There’s a good reason ancient Egytpians worshipped the cat but since none of them are around to tell us exactly why, a minimal amount of amateur guesswork can bring us close to the root of their admiration. Anyone who isn’t a cat-lover or absolutely had to cat-sit for friends will verify that they are the most independent creatures on earth.
People like to think themselves independent too, till they sit down to go through the bills. Innate behavioural comparison isn’t too far off the mark though, whenever the weight of authority is levelled at any one of us, the claws come out first and then we decide whether to scratch or submit. Compromise or civilised behaviour, the need to conform to ideas and norms sets us apart from the animal kingdom but not by a lot.
To illustrate the point, let’s pick on the Irish a little, everybody else does. Their government isn’t any less corrupt than those on the continent but their culture has been nearly wiped out in front of their eyes and it’s only now they’re getting their claws out. Worse still, their complaints don’t nearly touch the heart of the matter because they willingly submitted to a bombardment of propaganda to which they nodded without asking the terms of agreement.
The delightful Celts had become so accustomed to having to emigrate if they wanted any chance of a decent life, they couldn’t believe their luck when money flowed in to their island. That it was a nefarious bribe and nothing less was overlooked because every independent Seamus thought a few crumbs of the proceeds of the crime would one day come his way as long as the common market promoted the cash cows. The Celtic Tiger instilled false confidence in everyone but now they’ve got to hand over their first-born.
That’s why they call them confidence tricks. The Greek euphoria after a successful Olympic Games without terrorism accomplished the same goal of making people happy, even though they didn’t quite know why. So what if their government was taking radical steps with the economy, some people made out well and it would trickle down to them one day. Anxious anticipation in all quarters of the EU led to the present anti-climax for all. It’s a Fancy where the claws are out and scratching is in!
If it feels as though some psychologist from hell designed a program to disarm people from defending their ‘true’ human rights, that’s because it’s exactly what happened in Europe. The Brussells regime’s incremental infringement on everything people hold dear was a bold move that up to now went almost un-noticed. A policeman from the old school would call this an M.O. but the mainstream media presents the Eurocrats as loveable rogues in love with legislation.
“In Vino Veritas” the Romans used to say, there is truth in wine, beer and alcopops to us moderns. A man might never speak his mind when he’s been kettled in with a crowd of protestors but if he went to his local pub and got juiced, any bloody thing could happen. Others might hear him and on the weight of his reputation, friendly connections and pure rage, that’s a guy who could foment a riot quicker than any revolutionary might imagine.
The only way to prevent this from occuring would be to make the price of alcoholic drinks so prohibitive, each man would buy bottles in a shop and have them at home, alone. Even if he did venture out on a Friday night when he may be flush, the nearly empty pubs would look so unattractive and devoid of the usual company they’d avoid them in disgust. So much for sharing one’s pain with their own, entering a comfortable place for respite and company.
The nanny state, which reared it’s ugly head right around the same time everywhere gave us so many new rules to live by that people stopped paying attention. By fixing all the things deemed wrong with society, they fenced us in away from human contact. And by taxing Value Added goods to the benefit of the Central Authority, they ensured a catastrophic change to what makes each of us tick as rational human beings.
There are plenty of things people shouldn’t do and until recently, we had laws to punish those transgressions. Now we have human rights and it’s all about pre-crime, anticipating that we’re criminals until proven otherwise. The New World Order wants the public isolated, wallowing in their own slosh, too ashamed to venture out on the town because they no longer have a job that pays all the bills in full, self-flagellating beforehand for some unknown wrong we might do one day. Feel like a drink yet?
Bars and restaurants have always been a great place to start off or finish up a business relationship. Confident men know that if someone refuses liquor they don’t trust themselves so why should anyone else bother. And political correctness is for cowards. If one can’t speak his mind and defend what he has to say, then he has no right to pretend he lives in a free country. When people behave atrociously, who cares what their ethnic group may be?
Caring and sharing is for collectivists, socialist pickpockets with nothing better to do than serve their masters higher up in the central authority. The folks who’ve made their fortunes and connected themselves firmly with the bureaucratic kingpins are immune to fallout and lack of opportunity. What they’d like best is for all of us to stay at home and cry in our can of beer. The change they’ve effected in our cultures is no less than a fraudulent crime driving the final nails in the convivial bar room’s coffin.
In Britain, where the housing bubble is yet to pop, a brand a new scam is brewing with the bailed out banks, the public seems oblivious to the effect over-legislation has had there and on the local pub. Boy will they ever need a drink when these chickens come home to cluck. Television reports on lad and ladette culture means anyone happily overindulging is marked out for a negative label so they tend to stay out of where trouble resides. In reality, that’s all the powers-that-be have, indignities for normals.
The recent troubles of Hollywood bad-boy Charlie Sheen are indicative of what can befall even the best connected when they deviate from script. That he’s now being defended by his close friend Alex Jones would seem a handicap to many. Take AJ’s appearance on The View, a show where the ugliest, overpaid busybody American women lecture the general public on acceptable behaviour, it’s the last refuge of the scoundrels who would tell us how to live and then dictate our shelf-life.
Whoever it was that decided people are like herd animals and could be manipulated ad nauseum failed to calculate the heartless predator inside each man. Perhaps they didn’t believe people could snap out of their illusion and would be locked against nature’s will into a pen where self-expression ist verboten. Should science prove us wrong in the long run and people can be herded where independent cats would never comply, perhaps we are no more than submissive pussies.
ABC’s The View