I HAVE a dear friend who falls into the category ‘pillar of society’. Entirely selflessly, he devotes his time to what we would call ‘good causes’.
He has nursed the terminally ill, organised food packages for the less fortunate abroad, raised funds for myriad initiatives in the UK and chaired several charities. You get the picture.
However, here’s the other side of the picture. He’s triple-jabbed and flu-jabbed. He’d have a row with you if you raised the subject of NHS sackings for the unjabbed 80,000 front-line staff.
How could you possibly think it was safe for them to be tending to a patient? It’s important to stress here that it’s not because he’s analysed the risk-benefit ratio of the ‘vaccine’. He doesn’t need to. The Government has instructed him, and that’s good enough.
When we talk about people suffering from mass hypnosis, it’s the depth and root of that hypnosis that we need to comprehend.
It is much, much older than Covid. We’ve been hypnotised from birth, as have been the generations before us. It starts with your birth certificate, followed by your NHS number. You are the property of the State.
My friend’s hypnosis is founded on the belief in authority. Thus, he defends Edward Heath, Tony Blair, Theresa May and Boris Johnson with equal stolidity for having done their best in ‘a very difficult job as our Prime Minister’.
This is echoed in James Saunders’s satirical masterpiece The Pedagogue, written some 60 years ago: ‘Can one assume that having come so far along the road to our ultimate fulfilment, whatever that may be, we are to be abandoned by the authority we have selected for ourselves? Whichever happens, whatever comes to pass, let us bear this in mind; there is that which has our best interests at heart; which takes care of us.’
This mass, innate belief in authority is, of course, an open door for every gangster without a criminal record. A varnish of respectability is applied to those who walk through that door. They acquire an immediate and recognised authority. You can tell how they feel about that when they talk about being ‘in power’. Whatever happened to being ‘in office’? We don’t hear much about duty these days.
So what we’ve allowed to happen is for those in power to believe they have the authority to do what they like. They have long forgotten, nay suppressed, the fact that sovereignty rests with the individual.
Yet we willingly abrogate that sovereignty to those we put in power. Now they have authority over us. Those in power then make laws.
What we lost sight of centuries ago is that a country needs operators, not lawmakers. Of course we need people to run things smoothly, and are happy to pay them. But ingrained in us is the belief that they have the right to change things by law, irrespective of how we might feel about that.
Did anybody consult you about gay marriage? Unfettered immigration? Net Zero? Covid lockdown? Of course not. The Government does those things. We voted them in. They have the authority.
I said earlier that this was an unshakeable state of mind. Well, maybe the Covid experience has started to dislodge that. Perhaps we’re going to question everything and everybody. We should. Perhaps this is the real Great Reset.
My contention is that we’ve had reality turned upside down, perhaps for ever. So who should be responsible for making laws? My answer is the people. And why do we have to keep making new laws? We’ve got far too many already. Ah, say the ‘realists’, because in an ever-changing world legislation has to keep pace. But perhaps the truth is that it’s round the other way.
Let’s replace politicians with skilled operators, capable of running the country like a smooth machine. Let’s have the power of recall. Quite simply, a voter can register his or her disapproval of any public appointee. When those registrations exceed 50 per cent, recall is automatic.
Let’s limit proposed new laws to one per year. Once proposed, the country has 12 months to debate it, followed by a referendum. Turning the country into an efficient, stable machine, sans politics, sans parties (both kinds), is surely what we need.
Older readers will know that the headline of this article is from the opening yell of the Billy Cotton Band Show. Perhaps you could download it to your mobile as your call theme.
