Everyone makes mistakes but the way the British branch of PCism, global socialism, Statism or whatever you want to call it goes about its business is galling.
Take the whole branding fiasco in which the little nazis Locog have completely misinterpreted the idea of concessions – and for that matter so have local councils up and down the country – to the point where, as the Independent put it:
As the world’s media descend on London for the Games, several international outlets have pointed out that London does not seem in a party mood. And it’s not only down to the weather.
Of course it’s not down to the weather. As that supposed “father” of branding put it:
“We [now] have very tough legislation to prevent a repeat of that [the Atlanta fiasco], but equally it needed to be applied with balance and common sense.”
And common sense has been conspicuously absent, just fascism:
Stories of the overzealous behaviour of the Locog’s brand-protection team have dogged the torch relay and created much ill feeling towards the Games. In Plymouth a café was told to take its “flaming torch breakfast baguette” off the menu. A florist in Stoke-on-Trent was told to remove an Olympic rings window display made from tissue paper, or risk a £20,000 fine, under laws set out in the Olympic Games Act of 2006.
So of course we’re all pissed off by these games – they’ve been destroyed by such as Locog, living in a dream world if they truly believe:
“Our approach is sensible and pragmatic. We have always preferred education [to] litigation, and we work with organisations to ensure they can celebrate the Games, without breaching the 2006 Act.”
They really believe that they’ve been reasonable? It’s this “under the provisions of the XYZ Act of 1774, you are a violator and as such are to be brought to your knees with the full force of the law” mindless Statism, a peculiarly British way of going about things, especially when zealously applied to minutiae, which has ruined the games, as people have pointed out.
And it’s not just the games. The fanatical way the British PCist quislings embraced the EU strictures surprised even Barosso and henchmen. Blair, Cameron and all the other quislings took “suggestions” and “recommendations” which Brussels was sure would be fought all the way down the line and was delighted to see the avid way it was embraced and all given away.
They were bemused, as you can see:
Signing the nation away – an occasion for great merriment
Brussels is a known-known, a known enemy and as such, is to be opposed but I, for one, don’t hae the same emotional reaction to them as to the quislings over here, the home-grown traitors to the nation like Blair, Brown, Cameron, Clarke, Ashton and all the other nasty little seekers of power and influence in the new pecking order.
These latter are the ones who need to be rounded up and given a dose of their own overzealousness. And it’s not just them. Up and down the country, every petty official, council worker, work programme tin god, everyone with even a sniff of power over others is turning around and applying that power “overzealously”.
I’m effing sick of it. In Lord of the Rings, when the weary travellers returned, to be told that they couldn’t do this, that that was against the rules, was it Sam or Frodo who exploded that they didn’t give a damn what the effing rules were – they were going to have a decent meal and a decent night’s sleep – or words to that effect?