Tuesday, 6 December 2016

They shoot horses, don’t they?


The following is the unedited version of an exposé currently featured in the 18th revised edition of The Moonshine Memorandum (see below): 



   Clearly, there’ll soon be nine billion of us on this blue and fragile planet, for the world’s population increases by well over 1 million net, every single week. The population of England and Wales has also undergone its biggest surge since records began, and is projected to rise again by 4.4 million in the next 10 years. For his part Dominic deftly
suggested we “Unbuckle the sacred green belt and the housing crisis is solved.”[1] Indeed, what was once impending has now arrived. Hundreds of England's ancient villages are vanishing - swept away by a surge of housing development that is seeing historic communities engulfed into larger towns and losing their identities forever. In total about 3,000 acres of greenbelt are being lost to development each year, and at least 50,000 homes a year need to be built to keep up with London’s projected population growth alone - one million per decade! But nothing in the semi-rural, gothic outlook of these ‘parched deserts of rock, stone and sand,’ is as grisly as the monochrome grimness of our forthcoming urban environment. For such is the proliferation that our inner cities, where pollution peaks are among the worst in Europe, will soon resemble a war-zone. Knife crimes rose by more than 20% last year, as gangs of weaponised teenagers with stunted lungs stepped over dying pensioners on the way to sunless, narrow caverns of tarmac and concrete, while gridlocked traffic  and vitamin B deficiency competes with every conceivable variation on the theme of human rage and iniquity.
Grenfell Tower, June 2017

            This is life-or-death row, designed for the soon-to-be-entombed. If you pause,you’re done. To say nothing of the grim tower blocks that ring most urban cities.  Every half-baked, ill-planned, systematic sociological idiocy, brimming with asthmatic kids who are made to breathe[2] only what they can find in the urine soaked stairwells of cockroach-infested sink-estates[3], has finally come home to roost. We are now way beyond satire. And  we must be absolutely clear about one other thing: the escalating cost of an ageing population! There are no probabilities here. What is going to happen between now and 2030, when “there will be a doubling in the number of Britons aged 85 and a 50% rise in those over 65,” is  a purely mathematical conclusion.
            After all, they shoot horses, don’t they?
            Presently, Minette Marrin came out and did a monologue on the escalating cost of an ageing
population.  Rational and self-possessed, the former Sunday Times columnist made her displeasure coldly clear: “There should be fewer old people.” Being a rationalist myself, I wondered whether she was one of those bright and farsighted figures in public life whose doctrines of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are borrowed from Mein Kampf rather than the Declaration of Independence? “The taboo against deliberately shuffling off this mortal coil, as people did in other cultures in the interests of younger people, is wrong,”[4] she declared, her cold white hand frantically stabbing the air. “Most people say they never want to be a burden to others in old age; it would be good if more of us felt able to prove we mean it, by taking a timely and pleasant walk up the snowy mountain.”
            The prose style may have been a little oblique, but the sentiment was crystal clear: when you  reach the right age and texture you’ll be left out in the cold to die. Not the flavour of heaven then, but winter in your heart and an ice-cold disposition to introduce the most convenient method of committing mass suicide. Which only goes to prove, that if there is a way of killing human beings, then someone, somewhere has cracked it. 
         But let’s be clear about this: Assisted suicide isn’t a philosophy or an ethical movement – it’s a definite neurosis, and a harbinger of fall and decline.  Once the arbiters of nations, the champions of the liberties of the world, now degenerated  into the dejected spirit of a race no longer imbued with ideas of  conquest and greatness,  what you are witnessing is the death of a  great civilization, the death of something which once sailed to the ends of the earth. The annihilation of a whole culture, a whole system of thought based on Hellenistic values and Judaeo-Christian ethics. Indeed, no one expressed the central issue more cogently than Habib Sudeki, an immigrant refugee from Kabul: “I carried my 95-year old grandmother across the mountains from Iran”, he said. “What, for this?” Or, to adapt the Gospel of Jeremy Clarkson, “How bad was your life in Afghanistan for this to be better?”[5]




[1] The Sunday Times 13.04.14
[2] Nearly one in four school children in London are being forced to breathe nitrogen dioxide levels way above the permitted level.
[3] Cameron: I will bulldoze sink estates. The Sunday Times, 10.01.16
[4] The Sunday Times 15.07.12 The maths is simple: It cost too much to grow old

[5] Jeremy Clarkson, Sorry to be a bore… The Sunday Times 25.10.15
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  Malleus Maleficus is an advocate of English liberal democracy, and the  anonymous author of an historical apology of the British Empire.

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