If you are afraid of all this non-conformity and it’s not good for your politics, or business, what

you
can do is corner a commercial empire to conform people to your will, or herd them into hospitals
and prisons if they don’t. Much better keep them out of prisons if you can, because you have to pay
them for stealing from you. And you have to pay them more than you pay those who you make ill
and dysfunctional. If you make them ill they can get by on much less and are unable to kick up as
much fuss. If you can keep them out of hospital and sedate them in their own homes, they will be
even less of a drain on your resources. You might have to come to terms with paying some of their
bills but believe me, that’s much better than having to educate, train, equip and pay professionals to
care for them and pay their bills.
Lets focus on the UK, because it’s the relatively recent trends within my lifetime that are
having an increased impact on mental health here. We all know the UK government currently has a
more collective-mental-state than it has ever had before, a club-card, a language, a disagreement to
agree but god forbid work together for the common good. You can often hear it in the ‘Mansion of
Uncommons’ and sometimes in the ‘Palace of Lordy-Lords.’ Well, let it all out, it’s healthy isn’t it?
I’m targeting government first because we rightly look to it for protection; for it to implement the
things we feel are fair for society and the things that support our lives. That’s what we pay it for.
They’re supposed to be more responsible than those who have no moral imperative to protect us and
would fleece the populace.
I know I am biting off far more than I can chew, here, because I know these are complex
problems, but don’t tell me that, because what that really means, in spin, is you have as much a clue
as I do, but I have obviously not wasted a fraction of the life energy, or money, you’ve invested in it,
so I don’t have the right to be anywhere near as frustrated by it and I don’t have the job of sifting the
bare facts piling up on my desk day after day. (It’s taken me five months to write this bloody
chapter, without an advance, if you don’t mind). But it is obvious to any observer, something is
drastically wrong and we are being duped into thinking there are no alternative solutions.
If Mugabe, for example, had accepted the reality of relinquishing power earlier (while I pen
this, he is signing the power-sharing agreement), thousands of people would not be facing the
protracted reality of their loss and he wouldn’t be facing more imbedded hatred towards him. He
generated that when he chose to cling on like an old myopic bigot, instead of taking his retirement,
while he could. Mind you, his face is his misfortune, how could you retire, even in exile, with a face
like that? Ok, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the people he’s killed or the living but it didn’t
even boost his economic status. How stupid. What a stupid man. (As I pen this final draft, he is
usurping the power-sharing agreement).
At least we’re not in Zimbabwe, eh? People make this kind of comparison, as if we should
be grateful and count ourselves lucky we haven’t got such blatantly callous oppression in the UK.
Yeah, we should be very proud. A comparison like that is like getting out of your seat over a 7–0
victory in an England v East Timor friendly. When you look at the hard-fought freedoms we have at
our disposal in the West; what has turned our society and particularly politics and commerce so
callous, so inflexible and inhumane is even more tragic.
Those who are in positions of wealth and power have the greatest challenge on their hands,
because they are told by all and sundry they are successful. They are told mainly by other people
who are as sick as they are. Some wealthy entrepreneurs may well have humane working practices;
that’s up for scrutiny; but what about highly paid executives? Those official terms and positions
allow for the same degree of separation from the consequences of their decisions and those affected
by them. What are their tactics and the knock-on effect? We know we need a change and better
regulations from government, but look at the example politicians set. Mugabe makes no qualms
about his position and people know he’s a sicko and the weakest excuse of a man that has ever
existed and they know where they stand with him. It’s easier in a way if you know your enemy. I
find the more insidious hoodwinking tactics of some ‘democratically elected’ politicians more
reprehensible. They start off by representing us and sometimes even fight a few of our individual
battles, but the worm turns the moment their career becomes less dependent on doing so. The
proverbial idealism cannot possibly survive the hostility of higher office. Why is that? So, how do
we expect them to talk?
You’ve got to be tougher, not just to stand up to competing countries and be prepared to go
to war to ‘defend’ Her Magesty’s Sovereignty (it is Her Magesty’s Government, not ours) but
against your own people, if what you think is best for them is what you think is worse for you. Men
can get away with this because they’re all stupid and bastards and never gave birth to a child. They
cannot ever possibly have the same degree of love and hate. As much as I think mothers should have
more of a say in wartime, to do this when you’re a woman, you have to become an Iron Lady, which
is admirable. And, of course, because you are a universal woman, you’re able to approve Gorbachev
his conversion from communism to capitalism and Reagan his doing business with this former
“empire of evil” – ending their tittle-tattling Cold War; silly boys, playing with their TMDs (Toys of
Mass destruction) “put them away, or share.” Well, the walls came tumbling down and she was the
tea lady, so, got to give her that one. Ooh, the redemptive qualities of the humble British afternoon
tea. How refreshed and indebted Gorby and Reagan must have felt. Then you might, as mother
superior, even be able to realise for every human being what is their ultimate hope and purpose in
life and develop endless varieties of television programs showing them how to do it, (themselves) –
buy a house. Then society will forever be indebted to you and you have carte-blanche to do with it
whatever you like. Even destroy it and deny it. ‘Yes, my children, you are free from the constraints
of society; go forth and multiply and buy your own home, that’s the way to liberation from poverty.
