A tidal wave of innovation and redefined growth is waiting, but first we must fix the house to ensure it survives the storm

Who do you call when the oven breaks? You call the engineers!!! We are trained to fix things and build things.
The system is broken. Call in the engineers. It’s actually not even that difficult to fix lol, we’ve got mad software tings now bro, we just need a mindset shift, a new way to think and to get out of our own way.

The scientists focus on theories, they don’t understand uncertainty or how to deal with it, the engineers focus on practice and what works in reality. The artists give us meaning. Engineering combines both!!! I’ll call the scientists when I have a very specific question which requires knowledge I might not already have (if AI doesn’t know it - unlikely).

We need things to work in practice (reality), not in theory (abstract)!!! As lovely as any particular utopias may sound, we still would need a plan to get there that works in reality. We can’t just pretend we’re already there!

(Most) Economists do (? not sure exactly? pretentiousness, misinformation and anti-science? blind faith? hoping for the best? never listening or learning?). The economists must get priority access to see a qualified NHS doctor for they are sick, they have a disease of the mind, a disease in thinking.

Stop listening to the economists - they haven’t got the first clue how to build something, they’re just throwing poorly cooked spaghetti at my grandad’s wall he built 100 years ago and hoping a few strands stick to it somehow. Spaghetti only has adhesive properties in a very limited way and barely at all when you throw it at concrete. And stop throwing spaghetti at my grandad’s wall anyway you delinquents!!

It is true that the wall has done it’s time, it’s put in a noble shift holding up the house but now it’s visibly crumbling. So we do actually need to tackle the wall to ensure the structure lives on, but the thing is that it’s a supporting wall for the house so we need to do it in an orderly fashion. The good news is that we can actually take the opportunity to build an extension for the house, the extra room mum’s always wanted, a bigger kitchen, a new oven, top of the range, we can paint the walls a new colour, put the photo of Grandad back up on the new wall looking down over all of us. Proud of us for what we built to keep the house together and glad that mum is happy with the new oven.

Before we get to that, we have another problem: the delinquent economists are getting angry that the cold spaghetti isn’t sticking to the concrete so now they’ve started kicking it into the crevices in the wall and it’s destabilising and the water is permeating through the bricks and because it’s a supporting wall, they’re risking the whole house coming down.

There are only two economists (that the mission knows of) which we need to listen to - Kate Raworth and Steve Keen (with a little sprinkling of ). All ideas are not equal, the truth exists. Science exists.

Let’s do it guys, let’s make the house better. Honour my grandad for his work, we might even be able to reuse some of the same bricks that aren’t crumbling too bad so Grandad’s work can live on for the next stretch. We could repair some of the bricks as well so we make sure we are being efficient in how many bricks we need to buy. For the moment, what we really need to do is to ask the economists to stop kicking the wall because it actually might fall over it’s so old and they can make the whole house come down. If they don’t listen, please get a hose and direct it at full force at the delinquents and blast them away from the house entirely. Oh and tell them the doctor has just called their name and it’s time for their appointment.

The emperor has no clothes!!!!!!

We need to stop trying to hold back the wave. Frankly it’s pointless. We’re in a pair of swimming shorts, shirtless with a fat, hairy belly with goggles, an oxygen tank and a snorkelling headset (for maximum safety obviously - with an insurance policy just in case the googles fail). It’s the stormiest day of the year, the wind is raging, the sky is black, there’s thunder and lightning, the waves are fast and furious. Frankly, we look ridiculous. We think we can hold back a wave?!! Good luck to us!! The wishes and the laws of man shall never hold back nature. We can hope that we are a prophet and God will separate the Red Sea through us, or we could decide to be a bit less stupid and think about the actual options we have available.

Those who hear a tsunami warning (as far as I’m aware the Met Office is not yet corrupted/politicised) and think “oh, what a great time for a swim!” don’t tend to survive. We can go home and put some clothes on and have a cuppa and wait for the storm to pass. The emperor has no clothes. To a person who can follow a logical argument rather than engage in delusion, it’s clearly not a day for the beach. We can choose to wake up. The sun rises and the sun sets every day; we can choose to see it, even if it is behind the storm clouds right now. We do need water to wash away the grub and dirt off our fat bellies, dirty hands and disgusting faces.

We can step back, we can walk home, our legs still work, our arms still work. We can leave the dead donkey to be taken out by the tide and we can simply walk on our own two feet. We can shout warnings to the other idiots trying to kick their dead donkeys into life because they saw us doing it who don't even see the tsunami about to crash. We can lead. We can save the other idiots. We can throw them a lifeline.