This morning I saw a hearse making its sombre way along to the local church. The sun is shining today and I felt so grateful that my time wasn’t up yet. Although after today’s post, it might not be long!
I was thinking, they have all these checks to make sure people don’t take 100ml of fluid or a pair of nail clippers onto an aircraft, with perhaps good reason. At least, since Larry and George took down the World Trade Centre to launch invasions and tighten the grip on Middle Eastern oilfields – and collect $6bn in hastily arranged insurance money – all of which I can understand and appreciate. But how is it that people are allowed to walk into the highest positions of government without a single check being done on their brains?
Here they are, voted in on a tide of equal parts hysteria and cash, to make decisions about prisons, nuclear weapons, medical research, healthcare, drug addiction, euthanasia, abortions, mental illness, overseas slaughters and a hundred other things which affect possibly millions of people, not just the hundred or so flying to the Isle of Wight, but there is never any kind of checkup by qualified people to give an indication whether they have any mirror neuron activity, oxytocin production, capacity for empathy, or liability to childish tantrums. Links to weapons companies? Shush now, child – we’re busy chanting slogans!
They could have a scanner on the way into the White House like the ones in airports, to quickly check the MRI activity.. run a few checks on empathic reactions, look for sociopathic tendencies and so on. It wouldn’t take long – and think of the lives it would save.
“I’m so sorry sir, scanners show zero empathy. Would you come with me for a moment..? I’m afraid you’ll have to give me those nuclear codes – yes, just for now if you wouldn’t mind. Of course, you’re quite right, it’s probably all a mistake – these machines, eh? They can send a man to the moon, but – well, never mind, we’ll do our best to clear it up in a jiffy. There might be a teensy delay – I’ve just seen Mr Mugabe and Mr Blair go through. May I get you a coffee?”
The most that actually happens is the New York Post finds they lit up a spliff in college, but even this is soon turned into a public relations success as they come clean. And who really cares? The real problem is once they walk into that office, they can do years of damage, bring the world to its knees, incarcerate all their enemies, tear up the constitution, build black hole prisons, kidnap innocents, launch wars, allow Glaxo to experiment on orphans, torch World Trade Centres, decimate the rainforest – the planet’s lungs – wreck the ozone layer and steal money from hundreds of millions of taxpayers, funnelling it to their weapons-happy friends.
“Ah, hold on – 100ml of Evian? I’m ever so sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to leave it here with us. We can’t take any chances you know!”
Understandably, everyone wants to stop the criminal mind from entering their shops or living in their neighborhoods, or getting on one of our airplanes. But running an entire country and changing the destiny of a planet? “Oh, right this way, sir – we’ve got you a seat at the UN and your limosine is being cleaned now. And may I say, oh, what a splendid suit you’re wearing!”