When, for instance, did it become acceptable for a credit card company to prescribe the uses to which you can put your own money? A gift card, for ease of use in online transactions, comes with a hefty set of no-nos when it comes to spending that money. You may not, for example, play at an online casino using the card. Never mind that you bought this card with your own money – there are things You May Not Do With It.
I don’t know when we began to accept such damnable controls upon our lives. I remember no such strictures upon personal disposal of income in the seventies – although perhaps I was a little young.
You had to pay the government to ‘protect’ you, to ‘maintain infrastructures’ and to Keep The Country Going. Otherwise, I don’t recall the ugly face of Nanny Watchdog leering over our shoulders at every move – do you?
Now, thanks in part to the huge instillation of fear of ‘terrorism’ into almost all of us –instillation courtesy of those very same governments, mind you – we tend to shrug our shoulders and form the belief that maybe we need to be protected against our own free wills, after all.
This is an enormous crock of poppycock, isn’t it?
I may not, for my own protection, own more than 2 dogs – even if I have the space, means and temperament for more.
I may not, for my own protection, smoke in my own house or vehicle if someone else who is a nonsmoker is in the same building or car.
I may not, for my own protection, make a fuss when the bank wants to see a record of my comings and goings for the last 20 years before it’ll grant me a loan at hugely inflated interest rates.
I may not, for my own protection, cultivate certain plants in my garden – or anybody else’s garden for that matter – unless I want to find myself behind bars very quickly.
I may not use certain words in my conversation. I may not play certain kinds of music. I may not see a detailed rundown of what my tax money bought for the armed forces of this country. I may not bury my beloved pets on my own land.
Don’t tell me this is all for my own good. Don’t even tell me it’s for the Greater Good. I don’t believe you anymore.
You’ve crept into our lives , under our beds and between the pages of our chequebooks.
Get out, I tell you. Get out before I decide you really aren’t necessary – and more, you’re actually a deadly force against Life. If I never manage to actually assemble a bomb in my bathtub to send you all back to the hell you came from, well, at least I can be awake enough to realise to what extent you’ve inserted yourselves into my life.
You’re all God, just like I am – but, by all the Holiness we represent, there are still some issues to be settled between different parts of Us. Back to the foot of the queue, evil ones, and start again.
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