Tomorrow is one of those touchy-touchy feely-feely days.
It’s fucking ‘Earth Hour’ time again.
Once again, the bandwaggon rolls and everyone will feel they have done their bit for ‘Earth Hour’. Everyone will feel they have achieved something but in fact they will have achieved sweet fuck all. So what if the Custom House or The Eiffel Tower or Sydney Opera House aren’t floodlit for one hour? The only achievement is that maybe the municipal authorities have made an insignificant saving on their electricity bills.
We are in an age of ever increasing Nanny State interference. Social Engineering is rife throughout the world. People’s rights are being eroded by the day as ever more crazy laws come into effect. People are no longer their own masters,. They have to live by the rule book and behave themselves as it’s ‘all for their own good’.
Then along comes Earth Hour. The
flock of sheep people are allowed do something where they are given the illusion of having some kind of control. Hah! Bollox! The lights will go off, and an hour later they will go on again. That’s all.
I shall not be partaking, and the lights in Head Rambles Manor shall burn as brightly or as dimly as before. Nor shall I switch on extra lights in defiance. I shall totally ignore the event.
I refuse to join the herd.