Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Now let me make it perfectly clear… I’m not a smoker and I detest cigarette smoke. However, as long as people don’t blow their smoke over me I’m quite happy for them to smoke as many cigarettes as they like. Obviously, if they're stupid enough to asphyxiate their own kids then they probably shouldn't have any children. What’s wrong with educating people and getting kids to ask their parents not to smoke in front of them? Why compel lone drivers to fall in line with everyone else? Is there no personal liberty any more?
As a libertarian, this alarming and increasing propensity to ban anything that the doom-mongers don’t like really scares the bejesus out of me. I’m certain that the bansturbators of this world won’t stop once they get a taste for banning things. It’s like a wild animal that’s tasted blood for the first time.
Next the good doctors will call on a smoking ban in people’s homes. After that they’ll turn their swivel eyes towards alcohol, sugar, fat, meat and anything else the pious gits consider to be bad for us. These people are not protecting the public; they’re merely exercising their taste for bossiness and fascism.
In a similar vein, I noticed in yesterday’s papers that the taste for banning things has now reached the masses with a call yesterday for the looped cords used on window blinds to be banned. A small child managed to hang himself while his mother was out of the room. The family claim the blind manufacturer didn’t warn them that such a thing could be dangerous. It was, of course, a tragic accident but hardly the basis for a total ban on blind cords. The family is now calling for the introduction of ‘Harrison’s Law’ (their child was called Harrison) and they are selling yellow wristbands for people to show their support for this proposed law. Apparently, Harrison’s favourite colour was yellow.
As I said, it's a sad tale but evidence, if evidence were needed, that the country is absolutely barking and that the grief industry has gone into overdrive along with the bansturbators.
I’m off for a lie down.