Tuesday, 30 August 2005

We are stopping you doing it for our own good.

Once again it is censorship time.

In a typical massive over reaction to a single violent crime the British government has announced a new range of laws. To quote the BBC, "Possessing and accessing extreme internet pornography could become illegal under government proposals."

Some upper class, public school, inbred, catholic, social working tosser has now decided that freedom of thinking is a bad idea. Paul Goggins, the aforementioned tosser and government minister, appeared on the BBC Radio 4's Today programme and said "The aim is for a new offence of possessing violent and abusive pornography, which could be punishable by up to three years in prison." He also went on to say "such images were extremely offensive to the vast majority and had no place in society."

Well, shit for brains, you clearly have not noticed, they are not in society they are on the internet. On the internet is not the same thing as being in society. Items for sale in a registered sex shop are not said to be littering the high street or even on public display. To get them you first have to enter the sex shop. The conscious and deliberate decision to enter the foul smelling and unpleasant premises first has to made, then the action of walking in taken. Entrance to these places is protected by "adults only" signs and parents. Particularly fathers, who can often be seen outside such establishments, punching their offspring whilst shouting "Follow me in there again you little shit and you will be for it."

I have never accessed the type of material that is worrying St Goggins of Wythenshawe, but I do have extremely questionable taste when it comes to the matter of sexual gratification. What those tastes are, are my own business, not for display or discussion with the general public. They do not involve animals, unwilling participants, children or St Goggins. So fuck off and mind your own business, what I get up to is absolutely no concern of yours. My tastes are like my opinions, mine. I do not need the likes of that bucktoothed old bitch who is always banging on about children's rights or St. Goggins to tell me what my opinions ought to be. I do not need having my shit ruined by the likes of St Goggins controlling my access to the internet because he can not stop his own, inbred, children using a computer. If parents do not know how to control their child's activities, make it illegal for them to own one (child that is, not a computer).

Since access is to be controlled, how is it to be decided what is unfit for the great unwashed to view without breaking the law by having somebody look at it? And how are they going to look at it without themselves becoming mass murderers? Which is what it all comes down to. St Goggins and that bucktoothed old bitch refer to the general populace as 'ordinary' people, the implication being that they are somehow extraordinary and not subject to the passions and impulses that plague and control 'ordinary' people. What political lackeys forget is that my taxes pay their wages and they only have a job because I choose to vote. They are servants of society, a society of which I am an active member.

Whilst I am obviously open to the corrupting influence of any sort of media, our political lackeys, who consider themselves our betters, also consider themselves above such vulgarism. Such attitudes can be summed up by the prosecuting barrister at the obscenity trial of Lady Chatterley's Lover, who famously said "Is this really the sort of book you would want your wife or even your servants to read?" To which somebody replied "I do not care if my wife or my servants read it, just so long as it is not my bloody game keeper!"