Chuckles points to Ken Frost who points to Nanny:
Our old friends from the National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (NICE) are so worried about the over prescription of antibiotics, that they have instructed doctors to snoop on their colleagues in order to ensure they are not prescribing too many antibiotics.
Call me naive, but aside from this being an utterly disgraceful instruction, aren’t doctors meant to be competent, professional and qualified?
One comment in particular was to the point:
When I grew up in the 1950s and 1960s, being a grass or telling tales was a big no no.
Today, it seems everyone is watching everyone else and are being encouraged to grass on their fellow citizens. This was common during the time of Hitler in Germany and was also common during the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein.
I visited the old USSR during the early 1970s and I believe I saw the future of our nation there, as we go more and more down the road towards the EUSSR. There was massive overmanning within the state sector and most of the roles appeared to be watching others including watchers watching the watchers.
The UK is turning into a really nasty place and I fear for the kind of life my grandchildren and their children will come to see as the norm.
As you know, I was in Russia in the 90s and the most egregious aspects of this had disappeared but people still had their tales.
There was a principle of Denunciation, a formal method by which one made contact with the local branch office nestled in among the houses and yards with their children’s climbing frames and the rug-beating railings. One either popped along or else sent a letter.
Your neighbour might have done something truly dastardly such as singing a Beatles song in the bath or perhaps you just didn’t like him. If it was minor, he’d be paid a visit, as I was one day – though that was the woman next door being murdered.
If it was far more serious, such as suggesting socialism was not all it was cracked up to be, you might be visited at midnight by the occupants of the Black Moriah and that was you never seen again.
My landlord’s son told of a comment he made in a lesson one morning. He was marched into a spare room, to be joined by a Thought Police officer sometime later and he went through the rest of that day being reindoctrinated.
This is uncannily like our beloved Common Purpose’s thought control techniques, resulting in the sociopathic Pod People they are today.
There you are in convivial company with friends and you make an alcohol-fuelled remark. One person at that table is not amused and you receive a visit next evening.
Make no mistake, this is where we’re headed. We’re already increasingly alone, we don’t appreciate neighbours’ noise, neighbourliness is conspicuously absent. The preconditions are present.