So a modern graduate lands a role. The employment minister claps. A ‘skills revolution’, they call it.
I call it a desperate shuffle on deck of a sinking ship. The tip? It doesn’t matter.
What matters is the applause, the ministerial endorsement of a system that has turned young Britons into resume-scribbling automatons. We are watching the decline of genuine intellect, replaced by the priesthood of ‘employability’. It is the Fall of Rome without the chariots.
The minister wants you to believe that a single tip can fix a broken labour market. But the rot is deeper. We have swapped learning for training, curiosity for compliance.
This ‘success story’ is a fig leaf for a curriculum that no longer dares to teach, only to place. History tells us that when a civilisation focuses on ‘skills’ over wisdom, it polishes the brass on the Titanic. So cheer the lucky graduate, but weep for the system that made them beg for a trick.
