March 4, 2009

It's ironic that Margaret Thatcher is often misquoted by left wing opponents (even though she meant it) as saying: "There is no such thing as society."

Under Labour, they're doing more to destroy the idea of society than ever before.

Because what is society if not a loose-knit but inherently connected group of individuals, all muddling along somehow with a tired grin on their facess while trying to pay the rent?

Blair, these days, would have us believe (or at least himself) that he is the right hand man of God.

But his miserable, anvil-faced successor would prefer us all to work seven days a week - in artesian wells, most likely - (and unlike the rest of Europe, of course) which pretty much cuts out the time for weekly visits to church.

And pubs - for eons the working man's equivalent in terms of community, discourse, and general hobnobbing with the neighbours - are also now being priced out of business, by greedy Gordon and his Horrible Harriet.

It's all done in the name of saving your life, of course.

Because the more we work those wells, the more money Gordon can use to attempt to buy his way out of his own economic mess, employ more empty wastrels at the town hall to make sure he's bought at least one or two votes, and spend the rest on their pensions.

In the meantime "they" want you to snitch on each other, blame each other, fine each other, ostracise each other, and wildly wag your fingers at one another, while all the while preening themselves at the top of their gold-plated money tree as they shit out their universally unwanted ID cards down onto the rest of us.

(Yes, Harriet - try asking about ID cards in your new-found "court of public opinion".)

But pubs, of course, are the route, these days, of the most despised of Labour's most despised evils:

For they are places where people gather (ban it!), talk (ban it!), slag off the Government (already banned surely?), enjoy themselves (BAN IT!!!!!!!!), and plot their revenge.

Because they're not forcing supermarkets to up prices, are they? They actually like us being home, drunk and numb and talking to no one about our ills.

No, Gordon must kill the pubs.

Take away the joy.

Make us bland, and disappassionate and - more than anything - unaware of what our brother thinks, too.

Which brings me to my whole point, really.

We don't need a Gunpowder Plot to overthrow this wretched Government anymore.

We just need a good knees-up.

And preferably, after hours.

Just to really, really piss them off...