'The State Knows Best' - trampolines and liberal fascism at work in Britain

One of the reasons why I am such an angry fucker, which then drives me to pillory my enemies and vent forth upon the decks of the B&D battleship, is the fact that I am living my best years during a phase of liberal fascism in Britain.

The state has assumed so much control of our lives and individual responsibility has been diminished to such an extent, there is scant room for manoeuvre - the individual has been reduced to the role of being a very small spoke in a very large wheel. A wheel that turns at the behest of a tiny arrogant few, travelling in dangerous, ominous directions.

Part of me might be less annoyed if the state was openly brutal and unabashed in its intentions. I imagine that the elites of the GDR and other eastern bloc countries were good at this. 'This is what we're about. You know if you disobey we'll strip you of a place in society. We know if you disobey you'll be stripped of a place in society. Here's my baton. That's your face. Now go back into your flat and finish of your pickled gherkins and shit vodka.'

The liberal fascists that rule us are wholly different to this. The sneering arrogance of our public sector officials and stooges is incredible. I face them at work, I face them whenever I engage in with the media, whenever I read or listen to what politicians have to say. I face them amongst our brainwashed masses out on the streets and in public places. My ears are besieged by their voice on the radio. There is no escape from the smug faces, the arrogant 'we know best, back the fuck up' attitude.

I hate their fucking guts so much, I want to lay claim to a large collection of guns, build up a good sized armoury and go on a fuck off shooting spree. I'm not joking.

'AK 47 is the tool,

Don't make me act the motherfucking fool'

It's not a good sign when a 30 something who supposedly has everything to live for is driven to the point where his best daydreams at work comprise of working out all the intricate details on how I could feasibly go about bringing down the state on a one-man 'going postal' mad man spree, involving essentially going fucking ape shit with an AK and taking down the BBC and Parliament.

Well, it beats answering emails and being polite on the phone.

Today, I found an article in the Telegraph which proves, yet again, why I am right and why the liberal elite that runs the UK is wrong, and why they deserve to be collectively forced onto a large meadow and accidentally blown up by a stockpile of accidentally accumulated nitroglycerin which I accidentally hid under a bale of hay.

The article, which is to be found here, shows how a family was told by a housing association that they had to remove the family kiddies trampoline in case it could be used by burglars to break into property.

According to the piece (which has really fucking pissed me off, in case you didn't realise):

'A spokesman for London and Quadrant, the housing association, said that it had contacted Mr Nice about his trampoline after receiving a complaint from one of his neighbours, but denied that risk of burglary was a factor.
"The trampoline is in a communal area on our land and our only concern was that when it is left unattended other children could use it and may hurt themselves," he said.
"We have absolutely no problem with Mr Nice's daughter using it. We simply asked him if he could bring it inside when she has finished playing on it and it is not being supervised." '

Firstly, the neighbour in this case is a grade A cunt. But we'll leave that for a moment. The main, outstanding problem here is that everyone is using 'tick box' health and safety concerns as a front for what has become a societal, cultural problem. This problem being, that responsibility has been robbed from the individual and is now a collective or state led concern. Authority knows best, authority has the upper hand and the power, and we must do as it says for our own good. We, as individuals, don't know what is good or right for us and our families.

Why has this been allowed to grow as a cultural aspect to this nation's psyche? There are many reasons, notwithstanding post war socialism and 'liberal' left politics. The growth of liberal fascism has required a legal foundation to help it along its way. A major problem here is in the growth of the compensation culture and the institution of 'no win - no fee' claims, which ironically occurred under the Conservatives' reign in government 2 decades ago.

The fact is, concern over welfare and health and safety considerations are a ruse. No-one fucking cares about anyone, least of all the state.

But fear over dodgy claims is rooted in something other than a lust for money. Generally speaking, people of a strong individualistic stripe tend to have more scruples and wish to attain their goals through individual effort and responsibility.

Those who have opted for a life on the state, a life of socialism and bludgeoning, have no such morals. They are happy to milk the new systems that have shot up around us for all they are worth.

