Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Can you say "Big Brother"

This is the way the government is going to increase employment without increasing any kind of productive activity (to satisfy the greenies). More government employees to do ever more intrusive work.

The same thing will happen here under President Obama. The stimulus bill has $4.1 billion for community stabilization and when these agitators have convinced everyone to vote Democrat, the organizers will either become a political army in the mode of Hugo Chavez or busybodies like the those in the article below. In either way you lose. As I have said before a society dies in direct proportion to the growth of regulators as a percentage of the producers.

Open up, madam. We've a warrant to search your fridge

Recession, what recession? The economy may be going to hell in a handcart, but the Government still has money to burn.

On the day it was announced that what used to be called British Steel was shedding 2,500 jobs, as unemployment rockets towards three million, another raft of exciting job opportunities opened up in the public sector.

As if we’re not already overrun with thousands of five-a-day co-ordinators, nagging us to eat our greens, and legions of recycling enforcers, sifting through our dustbins for evidence of carelessly discarded potato peelings, plans were unveiled for a new standing army of food police, charged with cutting down waste.

Six councils will be taking part in a pilot scheme which will see inspectors paid £8.50 an hour, with double time on Saturdays, to visit our homes and offer ‘advice’ on what we eat and what we throw away.

If the trial is ‘successful’, it will be introduced across the country. Which means it will be introduced across the country. When did you ever hear of any council running a pilot scheme and declaring it to be a complete waste of time and money?

Precisely.

By the end of this year, there will be 8,000 of these food fascists hammering on every one of Britain’s 25million front doors and demanding to inspect the contents of our fridges and pedal bins, at a cost of tens of millions of pounds the country simply can’t afford.

This crazy scheme has been dreamed up by the same quango which wants to force each and every household to install a slop bucket under the sink. The justification is to bring about a reduction in the amount of food we waste.

After just one day’s training, this new breed of busybody will be given the power to turn up on our doorsteps unannounced and demand answers to an intrusive series of questions about our food consumption.

They'll also be handing out guidance on optimum portion sizes and what to do with leftovers, as well as explaining the difference between ‘best before’, ‘use by’ and ‘sell by’ dates.

The impertinence is breathtaking. Who is to say what constitutes an acceptable portion? It’s a matter of individual choice, one of the hallmarks of a so-called ‘free’ society. Frankly, it’s none of the Government’s damn business what we eat. Or what we do with our leftovers.

In World War II, there was an official recipe for something called Woolton Pie, made out of scraps and named after the then food minister. What’s the modern austerity equivalent — Gordon Brown Windsor Soup?

How stupid do they think we are? We can read. Just a guess, but I would imagine that ‘best before’ means best eaten before the date specified. Similarly, ‘use by’ is the date said item is likely to go off and start to whiff a bit. If something in a supermarket has passed its ‘sell by’ date, don’t buy it.

This is all part of the infantilisation of Britain, the belief that we are incapable of running our own lives without government guidance, interference and regulation.

A spokesman for the health department said: ‘By hitting people at home, rather than in supermarkets, we can get inside their lives. It’s only by knocking on doors you can find out what they are having for their tea and offer some healthy suggestions.’

Listen, chum, we don’t want you getting inside our lives. Where do you get the idea that it is the job of government to ‘get inside’ our lives? What most people want is to get on with their lives, without constant official hectoring, nannying and bullying.

If I want to eat four rashers of bacon and three eggs for breakfast, that’s my heart attack. And I can assure you that if any of these inspectors comes knocking on the door of Littlejohn Towers at teatime, he’ll be sent away with his head in a slop bucket.


People want to eat bacon and eggs without nannying advice from the government
You can bet your life that this scheme won’t stop at just offering handy hints on how to make an appetising supper out of last night’s leftovers. Soon it will be backed up with fines and punishments. Under this government, ‘voluntary’ schemes have an inevitable habit of becoming compulsory.
How long before the polite knock on the door becomes a battering ram and the leaflet offering ‘advice’ turns into a warrant?

Think I’m exaggerating? Look at how ‘encouragement’ to recycle led to a vast enforcement industry, with householders being punished for leaving their dustbin lids ajar — with inspectors climbing over garden walls and using anti-terror laws to spy on those suspected of slipping plastic containers into the box marked ‘glass only’ or inadvertently dropping a used envelope into their garden waste.

As I keep telling you: once you give anyone in authority any kind of power, they will always, always, always abuse it.

‘Open the door, madam. Armed food police. We have a warrant to search your refrigerator. Anything you don’t eat may be taken away and used against you in court.’
Ministers claim that we throw away £8billion of food every year, which is one of those ludicrous round figures plucked from thin air.

In the scheme of things, with Gordon Brown blowing £100 billion and more bailing out the banks to no effect, that’s still just a drop in the ocean.

The food we put in our dustbins isn’t the problem. That’s all biodegradable and can be fed to farm animals or safely left to decompose in a landfill site. One man’s ‘waste’ is another man’s pig swill.

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