All Now More Equal Than All The Others

Over the weekend the implications of Mad Hatters Harman’s ‘Equality’ legislation, the policy aimed at making the British people too stupid to even wipe up their own drool as they sit gawping at the latest Celebrity Reality Overly-Besequined Extravaganza On Ice, were set out in a code of practice, drawn up by the Equality and Human Rights Commission.

Apparently, the Mad Hatters wants her legislation to prevent ‘discrimination’ against anybody’s beliefs, no matter how absurd, in the totally misguided and hopelessly naïve belief that this will somehow – perhaps by magic – make everything all better. The code of practice implies that this means that no matter how utterly deranged the beliefs of anyone are, as long as they are held sincerely, those beliefs will be protected by the equality legislation to prevent those who hold them from being ‘discriminated’ against.

Just how they are going to prosecute reality when it comes into someone’s sincerely-held belief that, say, the English Test Cricket team is under the mind-control of shape-shifting aliens from a small planet just outside the Horsehead nebula is glossed over somewhat.

As one sceptic, once he no longer had the strength left to slap his own face with his palm any longer, said:

The idea of protecting people’s beliefs in law also comes a cropper when it is realised that more than 97% of what people believe - and have ever believed throughout history - is complete, utter and total bollocks. What is more, unless people are challenged on what they believe and shown how incompatible it is to the reality that surrounds them they will go on believing it and – in far too many cases – keep popping around to your house with flaming torches and pitchforks until you start believing it too.

There is – seemingly – no end to number of people who say ’there must be something in it’ because their Uncle Osbert lived to the age of 210 without ever having a day’s illness in his life, all because he used to wedge a blackcurrant fruit pastille up his left nostril every morning before work, and walked backwards to Droitwich every third Tuesday of the month.

The trouble is that reality doesn’t work the way people want it to, and people must be made aware of it, because if you believe that witch-doctor’s magic can cure your sick child, or that aeroplanes do not need engineering checks because the sky gods cradle each one in their hands and carry them to their destination – unless there are evil sinners aboard who eat the wrong kind of shellfish, obviously - then you have to – if only for the sake of everyone else - be told that what you believe is complete and utter bullshit.

That is, unless this government deliberately wants to keep everybody completely stupi….

Ah….