Yes all you poor piggies…’ (not all house-buyers are piggies, just run with the analogy) “…I will
liberate you and if you cannot afford it, then go see the wolves, they’ll give you all the bricks you
need and they won’t blow them down. They’ll just buy them back for less or confiscate them in a
temporary credit crunch. And your banker will huff and puff on my door saying – ‘you sent us these
people who had no money in the first place, can you ask their neighbours for it, because we have to
go to court to get blood from a stone and you don’t.’ So, buy buy buy, little piggies, you’ll be richer
and we’ll all be richer. At least until you have to pay for your polystyrened meals-on-wheels and
having your incontinence pad changed by total strangers with it. And remember, there is no longer
any such thing as society, so stop complaining.’ “…Hayek's powerful Road to Serfdom, dedicated to
‘the socialists of all parties’” Thatcher’s claimed inspiration. “Such books not only provided crisp,
clear analytical arguments against socialism… …they also gave us the feeling that the other side
simply could not win in the end. That is a vital feeling in politics; it eradicates past defeats and
builds future victories. It left a permanent mark on my own political character…”1 (Italics ours).
Yeah, fuck the whole picture. Delusion, a process intrinsic to politics. I don’t know much about
Hayek, but other admirers tell us his perspective looked way beyond any political partisan’s nose;
much less advocate the spuriousness of society as a foundation for human interaction. That was
Thatcher’s personal Pinocchio projection, for political agenda; from which she emerged as Skarfe’s
Frankenstein portrait, repugnant even to her own.
But fear not, the thing to do when you’re politically losing it and you don’t have a society or
a party is, of course, rally them behind a war. But it is a punt with your reputation. (Blaire didn’t
learn that painful lesson). So, you have to fight tooth and even precious nail to sacrifice lives of
people you don’t know and care less about, to maintain the sovereignty of a couple of barren rocks
off Argentina, even though a bigger deterrent would be to buy our British Bully Beef elsewhere.
Even if it means first ignoring then badgering the sulking “second most important man” in your life
out of his slippers against his will and his own continent. Life is far too cheap to play footy for them.
What’s it to be - an excruciating penalty shoot-out or kill some people? Let’s see, “people of The
Falklands – how many brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, mothers and fathers shall we lose for this,
or do you want to move? We could be rolling in bully beef for years.” Well, I’m sure they had little
say in it. Then you have to justify the loss, over-compensate the loss of pride with a charade of racist
pomp and ceremony that will infiltrate every footy match the Argy-bargies and England
subsequently have to play together. Just as it does with the ‘Krouts.’ Oh yeah, sorry, that’s just the
1
(Margaret Thatcher, The Downing Street Years, New York: Harper Collins, 1993, pp. 12-13).
louts. You have also got to assuage the outrage of the families that paid for it, or just let the footy
fans of peacetime generations do this for you with peacetime generation footy fans of other
countries after every match. They’ll do this for free because they overheard something in a history
lesson or at a pub, that something bad happened, once. Even though we won 225 goals to 652. I kind
of admire Maradonna’s ‘hand of god,’ now. ‘The foot of god’ – Beckham’s bender – legitimately
stuck the boot in the cheating trouble-causers later, so… done and dusted. Falkland war? What was
that? Oh, we don’t talk about that now. And don’t for pity’s sake compensate soldiers families in
your profit and loss account; they’re paid to live by the sword, not die by it. No… leave the footy for
peacetime; we cannot possibly be seen playing footy with enemies. True, men played their part in all
this, but thank fuck we’ve got a woman to pin it on. Women didn’t understand footy in those days,
poor things, but Maggie understood the offside rule, and that’s all you need to know about defence.
Obviously taught by Roy Keane, or did he learn from her? Home or away, any enemy just “could
not win” against Maggie “in the end. That is a vital feeling in politics.”
So, equality. Don’t fuck with Maggie even if you’re Arthur Scargill and his band of big
brawny mucky miners – she’s mad and there’s nothing like a woman scorned. Maggie Dismay.