The state knows this, but instead of seeking to change the laws to temper the desire for free, undeserved, ridiculous money (often large sums, for what are often accidents interpreted into something other than accidents where there's always a perpetrator at the fore) they encourage it.

The left in this country loves nothing more than its favourite pet - the left wing human rights or compensation lawyer. Those trendy, arrogant, pious, sermonising cunts who live and work in places like Tottenham or Hampstead or Hoxton and who take forward the good fight against the middle classes, the bourgeois and the capitalist Tory scum. Read: people who work, pay taxes and require or wish for nothing from the state and are therefore outside of the Labour Party's reach.

It's a partnership in tandem. 'You rely on us, and we'll set all the rules. If anything goes wrong, it's not your fault and you can make a claim. You win, our friends win, the money comes from somewhere, you feel happy and are likely to continue your life of dependence on people like us. Have a nice day!'

But let's say, for example, that we are to take the housing association officer's word for granted. Let's say he is genuine here in this instance. OK then, let's analyse his words shall we?

Well, he takes no time to point out that the social housing tenant is using 'communal land' by putting his trampoline on it. Read: we own your arse, bitch, now shut the fuck up.

He explains that, if left unattended, other children could use the trampoline and hurt themselves.

This is exactly the kind of limp wristed, smug, mealy mouthed, cocky, sneery left wing bullshit I put up with every fucking day of my fucking cursed existence.

What does he mean, 'unattended'? Does he seriously think there is any logic in the notion that such artifacts as trampolines and such the like (swings? toys? pogo sticks? bouncy castles? footballs?) should be perpetually 'attended' or supervised? Why? Why, after thousands of years of children being allowed to have a bit of freedom and play, should adults be there to perpetually watch over either the children, or things they use to fuck around with for fun like trampolines?

This is the sort of thing that makes me want to take my shit off safety.

The next bit is a classic, though. Other children 'could' use it (the trampoline) and 'may' hurt themselves.

Really? Is that fucking so? Other kids could come along, see a trampoline on a bit of land outside someone else's house, they 'could' be tempted to think 'oi oi! I'm going to have a bit of a lark on that old fucker over there', and they 'may', by pure unfortunate coincidence, bounce around on it, wobble off the fucking cunt, and fall on the grass thus grazing their knee.

All of this is a coincidence, don't you know? Because just the other day, I was getting dressed ready to go to work when I got a call from my boss. Want to know what he said? Here's the transcript of the call which I printed off from my special computer because I always record my calls on the chance that I 'could' be subject to a stalking campaign by a murderous homosexual pervert with a penchant for Anglo-Greeks, and this 'may' require me to produce evidence at court where I possibly might attend trial dressed as Kojak in a Mankini:

"John The Don, is that you?"
"Yeah, sup"
"Don't bother coming into work today."
"Cool. But why?"
"Because it occurred to HR that if you attempt to drive to work, you 'could' end up driving into the back of a Kia Piccanto, part through stress, part though lack of concentration, part because we understand you smoke and drink at the wheel. Because of the likelihood of a possible 'road traffic incident' (call it a crash or an accident and we'll fire you summarily), this 'could' lead you to endure injuries. These injuries might, if not immediately treated with a plaster and 6 months worth of rehabilitation at the hands of NHS physiotherapists, will cause you to require a special chair in the office."

"Why is this a problem?"
"We're fresh out of special chairs and our Heath and Safety Officer forbids anyone, with injuries, to work without the aid of a special chair."
"...................see you at the Christmas party?"
"Deal"

Can you not see? Can you not see how many cunts there are in the world? Cunts that wield small amounts of power and influence, but when that power and influence is added together into the big mixing bowl, it is enough to melt the bollocks of every large mammal on earth and forcibly jet hose the liquefied genitalia into the mouths of every last sentient human.

For mother fucketty fucking fuck fuck cuntelly cunting fucking cunting helling cunty sake! What the total fucking cunting hell is wrong with the U fucking cunting K? You cunts, every last one of you, for failing to join me on my one-man fucking postal fucking AK 47 fuck fest.

Fuck the government, and fuck housing association cunts for their gutless bullshit and fuck compensation lawyers for milking a fucked up system. Fuck you all. Cunts.