We’ve just about had it with the bureaucratic class running our lives, even with ‘official satire’ like ‘Have I Got News For You’ and ‘Bremner, Bird and Fortune’. The latter just milk the pain. We want to see real change, but also not to lapse into being so serious we end up up ourselves. No doubt we will and this may be the running joke. We might favour proportional representation, yet can see no future in electing proportionally unrepresentative prats so stuck up in denial they won’t even allow the box ‘none of you bastards’ on the ballot paper. We don’t know why our cops can’t deal with scum, why we are at war, why bankers are worth so much money, why politicians’ voices make us sick within a couple of bars and why television and film tend to be as dull as party political broadcasts. There is plenty worth believing in, but where is it being hidden and why? Laugh? – we could cry! We are more serious than Baldrick’s phallic turnip that we are being stiffed by overpaid vegetables manning media, political, financial and Town Hall sinecures with the only aim of staying ahead of and living apart from the rest of us. This would be a good thing if they had left the money behind.
There are routes to complain. These are all manned by the attack dogs of the overpaid vegetables. Kafka designed these systems. To police the police, we have the Incompetent Poodles of Constabulary Corruption (IPCC). You post your complaint to them and they send it – wait for it – back to the crooked cops you are complaining about to be mixed in with malicious material and petty dross. If you are really lucky, the crooked cop you are complaining about screws up his chance, when appointed as ‘independent resolution officer’, to get you done for conspiracy to pervert the course of justice by being as incompetent in his frame as he was in muffing the job he was supposed to do for you in the first place. Local Government Ombudsmen are equally useless. Complain to your MP and you will find he is part of the problem. Try to get things into Court and low and behold, you can’t. The media will be too consumed with gossip to be bothered with you. Lovely old democracy!
It leaves us, as a couple of sad old lefties, never being able to vote Labour again and in the agony of recognition that the Daily Mail says more about our plight and the kids going to rack and ruin in our streets, than those in the legacy of Michael Foot. It gets tempting to believe in Guy Fawkes, but a bit of real history tells us he was just part of an anti-Scottish plot. We have organised Britain so that truth has nowhere to go, other than into blog.