What a legacy you left the world. Wow. Unimaginative, unloved women the world over will do well
by you, but they’ll never get what they want. WAKE UP MAGGIE I think I’ve got something to say
to you. There’s some debate about your death and a lasting memorial, but don’t worry; Hitler and
Saddam won’t get memorial statues, but we’ll never forget them. You had a responsibility to care
for children and the poor who couldn’t afford to buy houses, but you made money the only
consideration in what makes the world turn, you unfit mother.
Carol might be her only saving grace. She might be the saving grace for millions who feel
doomed to turn into their parents, (great as many parents are). I wonder if that stems more from her
dad or from rebelling against her mum to some extent. Nice one, though. Your daughter is a credit
Maggie, but I suspect not to you.
No wonder Gordon Brown wanted to meet Maggie – no greater endorsement could she have
than that of the Labour Party Premier. No greater admirer could she have than the man who fucked
Britain up the arse like no one else, repeatedly and unrepentantly. As I write this, the government
have just bailed out the fat-cat banks and financial sector with five-hundred-billion pounds of non-
existent money, borrowed from who knows where, presumably abroad, on the tax-payers’ behalf.
This is to ensure that the fat-cat bankers don’t collapse from the way they’ve shafted the public over
the past decade and to ensure there is still enough money to pay those who got us into this mess
further bonuses to get us out of it, otherwise they’ll take their money and expertise abroad, if they
haven’t done so already. If you were fortunate enough to have more than fifty-thousand in any
number of UK banks, you could lose some of it, just like that! So, let’s say you have three-hundred-
thousand in savings that took you all your life to acquire. The government will say it is ok for those
fat-cats to take 5/6ths of that for nothing – well, to keep their off shore balances secure and to pay
them their bonuses for doing such a sterling job. Quite right, too. We can’t have bankers speculating
with other people’s money, now, can we? And now they’ve part-nationalised the banks, which they
don’t want to control naturally, they can earn even bigger bonuses for the tax-payer. We should all
be in for a hefty dividend, eh? No one is asking detailed pertinent questions and no one is answering
even the ones that make it on the news. Possibly because all those people depend on the banks for
their massive savings and debts and mortgages, so no one wants to rock the boat further than ticking
the boxes for the pacifying replies they’d be remiss to omit. It would not surprise me if we find
down the line that it’s the very same fat cats that are lending the government this money form
abroad, so they can earn the interest from it. No one has mentioned the IMF, in direct connection
with this. The taxpayer has no choice in it; not even parliament is consulted until after the fact. If
this rip-off government have anything to do with it, they’ll conveniently forget about it when the
rates and stealth taxes go up; there will be no mention of what use that money has been put to, or
what profit has been made and where it has gone, much less reduce the cost to the public. “We, the
public…” says one reporter “…could actually make a profit from this recession!” Ooh, goody. But
people are advised, “if you’re planning to move, don’t; if you’re planning to expand your business,
hold back until things improve.” One report showed a whole street of empty upper-middle-class,
repossessed and unsold residences – empty houses – but not one specific interview with a person
who has lost their work, home and savings. The financiers and government have taken their cocks
out of each other’s arses and shoved them down our throats. And they’ll make us swallow it. They
are psychopathic rapists and they will never be satiated. They are the sickest mentally diseased scum
and they want to inseminate us with their sickness so we support their agendas.
We are increasingly dependent on imports for everything because what we used to be able to
export has moved abroad where it’s valued. And now we’re economically shitting ourselves over
the Chinese. The most valuable thing we export now is spin. And the Chinese want to learn this spin
as their populace stretches out to capitalise on their intelligence. How else is the biggest capitalist
economy going to get away without implementing genuine reforms? So psychopathy and spin are in
demand. Everything has to keep going up and up and up before the bang culture of the capitalism
goes bust. Oops. The clever-clogs obviously saw it coming but they’re professionals in greed and
professionals push it to the max if they can, but how can you tell where the max is unless you break
it? Then if you manage to find it, don’t lose it entirely, do everything you can to keep hold of it;
even if the mugs you ripped off in the first place can’t pay there’s plenty more fools that are easily
parted from their money. That’s what you sleep with government for isn’t it? So, being mildly
successful might not keep you off your knees, better be cut-throat to avoid that.
