the petrol to drive to the nearest reservoir to dump the bodies, so we're all stuck in a drunken coma waiting until Britain stops being a national production of Deliverance. I know who I blame. Facebook.

Yes, I blame Facebook. More specifically, the Facebook group application. There was a time when the general public got angry. Became really angry about things like illegal wars, general injustice and the price of everyday essentials. Not now. Oh no. Now, all these former activists have become a parody of a Daily Mail reader. Only instead of writing into a newspaper ranting about whichever minority has declared war on the right wingers that week, they join, or even worse, create, a Facebook group.

Groups like this:



Aren't they precious? There's a simplicity in their thoughts that I am envious of. Well, that is until I realise the trade off would be every fibre of my intelligence, all my common sense and anything that vaguely resembles tolerance being ripped out of my head and replaced with ignorance, hatred and a passion to be a guest of Jeremy Kyle.

However, for every dodgy, reprehensible and moronic group, there's one which is the exact opposite. The make Jeremy Clarkson the Prime Minister one for example.Or the ones with actual links towards the petitions that the Government allegedly take into consideration. But they do no bloody good. At all. They provide a medium for which is used to vent. Much like blogging, only with more people of the same opinion surrounding you to validate your feelings and moan. Moan, moan, bloody moan. It's cathartic, I'm sure, but it's next to useless in effecting change and making the world a better place.

Sitting around may have worked in the 60's and 70's, but that's only because everyone was too off their faces on acid to be able to actually do anything other than sit down. And at least they were all sat together, actually disrupting things and forcing change. They weren't all spread throughout the country, like their Daily Mail reading counterparts, tutting furiously and writing in, and spending a week getting quite angry only to read their letter out of the newspaper and then to be very happy and be the talk of the bridge club, before tutting again about the minority of the moment.

Even as recently as the Poll Tax protests, the people forced the Government to back down by simply not paying it. Not now though. Now, it seems, that Neil Kinnock has spent the past two decades seeping himself into the public's consciousness and acting as a power tranquilizer to stop us doing anything proactive. In times of old, if petrol prices were ridiculously high and the vast majority of that price was made up of tax, it would be off the menu until the Government buckled. Not anymore. Now, to protest, we buy(?) the petrol, and then drive really, really slowly up the motorway to affect everyone but the Government. And don't forget giving the assistant at the petrol station such a look just to show them how annoyed we are!

It's not that we've become apathetic, it's that we've chosen the easier choice. We can protest outside, suffer a little pain, go without, make do and mend and all that, until the Government is forced to back down, or we can type a little rant on the wall of a Facebook group, full of like minded individuals, and convince ourselves that that's it. We've done all we can and that the Government will have to listen, because there are 100,000 members of the group and no one could possibly ignore them. Alas, they are ignored. Because we're all too pissed to care.