“Well that’s just ridiculous,
It’s all a conspiracy innit?
These civil infringements are only in place to insure the safety and stability of our society as a whole.
It’s not an infringement on our civil liberties,
I’ve got nothing to hide…”
… Yeah right mate, you and the rest of the horse blinded, fear addicted zombies.
Whose un-wavering belief in an omnipresent system allows them to be painted into corners, divided into social categories and studied like a herd of cloned sheep.
The same fuckers who think that freedom and liberty are two different things, that one could be sacrificed for the other; that they don’t exist as basic human rights, but as archaic offerings to false gods in drab suits and fancy ties.
Who bellow orders from behind painted veils and iron curtains, wizards of Oz and witches of the west, constantly reminding the flying monkeys who they live for, who they die for and work for.
Lengthening the reach of their gaze with a thousand eyes, constantly multiplying, always watching, for your protection.
Never ceasing, unless of course, innocent men get blasted eight times in the head on tube trains, or bombs blow up buses.
There are more CCTV cameras in London than anywhere else and I don’t feel any safer.
I don’t remember anybody telling me to sign any document, or filing some application or waiting in a queue at some fucking post office to grant permission for me to be filmed three hundred times a day.
Can you honestly say that you feel safer in the knowledge that every inch of your city is being filmed by some mechanical eyes poking their spiky lenses into everything you do?
That bad things won’t happen because the man in the shiny box said the great steel eyes will always watch over you, and that they fend off evil and desperate souls who threaten the very fabric of our way of life.
Praise be the ever watching, all knowing, ever loving, ever growing great spheres of vigilance.
Thank you for averting 7/7.
Thank you for showing me the true nature of the pentagons destroyed west wing.
Thank you for being there when de Menezes lost his life to trigger happy pigs, high on propaganda and job dissatisfaction.
And thank you for bringing those responsible to justice, of course.
Does their presence make you feel safer? Or just remind you that there’s a higher power at work? Scattering symbolic references of its boundless power across the land, like a valley of crucifixes, or the totems of some other primitive deity.
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