This is the kind of country Great Britain is turning into, because the only thing that talks is
money and peoples’ lives, work, families, health and futures don’t figure. Ask anyone who has
worked all their life to achieve a decent life-style and legacy only to lose it in an instant by a hostile
take over, or being crowded out, or simply by the current market instability. Where does that leave
us? Make no bones about it, this is the mentality and sole aim of ardent capitalists. They do not even
have the savvy to keep alive the ones who feed the beast; if the fodder dries up in the UK there’s a
whole world to feed off. Politicians cannot afford to do that so if their policies are unpopular you
have to take the Blears Witch approach. Tell the public what they have told you they want, even
when they didn’t, marginalise all those that won’t conform to make them look like a minority,
because those who think outside the box will only ever be a niche voting market. Market all those
who don’t want to think anymore and tell them not to think, they don’t have to; that’s what you’re
for. Then you can conform popular opinion into whatever you think will work for you. Those who
think for themselves will be less likely to go to war for you or put up with you. They want a broader
market, a wider range of aspirations that are more challenging for you to provide. Why should you
do that? Pop-psychology is essential to politics, like mass retail; everyone has to have a minimum
thirty-inch inside leg or you’re an inconvenience and don’t deserve food shelter and clothing. You’ll
have to fend for yourself. You’re surplus to requirement. Yes, we apparently told Hazel Blears we
want identification cards (she insisted on Question Time, looking into mid-air as if that was a given
and not to have to tell us how stupid we really are). She doesn’t credit us the intelligence to
determine between hard-nosed and hard-faced. Or she doesn’t have the intelligence. What a pitiable
excuse of humanity, if that attitude is an example of whom we seek to care for us. She obviously
sees herself as the next Tempered-Steel Lady. So watch out Mrs Brown, your Thatcherite hubby
will be in bed with her like a shot, where he can keep his beady eye on her, or smother her with a
pillow. It’s symptomatic. She’s just a product of the seeds that have been sown since government
officials became celebrities and sailed off with capitalist dictators, Russian oligarchs and Hull PCT,
in their pea-green super-yacht, using some of the underclass as crew and leaving the rest in their
wake, to die on trolleys in corridors. Government targets. The vulnerable have become the
government targets. New Labour? What a rotten diseased-to-the-core Thatcherite dinosaur.
It will degenerate into sink or swim with the most desperate invading each others’ homes for
scraps, in total dog-eat-dog anarchy. That’s what our government has been teaching us to do, for the
past twenty years, and now we know only too painfully how close we are to that possible outcome.
Frankly, we’d rather die than do that. Keep an eye on the suicide rates. Exaggerated? That’s just
apocalyptic sensationalism, though, we’re cleverer than that. So, the disease takes hold and we
either catch this disease or settle for depression. We delude ourselves into thinking we have a choice
in the matter. Or, you can just ignore all this, deny it and just get on with your job until it doesn’t
exist or keep the roof over your head anymore. The strongest swimmers are already feeling that
sinking sensation and when they’re exhausted trying to swim, the drowning sensation of depression
will be a welcome relief. Problem is they’ll start attacking their own perceived failure then, instead
of the failure of the establishment, so what chance do paddlers have? Some considered to be
mentally ill have learned how to survive attacking themselves.
It is amazing that the whole history of human relationships has been largely based on trust –
even the financial system is based on trusting reliable forecasters and promises on pieces of paper.
Trust, honesty, consideration and respect used to be what made us want to do business with each
other and get to know one another – make each other feel on top of the world. Is that denial? When
trust is betrayed we all hate it. But the current level of lack of trust of the electorate towards
politicians, businesses and the nigh-on police/nanny state is at an unprecedented low and diving
deeper by the day, with their bank balances, prospects, motivation and sheer energy. That level of
mistrust is quite healthy, so what does that tell us? In fact, it’s unsophisticated, boring and down
right naïve to be honest nowadays. The welfare rights system works on this assumption. It’s the
prerogative of the maligned to scrape together some proof of their innocence, after being hung out to
dry on the flimsiest pretexts by some mini-megalomaniac, whose promotion is based on the single
agenda of reducing dependency on their system. In many personal relationships, those with the best
intentions and determination to cling on to their honesty and integrity are often treated with
suspicion and disbelieved, as a matter of course, by a partner who feels less secure, or lacks the
imagination to extend beyond their own preconceptions. Our expedient culture encourages funnel
vision. All of us have known this feeling. It’s insulting and infuriating and the biggest incentive to
become dishonest or openly callous – somehow that’s easier to trust. Classic abuse symptom but
there’s no excuse.
Fear not; very soon, now, trust will be eradicated. Nothing will be left to trust. Our guardians
of good health are spending over a million to make it compulsory for chip shop owners to use
specially manufactured salt shakers; because the thick obese public eat chips everyday and are
having far too much salt on them. So the shakers will have less holes! What a marvel! Who came up
with that idea? I’d like to clean their toilet for them for a year in gratitude. Wow! To have someone
with such initiative working in our food standards agency and in the government. And, presumably,
they will be accompanied with detailed instructions on how many shakes are to be used at what
optimum angle. And if someone asks for more, the flashing lights will start, armed police will
suddenly spring on the scene with bellows of “STEP AWAY FROM THE SALT SHAKER” And
Mr Bumble will tower over the ungrateful self-indulgent rebel and cart him off to the workhouse by
his ear. Their homes will be searched, all salt derivatives confiscated and their windows marked
‘SALINATOR.’ Salt use will go underground into speak-easy salt cellars and all the confiscated
stock will go to Social Services latest splurge to treat all people with learning difficulties like slugs.
