It's no good you know. This tribute to the glory of sport and human excellence is of course nothing of the sort. Every day I'm reading stories in the press (the normal press I mean not those blasted pinkos) of the people in charge of things and their frantic attempts to arrest anyone they don't know. Some baker chap in Dorset put bread rings in his window and was told to take them out, presumably under threat of life imprisonment or something. A man in London whose business is making artwork for all sorts of companies' publicity using spray paint has been arrested BEFORE committing a crime and told he can't go anywhere near any events or even own a can of spray paint. He has never been arrested before. For anything. In fact he is against illegal street art and tells people so. I was going to include all sorts of links to these stories but there's too many of them and I'm too exasperated.
Then we have the special lanes that only special 'Olympic' people can use on London roads. I must admit, though, to snorting with derision at the fact that they've been named 'ZIL' lanes after the habits of officials in Stalinist Russia. Of course then hardly anybody else actually had cars so there weren't any traffic jams to sail past. Christ, talk about history repeating itself, first time as tragedy, second time as farce.
The whole G4S security business had me screaming in hysterical laughter at the sheer incompetent insanity of it all. These people were given Himalayas of money to organise the safety of the crowds attending the events and then apparently just said to the government: 'Thanks chaps, we're off now' and all this is perfectly normal according to somebody called Jeremy Hunt (no I'm not going to) who is the Minister for Giving Shitloads of Public Money to Gangs of Barrow Boys and Oiks Who Are SURELY Taking the Piss. Or something.
There is also the case of the Border Agency people who have been in dispute with the government for 18 months over job losses and other issues. 18 months. Finally having had enough they announced plans for a strike during the Olympics. People, you would have thought they had advocated public masturbation. They were accused of, amongst other things, being unpatriotic. They were arguing against cutting the numbers of staff responsible for the 'border security' of the UK yet the hyenas in power, who routinely whip up media panics on the subject of 'porous borders' and 'illegal immigrants', treat them as if they were the modern Bosch. Of course their predecessors tried the same thing during WW2 and it didn't work then. As I write the union leaders concerned are claiming movement on the part of the hyenas and have called off the action.
The thing is though I can't help thinking that there's more to all this than may be immediately obvious. As mentioned in a previous post there must be many of these sweating corporate cutpurses and their political running dogs who will increasingly be looking to a flexible yet brutal state machinery to protect them from the maddened crowd. They must dream of the 'mob' climbing through their windows with numbered lists of London lampposts, names allocated and hanging lanes marked on street maps to ensure a swift passage to their destinations. In their worst nightmares they imagine that by meting out arbitrary retribution, the armed wing of the Provisional Westminster Government can terrorise the population into submission, thereby guaranteeing them a few more years of blood soaked despotism. Till the next time. This then is their vision of the future. This is what they have to offer the overwhelming majority who actually produce their privilege. So 2012 is a year of dress rehearsal for some future clampdown but I'll tell you this; I'm not panicking just yet because they're so fucking crap at it.
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