The Warrant Of Fitness Is Bullshit

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Progressive ideals and a socialistic mentality rise to the surface here, coating it like a gel, settling over this population like invisible anthrax. The Right Thing To Do undebated, no time wasted on the pursuit of money and power, morals not based on 2000 year old scriptures, but on common human understanding, positive nature, Workable Solutions. And for all of that, you have to stand back and applaud. Shitting hell, they're light years ahead of us in that regard. At least they'll be first picked for the good jobs when the Chinese are carving up the planet like colonial Africa in a matter of decades.

Pulled over the eyes, though, a government dead as the church that supported it - a monarchy and parliament gone sour and meaningless with time, leaving the people crying out for the mother figure to set it all right, yet lacking provisions to rebel against this old order. Socialism bent by traditions. Marxism it's not. Progressive ideals being boiled by too much state involvement, burning off the fragile, essential meanings, leaving the only the Procedural.

And so it happens that you would like to institute a governmental policy to keep safe cars on the road, forcing drivers to repair their vehicles every six months to a standard set by the state. And so it happens that the hammer falls hard on the drivers of the sketchier vehicles. And so it happens that the drivers seek out the sketchier mechanics, and vice versa, and the cracks open, and the entire operation is exposed as meaningless and trivial, not solving the problem at all, never stopping a crime, only inventing an infraction, taking it away from its goal. The state saying to us that it is not necessary to carry insurance, and if you hit someone else, figure it out in court. But drive with a bald tire and you can get a fine.

I suppose it makes a small bit of sense in a country where you drive south to get to the colder temps, and mountains hold snow in the summer.

The thing is, the ideal itself stands up to reason, and the underlying force, that of socialism, drives our humanness in an essential direction, it connects us and creates more good than bad. It sees our flaws, asks and answers, bathing itself in our own human foolishness and ability to amaze. But it's never pure. By its own definition it isn't white, it isn't 24 karat. It can never be. I suppose the call for common sense in this system disappears down the well, into an abyss, echoing back like an unanswerable riddle. So you don't use heat to regulate the temps of the buildings, you just let the bodies do their work. You don't tax purchases, you tax income. You don't instigate wars, you don't overspend, overtax, you do it fairly and equally, you cut the fat and lean the pigs. Well, it's a nice feeling, but there's too much that hides, too much invisible. Behind it, rearing its face when most inconvenient, is a system lousy with old-world problems, the monarchy praised, silently sacrificed to. Like platelets, small components of the nation's blood too measurable to quantify, too essential to change.

And so, National Identity achieved. Borne of old colonial attitudes, the Empire standing tall, the Union Jack with the ever watchful eye. Yet reared with native culture, mixed, mashed, a child growing slowly, never rebelling, not making much noise, the people rising to be the most precious commodity.

Look, I come from the Land of Guns. I'm too familiar with shit going on behind the curtain, and I guess that's what pisses me off the most. That I would find it going on in a pure land such as this. That I could find a taint, a thumb print on the pristine paint. If it's here, it's everywhere, and that means it's everyone, and that's not the news I hoped to deliver.

So, essentially, give a government a chance, and it will eventually balls-up a simple concept. That's not a civics lesson, that's shit you already knew.