Fucked

Sorry. I couldn't think of a better word.

Today I feel like Winston Smith at the end of the book. I think I might have to come out and say I love Big Brother, and submit to the grinning pack of statist tossers, for they have clearly won.

Yesterday the Conservatives announced the best manifesto, in my opinion, since I can remember. "Join us", they cried.

"Coo," quoth I, and "Gor Blimey."

I was chuffed. At last, someone had the balls to say what I think needed saying. Enough of this bansturbation, Big State Red Tape and such.

"Yay!" I cried again.

Then I listened to the BBC, Radio 4, Eddie and the team. They interviewed some typical fellow-countrymen.

Interviewer: "You know who David Cameron is?"
Idiot: "No."
Interviewer "He's the leader of the Conservative Party".
Idiot: "Yeah."
Interviewer: "What do you think of the idea of taking control of your own life?"
Idiot: "Innit."
Interviewer: "Would you be prepared to volunteer?"
Idiot: "I dunno, like, naah, don't fink so."

This was obviously an isolated incident.

This morning, Radio 4, Humph and the team.

Interviewer: "What about setting up your own school?"
Idiot: "Sounds good."
Interviewer: "Would you like to help?"
Idiot: "Naah, had too many nephews and nieces."
Interviewer: "Do you think it's a good idea?"
Idiot: "Naah, government does all that. I just get along. Other people can do stuff and think."

And I conclude one of the following:

1. Big Brother has won. He has, in only 13 years, reduced us to the state-dependent idiocy that he wants us to be.
2. The people who I now feel ashamed to call my countrymen have always been pigshit.

Both of my readers will know that I am not normally given to losing it and resorting to the rant. Nor targeting the unfortunate.

In this case, I make an exception. Fuck the lot of them. I give up. I mean it.