This week I watched a film on TV called Demolition Man, well I recorded it and watched the next day - story of my life!  Then I thought how similar parts of the film and the current government's plan for Britain could be.  How can that be I here you ask?  Read on friends this could be reality!

For those of you who haven't seen the film and I won't go in to too much detail but basically our hero -Sylvester Stallone - has been released earlier than planned from cryo-containment because in the year 2032, in Los Angeles (where else?) the people have a crisis they are unable to contain.  A gun wielding lunatic has been unfrozen - Wesley Snipes - and the police do not know how to cope.  A Police Lt - Sandra Bullock - has studied the "old days" and suggests the need for a good old fashioned gon-toting cop.

So, John Spartan (Stallone) is thawed out and is asked how he feels and is there anything he would like.  In reply he says a cigarette, bottle of Budwieser and a hamburger.  Oh No! The kindly police  Lt says.  "Smoking is not good for your health, nor is drinking and eating cow's meat.  Anyway, they are all banned.  Haven't you noticed that there are no farm animals?  Why?  They were deemed a threat to global warming due to their farts.  Our "Taco Bell" restaurants offer a good range of synthetic food though."

I will add this film scene in for good measure because I thought it was funny. The Lt asks Spartan if he would like to have sex with her.  After a slight pause he agrees obviously, who wouldn't?  She returns with two head sets and he trys to kiss her.  "What are you doing?"  You are not allowed physical contact.  It's banned. After the plague of HIV then Hepatitus in 2015 the exchange of bodily fluids are banned.  He asks. "What about kids?."

"Oh!" She replies. " You mean pro-creation.  Banned.  For children we go to a laboratory for impregnation.  We also know where all citizens are located because they are "chipped" at birth."

However, underground the poor and previously middle class citizens live in the sewers and service tunnels, stealing scraps of food where they can, eating rat burgers, smoking dope and having proper sex.

So what has this got to do with Labours vision of a future Britain?

Well a lot really.  The introduction of bio-metric ID cards and passports.  Key workers in power and security industries are now to have ID cards with the gradual inclusion of other workers, health, teaching etc with the eventual requirement of all citizens by 2012 to have one.  This is forced compliance via the backdoor.  Stealth in fact.  Another  typical and commonplace Labour trick.

We think nothing of micro-chipping our pets so why not us.  The powers that be will be able to track our movements 24/7 via satellite, probably a background program running on Eurosat the up and coming development of a satnav system just for Europe.  This chip data will contain the same information as on the national DNA database that the government are trying to creep in, on the grounds that it will save us from terrorism and ID theft.  Hogwash!  Chips can be manipulated, databases can be hacked and anyway this government loses database back-up CD's faster than the criminals can burn and sell copies.

To curb "binge drinking" the recent budget jacked the price of alcohol up again.  This doesn't stop youngsters boozing but it does generate more money for the treasury coffers to subsidise MP's self imposed payrise and new kitchen and bathroom expenses.  The latter commonly known as the "John Lewis List", well common knowledge now after we found out it existed.

When the temperance society have infiltrated the legislature completely booze will be banned.  They will bring this "not good for you" law in via a "Health & Safety judgement" just like they did with the ban on fags in public places. I liked the smell of beer and smoke, it felt cosy down the pub.  Now I rarely go to the local due to sky high prices and the sickening stench of body odour, the toxic mix of cheap perfume and after shave and pee.

Now what really gets my goat up is the popular spout of how much we cost the country and the health service if we don't lead "perfect lives."  This endless fountain of health information from the do-gooders and busy-bodies is designed to make you feel guilty if you eat too many burgers and become a little overweight, smoke anything at all, drink a little vino a couple of times a week and so forth. "

Don't you realise that the money saved from not having to treat you in hospital could have bought another clinic or funded a monolith or maybe a "Dome" they bleat.  Ah Yes!  But if it was a "perfect world" we wouldn't need clinics, hospitals, drugs or even a police force.  Chew on that!

So what we need is a change of government.  Tory?  Not too keen, trying to be popularist in policies but probably won't follow up.  We've been there before.  Liberals?  Not to sure there either.  Has some good ideas but they are usually cancelled out by some really stupid ones.  An Independant?  Possibly.  How about a Dictator?  We haven't had one of those yet.  It can't get any worse.  Democracy doesn't work - they plead for your vote.  Acquire the power they only dreamed about as bullied school kids.  Instead of doing what the voters wish they just merrily do what they think is best for us.

Why the year 1966?

I am not sure really.  Any time during the 1960's appeared to me to be the good life.  I was in my teens and could just about afford a Ford car, petrol was cheap, there were no mobile phones, beer was cheap - 11 1/2 old pence a pint.  There was no AID's or didn't appear to be so at the time - Knob-rot and Syphilus was to be avoided if possible.  Rock music and Motown by real musicians and talented singers.  Everyone met, laughed, smoked and argued with each other on the "works bus" to the factory - that's when we, Britain, used to manufacture items, now we just redistribute or import - and paid weekly in cash.

Railways were being ripped up so there was plenty of scrap metal to turn into washing machines and more cars.  Black and White TV and most enjoyable a game show followed by a good film on Saturday night TV if you were skint and couldn't go out or you were washing your hair.  Best of all, "Reality TV" hadn't been invented.  Candid Camera was hilarious!

Good old PC Plod chasing us down alleys on foot or bicycle - no BMW 3 series estates and helicopters in pursuit -  to give us a thick ear and take us home to Dad who would match the other ear with a backhander.  We had "respect" then.  We were not categorised then as special needs, hyper-active or a problem kids with knives and guns.  We were rascals and teenagers.

  Girls with flowing brilliantly coloured skirts, jeans  and white T-shirts, skintight slacks, high heels and unhookable Playtex bras.  Fabulous hairstyles and make-up abounded to attract the males.  Long earrings and pretty necklaces.  They looked, smelt and felt feminine.  Now, the earrings are punched through nostrils, lips, tongues, nipples, navels and other unmentionable items of skin.  Necklaces too have found new locations and I'm not talking necks either.  Women with tattoes?  Maybe a small discreet rose or similar is likeable on a shoulder or small of back.  Many of these "women" would not be out of place amongst the indigenous tribes of the Amazonian rain forest where they would accepted as long lost ancestors.

And finally - We won the 1966 World Cup at Wembley!

So can I be beamed back?  Thanks Scottie - Owe you one!

Last update : 15-03-2008 15:49

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