Quote:Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.
All these others tell you you're getting better. Only Bob has the guts to get up and tell you you're being screwed.
Thanks Francis. I hope your pain has eased off. I have heard before that the pain of agreeing with me soon fades.
Quote:A undefined group of people but mainly the politicians, media tycoons, captains of industry.
You ought to have added in their understrappers, lickspittles, lackeys and dupes who all, apart from the last mentioned, have their snout into this evergushing trough. People do need more safety when they are nervous. So they make 'em nervous and out pours the gravy.
Do you think Francis that they will end up like Luc Goddard showed them at the end of Alphaville? I do. It's sort of like watching a boulder roll downhill. One can predict where it's going from where it's been. They have never been known to reverse direction when left to their own devices. And the sooner they are stopped the less messy it will be, or, to put it another way, the longer you dither over stopping them the bigger the mess will be.
It's the old, old story. As soon as a society gets rich everybody wants to be in the Paperwork Party. Nobody wants to really work. Work becomes distasteful and signifies gamma status. And nepotism does the rest. You won't see their kids mending the roads or picking turnips. It might suggest that the genetic material in the family tree wasn't up to snuff.
I wonder when the germ free working environment will come into being. Be a long while I suppose. Cost too much. Lives are not worth what that would cost. Better not campaign on germ free environments. And germ laden environments cost an absolute fortune. You would all need Hazmat suits. Marks and Sparks doing middle range stuff. Scented air supply. Filtered of course. Dew-drop rose petal for Mac.
When they say that it costs the NHS £1.7 billion to treat smokers they don't tell you that that's the top line. It's almost all wages. So a third goes straight back where it came from. It actually never leaves where it came from. Then, when the wages are spent they are spent on wages as well and by the time Mr Darling presses the "SUBMIT" button it probable reads 4 pence. (Poetic license invoked.) It is all wages because everything comes out of the earth and until work is applied to it it has no value. You have a cascade of wages. A third tax at each interface. A lot more at some interfaces like the pub. A bloody lot more.
Ever bent down to pick a penny up or even put up with them about your person? A pint of beer is 6 inches high and costs , say, £2.50. All tax.
If you divide the 6 inches by 250 you get a very shallow cylinder of beer of height about one fortieth of an inch and valued at 1 pence. Then you watch them dispense the stuff and it becomes obvious that a penny isn't worth a frog's fart in a hurricane, and a penny is the crucial difference between £3.99 and £4. And we all know how important that is. And it takes calories to bend down and straighten up again looking pleased with yourself or lugging all that copper around all day long. Weight stops trains my Daddy always told me when we were studying racing form together. And calories cost money.
To continue with the song- which is License To Kill-
Quote: Now, he's hell bent for destruction,
He's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged
With great skill
And all he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.