To Hell With The Olympics

No one really knows what The Big Society is.
A recent poll found that 68% hadn’t a clue but a month later the figure had risen to 74%, which would suggest that we’ll be completely dumbfounded by Christmas.
Every day, we hear of new cuts coming to lighten the load of the government purse so that we can get real with the present and deal with the past for a brighter future. A firm hand needs to be taken, they say, before retiring to the snooker room for brandy.
It was revealed that civil servants took the equivalent of 4,846 years off sick in 2009/10 tax year.
North Africa and the Middle East continues to bristle with its fever for revolution, having finally risen against decades of neglect.
Libyans live and die in hope of a better future for their children while their insane ex-leader plots their demise from a PAYG mobile in his loyal butler’s shed on the outskirts of Tripoli.
While our boys polish their boots and brush down their uniforms for the common good, our government employs silenced east Europeans to scratch off serial codes to disguise arms they are only too happy to sell to its enemy, all in the name of world-policing.
Greece and Ireland are still smarting in shame and sighing relief from the degrading IMF bail-out, but what will happen when the new money’s gone and the debt spirals out of control in a few years, or months? Interest alone will strangle them into the arms of where? America? Europe? Outer-space? What will become of them, and Spain, and Italy?
In Arab nations, we’ve seen the poor and the disenfranchised standing together regardless of tribal belonging and regional belief systems, firm in the knowledge that their rich and their government are the real enemy.
This is still not yet conceivable in Britain.
Or is it?
Are there any similarities between Britain and these nations?
As we chuckle through Red Nose Days and royal weddings, gratifying our instinctual guilt with blood-stained donations for malaria nets and bus rides to prolong the lives of a fraction of a fraction’s fraction of the world’s needy, surely we could do better than that.
In Libya, where, up until recently, there were no journalists, the government’s army and police have killed protesters en masse. In the first few days of uprising, 84 were killed but that figure is probably closer to a few thousand. As time wears down the probability of anarchy over triumph, posing serious questions to the indifference of watching nations, people continue to die, but not in vain.
As the gift of desperation smiles on the weather-beaten faces of the people of Libya, affluent nations slowly and conveniently begin to forget the trouble that may lie ahead for themselves, falling foul of denial, while their governments carefully weigh the potential risks of similar rebellious tendencies in their own backyard.
In terms of compassion, Britain stands alone in the ‘civilised world’. We encourage immigration while all Europe shuts its door. We encourage peacekeeping policies and teach courageous restraint for the overall good of the world. As a people, we are generous and welcoming to all.
Somewhere in between America, which allows its poor to die as a matter of course under the neon flag of meritocracy, and Europe, which provides for its own under strict codes of federal socialism, Britain waves its flag to everyone like a drunken sailor.
The powerful illuminati of America and Europe don’t give two hoots about what goes on in the world so long as they make money from it. To them, it’s a game without end in which they always win, even when they lose.
As long as it doesn’t affect them, Libya can burn, and as far as China and India are concerned, who deceive themselves with equally blithe ignorance, professing that they are under-developed fledglings as they trounce the global table of GDPs, stuck in the past, they plead ignorance that they can’t possibly help with global issues.
In Britain, inflation rises and joblessness will soon cripple families and force them into homelessness while the government closes down the support agencies (that would have been there to help them).
The charitable foundations that have fended off what they can by propping up the government’s awful record for blind cruelty are now closing down in their droves, especially if they were unfortunate enough to have had local government as financial partners.
Councils have quietly sold all national housing stock to established housing associations, which, as such, exonerate the government from further responsibility.
Legal aid is to be scrapped and plans to close down Citizen’s Advice Bureaux are close to completion.
So, the Big Society.
What is it exactly? Well, it’s the precise opposite, but I don’t think Mr Cameron is aware as yet. It may have sounded like a nice idea at the time of its conception, perhaps the result of an alcoholic brainstorming session.