They don’t want them to choke on their macaroni cheese, so take their forty-year parent-carers to
court, to make them de-hydrate the fuckers and have done with it. That’s after chippie queues get
too long and chippie workers seek damages for RSI. There will be a proliferation of non-
professional chip-makers, the drains will be clogged and because we all used to go to the chippie
everyday; the home-chip-making revolution will spark blitzes no amount of wet tea towels can
quell. Cities will resemble London and Liverpool during the war. Melting ice-caps will make it
impossible to get chips crispy, which will make us turn the heat up even more. But more bureaucrats
and inspectors will make the government look better on paper.
Of all the coffee outlets in the UK, only one (arguably the most popular and successful
enough to represent the American Dream) uses a particular machine that they contend requires them
to keep a tap running constantly. The waste runs into millions of litres per day. The solution to this,
according to the water management company executive (not supplier, the water does not belong to
them), is not to fine the coffee company and get them to change their practice, no – “we are
obviously not charging enough; we need to increase the [generic] rate we charge for water to deter
such wastage.” The man who gets the job isn’t the one who thinks they’re not as cut-throat as the
energy companies, it’s the man who thinks they’re lagging behind. Well, my water company pro-
actively helped me through my time of destitution and illness. Bless them for not jumping on the
band-wagon. Those officiators have no idea who I am, but I literally cry in appreciation for what
they did. What a credit they are to the capitalist model, unlike some rich bankers I can mention, who
I’d like to shoot. Watch out as soon as someone works out how to charge for air…
Not content to spy into peoples’ emails and listen to their telephone calls on a whim (because
we’re all potential terrorists), local councils have now been given permission to employ ‘accredited
people’ since the police said it’s not their job to walk the streets. It’s a legitimised vigilantism with
swing-ball bats. These accredited people have the power to confiscate things from you, in the street,
ask for your personal details and fine you. These accredited people may be security firms who have
once run nightclub door services or even car-park and clamping services. Evidence of this kind of
little-Hitlerism was seen when a grandmother was walking her grandchild in a buggy. The child
dropped a crisp packet and two crisps fell out. The grandmother returned the packet to the child and
nudged the two crisps to the wall, so people wouldn’t tread them in. The next passing dog or bird
would make quick work of those biodegradable morsels. But in full view of two newly ‘accredited
people’ she was liable for intimidation, public humiliation and a fine for littering. These accredited
people were only doing their jobs, they had no choice in the matter, they are being employed as
‘accredited’ little-Hitlers; it’s not the power they get their kicks from, honest. And the most popular
response they’ll use though Gordon Brown type smiles is ‘it’s better than hanging around on street
corners’ but it’ll never occur to them that all they have to do to make the council a killing is hang
around the public ashtray that is every pub and office-block doorway.
This doesn’t stop at uneducated, poorly trained power-hungry pedestrians. A teacher –
shock, horror, have you ever heard of this, in your life? – kissed a seventeen year-old adult by
mutual consent. The seventeen-year-old probably skipped home and, for the first un-cool time in his
life, downloaded an Abba track and danced around in his bedroom. But that is not the way he
reacted when his parents dragged him out of court to the awaiting press. No, he was soooooo thick,
he didn’t realise that was abuse!!! And, yes, you guessed it, it has ruined, ruined his life ever since.
You can tell by the way he whimpers it out to camera, fighting back the crocodile tears as is now
obligatory on telly. No, did he not know? It just isn’t on for teachers to fall for any one of the
thousands of consenting adults that they spend three quarters of every waking day with, not unless
they move to somewhere they’re not known first. It’s abuse to be so open in front of people you
know. You know what abuse is, don’t you? It’s Fred West; it’s being held in a cellar or cupboard for
years; it’s being passed around your parents and their friends to be used like a rag doll. Get with the
program lad – get on to ‘Abuse Victims R Us.’
But the courts are well used to this and we can rely on judges for a balanced appraisal. Yes,
the repulsive teacher is now officially a sex offender and will never ever work with children again.
Aren’t we relieved? Aren’t we so glad? Aren’t we so proud to have educated people and critical due
process to ascertain where to draw the line? Doesn’t that really show deference to everyone who has
been sexually abused? Whoever was allowed to get away with making that judgment is a disgrace
and betrayer of everyone who has ever suffered abuse. They dilute the real emotional and
psychological consequences real abuse victims suffer and our outrage towards it. They increase the
opportunity for people to be dismissive of real abusers and for real victims to be ignored ‘well,
everything is abuse nowadays, isn’t it?’ Irresponsible, self-righteous, career-grabbing, limelight-
seeking arse-holes. They are the abusers.
