In days of old when men were bold, a little commonsense went a long way. But not in today's universal enlightenment. Now one must be politically correct and agree that sense is no longer common and therefore irrelevant in society. Every worker from top to bottom must believe that the employer is right about everything and the consumer exists to be exploited. Otherwise, he has no prospect of gainful employment. To be employed today one must show a high degree of idiocy and be able to wave a piece of paper indicating achievement in non commonsense and mindless obedience. Having a mind of your own is potentially fatal, even if what you say has been proven right for thousands of years. I had an interesting job and made the mistake of telling the truth. Out the door I went, never to be employed in the industry again. Within weeks what I predicted had come true and much disillusionment was shown by those who should have known better. Naturally I took great delight in rubbing salt into the self-inflicted wound. Several people admitted that I had been right all along but insisted I keep quiet because it wasn't practical to state that the boss was an ignoramus and only interested in protecting his patch. I had been politically incorrect and had to be sacrificed for the greater good. Didn't I realise employees had families and mortgages? So do I, but agreed to keep quiet to protect the unthinking from themselves. But then again, writing international articles is different from vocalising from the roof tops. My non vocal articles get more readers than there are rooftops in Godzone. Along the same lines, a recent Yellow Times article of mine suggested that the proposed Fart tax in Godzone was ludicrous. An American reader suggested that taxing farm animals for farting and belching was the equivalent to taxation without representation and was the major cause of the American Revolution. One can't argue with that statement. So why don't Godzone politicians do the politically correct and appoint several sheep and a cow as Members of Parliament. They could have their own seats representing the rural Fartland and would no doubt increase the standard of debate beyond the current level of hypocrisy. It would be honourable to have loud baaas and moos and interesting blobs on the Floor of the House. After all, there's nothing new about in-house blobs. My house is owned by a conceited mongrel who specialises in dropping bombs. It would prove interesting to see whether the four-legged MP's would be prepared to vote for the Fart tax and just what the tax man would accept as payment. I wonder if biped politicians realise that political correctness is a sign of dementia and causes howling at the moon? But with commonsense no longer fashionable, I doubt they would comprehend the validity of howling. |