Sunday, 1 November 2009

La La Land

Good on Calling England, this wont be a literary comprehensible post - far too late for that and far too much wine for that. A list is in order:
  • Protection from Harassment Act (1997),
  • the Crime and Disorder Act (1998),
  • the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act (2000),
  • the Terrorism Act (2000),
  • the Criminal Justice and Police Act (2001),
  • the Anti-Terrorism, Crime and Security Act (2001),
  • the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Extension Act (2002),
  • the Criminal Justice Act (2003), the Extradition Act (2003),
  • the Anti-Social Behaviour Act (2003),
  • the Domestic Violence, Crime and Victims Act (2004),
  • the Civil Contingencies Act (2004),
  • the Prevention of Terrorism Act (2005),
  • the Inquiries Act (2005),
  • the Serious Organised Crime and Police Act (2005),
  • Identity Cards Bill,
  • the Coroners and Justice Bill,
  • the Legislative and Regulatory Reform Bill
And to return respect and character to our parliament we need to turn these pieces of paper into fags to be lit, once again, in our pubs and make people responsible for their own decisions.
  • Constitutional Reform Act 2005
  • House of Lords Act 1999 (Can you tell me with a straight face that hereditary peers could be any worse than the current?)
What a supreme fucking cock-up this country has become. Fret not though I will stay on fighting to the bitter end for in my own, very intoxicated, mind I am the saviour of Britain. I want to go out strong so here is a quote from Wuthering Heights spoken by Heathcliff
"The tyrant grinds down his slaves - and they don't turn against him , they crush those beneath them."
Chilling that this was written well before Orwell and Huxley by a little lady by the name of Emily Brontë in 1847.

(Also note that few people read what I write. I reckon this is because the logic of what I write is too intricate for anyone to understand except for, well, myself).

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