So, honesty, judgment, moral decency; these have no place in a capitalist democracy. It’s an
insidious disease, fostered in the clammy clutch or crutch of those who will shaft us no matter how
much we complain. I tend to switch off to anyone who doesn’t believe I’m being honest with them,
now. They’re welcome to their opinions but it takes a little more imagination than they’re willing to
stretch to, to contemplate reality, or more than what’s expedient for them and they can take that
elsewhere. Isolation becomes very appealing. Or you can be quarantined.
It’s a wonder spin actually still works. Brazen as Mugabe - people no longer even bother
trying to cling to any moral high-ground. That’s the job of political rhetoric and publicity. Ever
since the Tate Gallery walls were splurged with elephant dung, bullshit became an accepted art
form. It’s cool and anyone who hasn’t got it, like a straight-talking no bull-shitting mayor or royal
who happens to have a mind - like anyone else - is ridiculed for it. Our saving grace is that we all
recognize the disease and hate it with equal passion when it’s directed at us; so a cure is not out of
the question – just how we tackle it, how real people really want to get and how valuable it is, is.
The world turned long before humans exchanged money (some over-inflated egotist will
speculate for us, now, how far back currency goes) and may have to again, soon. We still think of
our universe expanding and progressing in a linear direction when it has been proved to be swings
and roundabouts. Horror of horrors, though, that would mean the world’s banks would have to
actually let go of a penny here and there in mutual transactions or spend some of their own money!
The government are hoping we’ll forget about it and trying to find ways to avoid absorbing it in ever
increasing forthcoming tax budgets. It will never be the electorate that gets it back, it’ll be Iraq and
Afghanistan. So, in times of crisis – I know, sell off the public parks; take everyone’s houses off
them, leave them empty and build cheaper ones on greenbelt sites; they can fill the council coffers
instead. ‘Return to go. Go directly to go. Do not pass go. Do not pick up £200.’ Bastard Galileo
should have been hung drawn and quartered.
It has all become some macabre reality TV. And we love that. We no longer have to listen to
the monotonous lobotomising drone of Big Brother. We know it is a puppet show and we are no
longer in any doubt as to who has got their hand up who’s jacksy? The Mansion of Uncommons is
the theatre of ventriloquism, complete with behind the scenes arm-bending tactics, bribes for greater
screen-time and more prominent roles, or the inclusion of a line, or a side-episode, prima-donna
demands and career sabotage, upstaging the lead role. And the critique terminology targets not
achievement but “performance.” The electorate remain as mute as a hushed live audience, only free
to respond when prompted then canned for editing. Or circumvented by lazy script-writers like
Sooty and Sweep, with only the creative licence of the craftiest story-tellers to interpret what they
choose to hear and share, which can have absolutely no correlation to the pip-squeek-puppets’
views. Whose in charge here anyway? So… “What was that Sooty? You want to pay more for fuel,
power and amenities and another forty pounds a week out of your wages on top of taxes, just to
enter the city in your vehicle… Yeeeeesss? ... And can I raise the cost of not putting on more trains
and buses, because you’re earning far too much and don’t know what to spend it on? Well, I think
that’s a very good idea, Sooty! Yes, the boys and girls would like that very much – wouldn’t you
boys and girls?”
What a colossal abuse of brains and money. Take note – the poor have already learned how
to get by on nothing and the mentally ill have learned the value of it. The surreal economic
aspirations of our society has led to little awareness of that, rather a disregarding wastefulness and
lust for selfish abandon. The current average spent on a wedding ceremony and reception stands at
twenty grand. And if you can’t keep up, sell your souls to the wolves then pay them back with your
marriage over time. That amount could set me up in business for life, even in the UK. They keep
sending me leaflets for loans, in the same statements that show I won’t qualify for one. I haven’t got
a penny to pay them back, but that never stopped anyone. So, are they trying to tell me something?
Good job I’m single and childless, eh? Oh, no… no… I really have no excuse, no excuse for letting
the side down. I mustn’t have the slightest clue, what could I possibly have to say about your life?
Mine must be like some sort of pantomime, shouting “He’s behind you” when you knew full well,
since the music changed. Well, with marriages set to diminish and divorces set to increase further,
we’ll all be focusing more on our individual entity, which we set aside for family. That I’m good
for.
