Leg-Iron wrote yesterday about the fate of non-smoking drinkers. I can only echo his sentiments. Did you really think that smokers were the only ones on the list? They were always coming for you next.
The indicators have been there for a little while, exactly the same thing that happened to smoking is happening to drinking now, except faster, because now they have a template to follow.
Boris outlawed drinking on the tube (although even as a militant smoker, I accept that smoking on the underground isn’t perhaps the smartest thing someone can do), all the alcohol ads carry the ‘please drink responsibly’ tag line now, the advertising of alcohol is restricted and banned in some areas across Europe. The health warnings, in the shape of the little how many (completely arbitrary and totally made up) units are contained within are now commonplace. It won’t be long until pictures of diseased livers, wrecked cars and some bloke looking terrified having woken up in bed with an ugly bird start turning up on bottles. Oh, it won’t just be Asda own brand alcopops, it’ll have to be on that very expensive bottle of château bottled burgundy as well. We’ve already got stories of adults being refused sale of alcohol because they once met a child and could perhaps set up some sort of intravenous drip system for the little tyke. Similarly, pregnant women have been asked to leave pubs because they’ve had a sip of someone’s drink. Then there’s the tax. It’ll not be long until people will be forced to go and drink outside for fear that they give people alcoholism through passive drinking, and don’t even get me started on third hand booze, that’ll give you cirrhosis.
The restrictions will continue to be rolled out, and it will all be for our own good.
Don’t drink? Don’t think it matters to you? Feel happy because the filthy smokers and boorish drinkers are finally being brought to heel? Well, good for you. How about food, do you eat any of that? Because the screw is being turned there as well. Just think of the progression against smoking and drinking. Now look at this story:
‘Ah, but I don’t eat nasty junk food, carry on.’ OK. Just remember, they started on cigar and pipe smokers first. They targeted the niteklub set and their drinking promos before going on to all the other drinkers. Do you really think they’ll stop at the kebab eaters?
They said changes in society meant it was getting harder for people to live healthy lives.
You see, this is how they think we think. They honestly believe that we’re unable to pass a branch of McDonald’s without nipping in for a Big Mac, and fries, and a milkshake, and some chicken nuggets. And an apple pie.
And an ice-cream.
Really, because they are so intellectually superior to us, because they are incapable of making a mistake it obviously follows that as we are inferior, we are unable to make a good decision.
Who decides what is a good and a poor decision? Well, they do of course. You think we mere mortals have the ability to make a judgement like that?
I was watching Sky News this morning and had to rewind it and make a transcript of what the chilling authoritarian and utter (and I apologise, I’ve made a conscious effort to cut back on swearing in my posts, but sometimes there’s no alternative) waste of fucking skin, Klim McPherson had to say:
“People know that obesity is a real problem. People don’t know as individuals what to do about it. Governments do know, as governments, what do about it.”
No, prole. You don’t know how to stop getting fat. Only government and very clever people can tell you how to do it. Don’t believe for one moment that you belong to you. You are a chattel, a possession, a slave. It is your job to work and hand over the results of your toil without question. You MUST pay for your healthcare, but then when you need care, forget it, you’re costing money. The fact that you’ve paid for it is immaterial, that money doesn’t belong to you, you disgusting little peasant. How dare you not take care of yourself? If you’re ill, how are the clever people supposed to survive and pontificate? All the time you’re ill, you’re not producing the cash they need.
These fuckers will not rest until we are all eating and drinking in huge refectories, lining up with a plastic tray to collect the menu that has been approved for us all. Well, not for us all, some will be eating venison with potatoes roasted in goose fat, they’ll have a nice pot au chocolat for dessert and a selection of fine wines. But that’s fine, because they know what they’re doing. Who do you think ‘they’ will be?
First they came for the smokers, and I didn’t speak out for I didn’t smoke. Then they came for the drinkers, but I said nothing as I was teetotal. Then they came for the wobble bottoms. . .