The Big Society is an elaborate smokescreen, if only Mr Cameron knew it himself, puffing its way across the land to guide us away from the reality of the cuts that, by late 2012, will make Libya look like a playground.
It will cause us more poverty than has ever been seen and thus pave the way for a separation of rich and poor.
The Big Society will be a call to the newly abandoned to fight for their very lives.
Having conveniently taken away the infrastructure that would have been there to correct the disastrous effects of the cuts will render our pitiful government powerless, leaving it to… wait for it, The Big Society.
You and me, together in harmony.
Imagine your every waking moment being taken to guard your door in case ransackers need to relieve you of your precious tinned food.
When the illuminati cut off the electricity, internet and petrol, just as they will simultaneously around the world, the real trouble will start and all hell will break loose within hours.
Briton against African against Caribbean against European against Asian against all else, fighting to survive the separation.
There will be no escape. With no fuel, food, heat or electricity (and therefore no communication, apart from homing pigeons), the war of winter 2012/13 will be over in months, if not weeks.
The police will be busy protecting inner London while the government and the rich, having gathered up their britches to scamper into hiding, will congregate as guests on heavily-guarded private estates. The lesser cross-section of upper-middle classes will be housed at army barracks with the questionable protection of the forces.
This will leave the Big Society (you and me, honeybunch) to riot, pillage and steal across the country to feed our own.
It will not be a civil war because the authorities will not be present. It will be just as dog eats dog.
Once ‘the war’ has died down and the poor, weak and vulnerable have been effectively culled by their own, the army will be called back from Afghanistan or somewhere suitably far away so that the government can dust itself down and start afresh.
The army will be likened to the tardy American troops of the second world war, coming all too late and when the war is won; a deceptive symbol of freedom.
That is what the Big Society is; a cover-up, and a prelude to a Small Society.
When they switch on the electricity and tart themselves up for the cameras, they’ll probably blame the whole thing on multi-culturalism.
You think it won’t happen?
Margaret Thatcher believed that there was no such thing as society and now David Cameron is staking his political reputation on The Big Society.
To find the answers to your questions as to whether anything as preposterous as the picture I’ve painted could ever happen, let’s look at the evidence.
First of all, and most importantly, the primary task of government was to separate the rich from the poor, which they’ve managed to do very well so far (the proportion of rich to poor has been 7% to 93% since records began).
Secondly, in the last ten years, the world has changed almost irreparably. If the economic balloon had been burst in 2000, the problem would be well on its way to resolution by now. But no, George Bush ‘won’ the election from Al Gore by way of our fair-weather friends in Florida, and so the financial markets continued to breathe carbon dioxide into the balloon so that the rich could become ultra-rich.
The stupefied public even started to believe that the ballon may never burst, such were the apparent material rewards to blind them.
And then came the deafening sound of a burst balloon, followed by media suppression of the trouble that lay ahead and stories of childish, red-faced MPs squirreling funds from Daddy PM’s satchel.
By this time, equity in property for the vast majority of homeowners was at a record-low. Having overspent, taking out loans and remortgages to live the happy li(f)e, their hands had been well and truly tied by debt and fear, rendering them powerless in all ways.
Throughout the organised capitalistic mayhem, the rich had swallowed up all of the world’s money and placed it into offshore banks so that it couldn’t be touched or traced, and every country in the world was suddenly deeply in debt to them.
Now held to ransom, all the governments have to do is take back what is theirs (the world’s money) but would they, could they do such a thing to those that had sculpted the face of the world for them while they hiccupped over veal?
Unfortunately, the world governments have always had the same idea as the ultra-rich, which is to defend their own by depopulation to a manageable level.
But could they actually do it? Could they cause the people to fight among themselves to survive a separation?
Libya is a perfect example of how to deal with a self-serving government, but will British people ever have the guts to fight against the common enemy before it’s too late?
I jolly well hope so.