 It’s good for society, to empower that spirit, within families too. This is actually reality, as is
gradually being realised, even in very conservative religious societies like the Arab states. It doesn’t
have to conflict with traditional and familial standards. It’s great for the most conservative Arab to
promote their realisation of this as progressive and he’s right to think broader than the western
materialistic model. It is progress but long overdue. Like western racism. It is politically mature to
assimilate freedom of choice into any society but you have to be prepared to let go and that is seen
as compromise, when really it isn’t, it’s being fair and considerate. The Almighty, who could
presumably have wiped us out and started all over again, didn’t make us automatons and doesn’t
need to force anyone to worship him the way some people say. If they have to personally choose to
be devoted to him and those who do are superior to those who don’t, shouldn’t that be enough for
those who do? Depending how things work out, it would be interesting to compare how black
Americans feel about their country, pre and post Obama. It will be even more fascinating to see how
red-necks feel, but that will become less and less important unless they go on a campaign of mass
breeding and they end up with over-population and have to start new civil wars for culling. Or the
red-necks can get real. When you project how Hitler or the Stasi would have got on, once they
conquered the world, it would have become unmanageable, or filled with resentment and rebellion,
anyway. So why draw the line at your country, county or family? Why draw the line at all, when
you’re gonna have to face it anyway? Look at the devotion and efforts of all those parents who work
to afford their children the opportunities to do better than they were able to. That’s why people say
their children are their life and few things can be as important. But should it be that way, to the
exclusion of parents personal ambitions? Is that really strengthening society? Certainly strength of
sacrifice; but it’s a lame way to operate our society, when we judge its strength purely on its level of
sacrifice. That’s WWI battle strategy. If this is the legacy for each successive generation, what is
being sacrificed, when it could have been empowered?
You might think you’re doing that as a leader, in the name of fairness and love. Yeah. But
our political systems are too restrictively geared for that. We haven’t got all the time in the world,
now, so we’ll push for more expedient political solutions, the way a psychiatrist might only have
twenty minutes to assess a new patient to decide what will govern the next few years of his life –
maybe the rest of it. They don’t seem to be so quick to turn around causes of global warming or
invest in non-fossil fuels. Why don’t they ring a daytime television magazine show, they’re usually
good at giving solutions to problems you might have suffered all your life in a ten-second sound
bite? When you’ve been so desperate for so long, you’ll be amazed just what a difference a little
reassuring word will make. We’re gonna have to make do with that, the way things are going.
I do not believe all politicians and all commerce executives are psychopaths. I just believe
most of them are. To handle the things they are expected to handle pushes them towards the same
end, since the processes they have to employ to apply such control are psychopathic. Their work
requires them to be psychopaths in the sense that they have to deal with ‘demographics,’ ‘consumer
markets’ and ‘public opinion’ in a de-sensitized (dehumanised) way. How else are you supposed to
justify untenable positions? And when they actually have to face some of the negative impact of
their policies they have to de-sensitise even more, otherwise they’d actually have to answer for their
actions, or lose control and go literally mad. They cannot do that, so, “must be able to handle
pressure” and the more pressure the general public can process, the maximum they can process, even
if it kills them, is the optimum working strategy. Time, they say, waits for no man, so we cannot
slow down. And if the industrial and technical revolutions are anything to go by – if that is what
we’re pinning all our success on – we’ve got to go faster and faster and faster! And we’ll never keep
up with the Chinese. Well, what’s so bad about that? At least they get out to the local parks during
lunch to watch their grandparents doing Thai Chi. So, to be successful… de-sensitise, de-humanise.
This is mentally sound. It isn’t about empowering the working class, as Prescott would have us
believe; it’s about empowering government to stay in business class, even if that means returning
most of the working class to the underclass they’re so up in arms about. Prescott, one Sun reporter
and a BBC politics show, advocate a witch hunt of all the people who have such an easy life on
benefits. It is sickening how many want to jump on the bandwagon, just as self-righteously as they
did in attacking Jade Baddy, for being what she was paid good money to be. At least Jade pays her
way, huh? ‘Lump em all in together; get the white gowns out everyone, lets have a bonfire.’ Let
those millionaire pundit wankers, who get paid for sitting on their arses and thinking and speaking
though them, queue up in the job-centre and see what underpaid work they’d be willing to take on.
Let them encounter the patronising, belittling process and compete with illegal immigrants’ agencies
and the over-qualified students repaying their loans. If Prescott is right about 7% of the privileged
publicly educated ending up with 70% of the best paid jobs; what’s wrong with letting their earnings
subsidise the economy more, on behalf of those less fortunate? No; return more people, even the
middle-class, to the underclass, to compete for fewer jobs whilst popping them all off the welfare
state. Brilliant! “We’ve got to get intolerant of them” said Murdock’s socialist-tabloid puppeteer and
nodded the pundits’ heads… “What’s that Sooty? … Yes, they have been very naughty, thieving,
lazy-arsed, sponging, little life-of-Riley bastards; haven’t you boys and girls?” The sharks smell
blood.
