I once had a conversation with another academic in which we considered what we’d do in retirement.
“I plan to try Class A drugs,” he said. “Can’t touch them now because I need my brain in full working order, but when I’ve retired I intend to see what all the fuss is about.”
I couldn’t argue. I, too, need my brain in full working order so can’t risk hard drugs but in retirement, why not give it a go? It’s probably a lot more fun than dementia, which is the only other thing we have to look forward to when the Puritans get their way. By then, heroin will be no more illegal than wine anyway, so what the hell.
Until then, I plan to do all I can to wreck Oily Al’s chances of staying in power with his Spiteful New Puritan party. All he really has is his promise of independence and most of the SNP drones I’ve met believe his bluff that ‘it’s not the right time’. It’s never going to be, guys, because that promise of independence is the only thing he has to distract you from what he’s really doing. If the other parties weren’t exactly the same, they could say the things I’ve said to those voters and chip away at Oily Al one vote at a time. They can’t, because I say most of the same things about them.
There is no independence on offer. None. All that is on offer is turning Scotland into an EU region and that was the EU plan all along anyway. Nothing new. Nothing brilliant. Nothing at all.
It is the same thing that would have happened no matter who was shouting the loudest at Holyrood. The SNP are an irrelevance, as are all the other main parties.
This is what the supporters of all those parties need to know. They also need to have their eyes opened to the Scotland (and for that matter, England, Wales and pretty much any other country west of Moscow) they are voting for.
No smoking. No drinking. No chip shops. Free healthcare only for the healthy but paid for with higher taxes on those deemed unhealthy. Windmills all over the place and the lights go out when the wind drops. Not enough power in the mains to boil a kettle and the solution will be to tax you harder. On a cold, still winter’s day, all you nonsmoking teetotal SNP voters will freeze to death becasue all forms of fire will be banned.
An old age of deadly dull deprivation where you must live as long as possible and do absolutely nothing to enjoy it.
If you vote SNP, Tory, Labour or Lib Dem, that is your future. That’s it. All of it.
When you get there, it will be far too late to do anything about it, and the youth won’t help you either. They will be too busy blaming you for the taxes they have to pay. That particular game is already well under way. Just imagine how vicious it will have become when it’s your turn. The younger you are now, the worse it will be for you.
So what’s it going to be? Another X in the same box as always, another good drone following his master’s voice?
Or will you put a little thought behind it next time?