At what stage did the great and the good decide we had become their property? You know what I’m talking about, you’ve seen enough various high visibility uniformed idiots patrolling the streets making sure our bins are put out on the right day and our cars are taxed, you’ve listened to the endless blether of Government ministers pouring from the radio or repeating their endless avoidance of a straight question when asked on television. Mountains of manila envelopes arriving on the doormat informing us of our new tax codes or reminding us that our identity papers (travel, for the purpose of) are expiring and have our offspring been vaccinated against global warming or some such nonsense?
Best of all this weekend was the announcement by the Ministry of Model Citizens that they will be issuing “parenting vouchers” (worth £100!!) to the feckless as they wander around boots teaching their nit infested offspring the best way to filch high value perfumes and make up without getting caught. The logic behind this new hell being that since the State decided parents could not be trusted to raise children the State had a use for, only the State could prevent the spawn of the feckless becoming ueberfeckless and rioting again. Swarms of social workers and Sure Start Coordinators are waiting in the wings, clipboards in hand to assess the fruit of your loins and tell you where you went wrong in raising the model citizen fit to generate income or votes for our ruling class, despite the very best efforts of a hairy lipped Guardianista to control every aspect of your miserable existence.
It’s one thing William Hague (the millionaire) demanding that everyone is going to have to work harder, longer AND faster if we are going to emerge from the recession still fit and able to be taxed at 90% of what we earn – for the good of the country, obviously – but quite another when our social structure is now so weakened by the demands of the “economy” that we have to be instructed how to raise our own flesh and blood. It can’t be long before we are faced with a Huxleyesque infant warehousing solution that raises both those destined to sit on the sofa and absorb the “benefits” the other half of us are working 60 hours a week to provide them with. Add the Soylent Green of installing our elderly into State run “finishing farms” so our endless pursuit of money, consumerism and stuff (on which we will pay yet more taxes) remains undisturbed and the ultimate State Corporation will have been born.
If we are not very careful, all of us will tread the path the Greeks are finally embarking upon. The Cul de Sac they now find themselves in was caused entirely by not allowing people to live their lives how they see fit. Building shiny new underground networks, telling the citizens they were something they were plainly not – by virtue of borrowing endless amounts of easy cash to create an artificial world where donkey farmers drive sparkling BMWs and all the animals learn to walk on two legs – is as wrong as handing out “Parenting vouchers” to a class of morons created BY the State to service a need for welfare addicted Voters to ensure continuity for our political parties.
Like the Greeks once did, before they were seduced by lying Politicians, learn to use cash, grow your own, consume less, buy land and gold and ignore anyone in a high viz vest - or face the same plight of the Greeks. You heard it here first, yet again.