I’ve searched my soul on the subject of capitalism and can’t say I can totally condemn it,
looking at some of the benefits we have through it. Many people are still very happy to run
businesses in a modest way, to earn a decent living and a little more, a few luxuries. But the
mentality behind capitalism has changed since the eighties and so has the political map. Now,
anyone can become a millionaire and there are more of them than ever before. It’s almost seen, in
some quarters of society, that you’re not that successful if you’re only a millionaire. You’re the poor
relatives in the club. We don’t have the luxury of a political empire anymore, so we have to work on
our individual business empires. That’s good isn’t it? So, more millionaires please. Everybody
wants to be one now and everybody should get off their lazy idealistic arses and be one (everyone,
that is, except those who work for my company, ahem). That summarizes the mentality of pure
capitalism. That the Lewis Hamiltons and Beckhams exist enriches our world but not everyone
wants to be them. What about those who don’t, who are not as ambitious? Do they have to be, for
money to be spread more equitably? Of course, otherwise we end up with a spongers’ society, don’t
we? The funnel-thinkers believe this is the reality when patently, it is not. If everyone has to have
that level of ambition to succeed, what about those who fall victim to the process and burn out? As
powerful as these role-models are – especially as refreshingly sound, down to earth and modest
Lewis and his family have remained – what kind of potential for failure are we setting the bar at?
Possibly the greatest precedent set by Lewis is not his professional achievement but,
hopefully, his unerring love towards his half-brother and his public demonstration of that. Thanks
for that Lewis. It’s obvious, his father’s humility and his whole family are to credit for that. See the
power of humility and modesty. There is an awful lot more than that going on for sure but what an
endorsement of our intrinsic human qualities and values, when they’re kept in perspective and
prioritised?
There are many benefits that come from having riches and powerful companies, but they
now exist to feed themselves at every expense. When they’re fully bloated and the monster becomes
too big for a small body of executives to sustain, or they’d rather be on a Barbados beach sunning on
their shares, or their skill base has flown the coop, or more likely they’ve stripped it for all it is
worth, they’ll sell it off abroad. A clever executive will already have shares in any creditable
competitor. But when all the UK’s power and services belong to France, we’d better avoid upsetting
them at all cost or we’re fucked. There is a difference between good commerce and pure capitalistic
values.
What do they do with all this wealth? Well, that’s an individual choice. There are many
benefactors and goodness knows enough people knock on the doors of the wealthy. But how much
is achieved in comparison with if there was amore equitable share? And what does the process of
amassing wealth involve? For the fortunate not much, but the majority will have to adopt amoral
predatory tactics. Morals are so old-hat, there’s no room for them in good business, unless you can
pin a badge or slogan on them. It has become acceptable to treat human beings as prey and
dispensable commodities. Let’s see… yep, history is built on corpses. Where would the great
empires be without them? I mean, we wouldn’t have the Taj Mahal or the Pyramids or the Twin
Towers. And Charles Darwin said it’s alright, so, it must be ok. And that’s something to celebrate?
Penises in urinals. The consumer will actually pay you to piss on their chips.
Previous generations worked together to benefit society as a whole and achieved some great
and wonderful things like the NHS system and the welfare state etc. These are still the envy of the
world. Nye Bevan will be spinning in his grave now. All that struggle, sweat and toil. But to say
such a wealthy country has done well to get old people out of working and dying in workhouses
without any possessions, where they eat gruel in the mornings – is that something to be proud of?
We are a long way down the road from that now and a good job, although the rate given to
pensioners doesn’t compare favourably to previous times and their pensions have been squandered
away. Who knows where we’re heading? Soon, non-tax payers will be publicly burned on stakes.
The NHS certainly is an exhibit of dedication and amazing advancement. What a wonderful thing to
be proud of and what wonderful devoted and caring people, on the whole. Yet, this scourge of
mental derangement inseminating politics, capitalism and bureaucracy is disintegrating even
something as monumental and enviable as this. The incredulous thing is, these decision-makers have
a sense of history and they’re generally intelligent people. It has taken the virtual collapse of
financial empires for politicians to even talk about reeling them in. They’d have to get out of bed
with them to do that, so don’t hold your breath Sooty. Unfortunately, the governments and oil
moguls are more fond of fist-fucking and gang-raping the consumer, to build bigger cities in which
to educate all those who presumably disagree with them. It might work, if we’ve got time and it isn’t
just the latest exercise in funnel-vision. It sounds healthy; but don’t we have far more than enough
education in the world to sort our current problems? The consequences of this process on the heath
of our global community is already apparent. If oil moguls are that sincere about being a part of it,
shouldn’t they rethink their priorities?
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