Someone elses's problem

I'd really, really like to write one of those spanking posts you read from time to time that have clearly been put together by very clever and literary people who probably compose thoughtful, incisive pieces as part of their day job and so have lots of practice unlike someone such as me.

I'd write that piece on the chain of cause and effect that has led us to the sorry sitution where UK schools are to have (if some minister has his way) airport-style detectors installed at entrances to reduce the amount of student-on-student and student-on-teacher violence that is currently at worrying levels.

I'd point out that tax-payer provided funds will finance this initiative.

I'd point out that those same tax-payers until they reach a certain income threshold are already clawing back some of their tax in credits calculated and organised by civil servants whose salaries are paid by ... civil servants.

I'd point out that these tax payers are buying their four-year old children their own personal television set which will be installed in the child's bedroom in the tax-payer subsidised council house the family occupies.

I'd point out that these same tax payers, having eaten crap all their lives now require the tax-payer to pick up the dental bill for major rotten-tooth extraction work.

I'd point out that these same tax payers, having eaten crap all their lives (and usually while seated in front of a television filling their brains with crap) are never actually healthy and so are chronically dependant on the National Health Service which is funded by ... the tax payer.

I'd point out that the children of these tax payers, when not actually watching television are being touted about the supermarket with snot running from their noses, leaving streak marks across their filthy chins and necks and clotting on their filthy cheap clothes. And I'd point out that these children, when kicking-off in the supermarket can always be pacified with cheap, E-Number filled crap available at each checkout and at strategically placed impulse points throughout the store.

There's a thread here, but every time I think I've got hold of it, the damn thing slides out of my grasp. I think I'm headed towards a load of tax abolishing that could be funded by abolishing a shed load of civil servants who exist only to administer the redistribution of those taxes leaving everyone having to actually make sensible decisions about their income.

I've long been of the view that Gordon Brown is just about the most cunning bastard that ever walked the planet; a bastard so cunning he'd give Little Johnnie Howard a run for his money at least over a short distance.

Basically Gordon Brown's tinkering with the tax and welfare system have resulted in it being more comfortable than ever for more people than ever as a proportion of the British population to rely on someone else to get them through the shit (but not necessarily out of it - because shit's so warm and provides such a cushioned landing) .

What does this have to do with Knife Detectors? Well these knife-toting thugs in short trousers are getting their ideas about carrying knives from somewhere - and I suspect it just might be from something they've been exposed to like perhaps the television they've got in their room and have had there since they were four years old.

The kids from that age are someone else's problem - TV will take care of them. Then kids grow up and someone else will take care of them. At first that's school, then that's those people who are net contributors to the nation's fiscal balance.