I'm always a bit dubious of "the country's gone to the dogs" conversations.
I remember reading Bertrum Russell saying how it was common for ancient greek philosopher to make the same complain. He concluded that it generally translated into, "I'm getting old, somebody should do something".
Personally, I've got a job, a nice (if expensive) flat, and am generally content. Anything I think that needs to be fixed, I don't think that anybody but me can fix it.
Not to say that everything's perfect, but life isn't. As Dennis Leary said, "Life sucks, buy a hat".
Consider, good and bad:
Good: The explosions in London yesterday. A horrible thing to happen, but consider the reaction of Londoners. It's basically come done to "Sod 'em". Sometimes I love the people of this city.
Bad: With reference to litter. A few months ago, I was walking down the street and a woman with a baby threw a cigarette wrapper on the ground. Dispite the fact that she was about a foot from a bin. I have never felt more "Daily Mail" in my life. I almost walked up to her a said, "Have some respect you stupid b*tch, you aren't the only person who lives here!"
I think the good outways the bad.
I appear to be reading NME, what does that say about me?