…but welcome to 1984. (LINK)
Its bad enough living in the country with the highest amount of CCTV per head in the world, in a nation so obsessed with celebrity over everything else that it makes tour guides, in a world where a statue gets the attention of the masses and the media more than the continuing horrors in Darfur and elsewhere… and so much more that it does make me feel sick.
We, as a nation, have moved from the possibility of debate and discussion to knee jerk reaction, fear of causing/being offended, and a growing inability to have any sort of rational thought. Be these issues of race, religion, sex, gender, politics, whatever… it is a symptom of what we have allowed to happen. That we have lost the ability to distinguish between insult and comment and that the government is supposed to represent its people, not control them.
Grrr… No idea why suddenly this all came to ahead. I suppose sometime things just simmer and all it takes is the possibility for something which has all the hallmarks of an easily abused system to bring it all back… better stop ranting.
I think I’ll watch “V for Vendetta” again…
Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
There are no coincidences, Delia… only the illusion of coincidence.
People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
We are oft to blame in this, – / ‘Tis too much proved – that with devotion’s visage/ And pious action we do sugar o’er/ The devil himself. (Quoting Polonius from Shakespeare’s Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1)
EDIT: Just some linkage which kind of expands and explains where the above rant developed from:
