No? Good. But just in case you were in any doubt, here's a story from Dizzy...
Last week, the Tory Leader of the Opposition on the Council was stopped by Police and accused of being a terrorist whilst he took a photo of the local Police station for a ward by-election campaign leaflet.
This is not a joke. Councillor Spencer Drury (pictured) was out in Plumstead High Street to gauge opinion on the issues down there in advance of a ward by-election next Thursday. He was also taking photos and when he got to the Police Station he took a photo of it.
After doing this a Police van pulled up, an officer got out, and then asked what he was doing. Cllr Drury explained that he was a local politician and that he was taking pictures for literature in the upcoming by-election. The police officer however did not believe him and demanded identification under the Terrorism Act.
When Cllor Drury asked if the officer thought he was a terrorist he was told the answer was "Yes".
There is something seriously wrong with this country and whilst the rot started with the scum in the House of Commons, they have, as my colleague Obnoxio points out, long since lost control.
Who's actually running the show here? Because Douglas Carswell, MP, reckons it's not parliament. Most of the rants I've had recently about nanny state interference have involved councils, not government legislators. We have councillors usurping and abusing anti-terrorist laws to spy on made-up rules about waste collection, we have unelected bodies like NICE telling us what drugs we can get out of the huge sums we piss out on the NHS every day, we have elfin safety telling us what kind of goggles we can wear in swimming pools.
And it's not just the egregiously fascist Labour Party that espouses this kind of shit at lower levels. "Call me Dave" is nominally the leader of the Tories, but when Tory-led Cuntcils indulge in this kind of petty fascism, "Call me Dave" just says, "It's got nuffink to do wiv me."
Anybody who thinks things are going to be better under the Tories is sadly mistaken.
Meanwhile, MPs are too busy feathering their own nests and shoring up their gold-plated pensions to give a rat's arse about what happens outside the Westminster Home for the Terminally Feeble. They like to see themselves on telly looking statesmanlike, but they won't expend the slightest effort on stopping the impending train wreck. Meanwhile, further down the devolved (but entirely unaccountable) power chain, unelected organisations, faceless cuntcils, civil servants and charities all vie to see who can fuck the man in the street a) the hardest and b) around the most.
Sooner or later it's going be pitchforks, tapers, piano wire and lamp posts. And these jumped-up little Hitlers better watch out, because we're not going to stop until every single one of the little fuckers is swinging in the breeze.
Either that day will come, or people in this country will just buckle under and accept their serfdom—and I am beginning to think that this latter option is the one that most will choose to take. As long as they have their Trisha and their fake fucking scandals cooked up by The Scum, what the fuck do they care? Are enough people angry?—that's the question.
As regular readers will know, I think that Douglas Carswell is one of the good guys (as far as there are any in that dell of iniquity that we call a Parliament), a man who turned down a position of power in order not to compromise his principles.
I wonder how wedded to the Tories he is, for there is only one party in this country whose central platform is one of freedom, and it will give me no pleasure at all to have to open Carswell's trapdoor.