We will get no help from Government, so we must help each other

I’m writing this piece before having seen any of today’s news. So although it’s called At the End of the Day, it’s actually half past eight in the morning. Remember: nothing is real in the media, and this piece is the living truth of that maxim.

News has reached both a long and short-term status whereby very little of it goes beyond more of the same. When something genuinely different does happen, you only have to run a website to know that the 50+ per cent of people who normally mooch about half-deaf and visually challenged suddenly pile in to watch. But even the ‘different’ stuff remains somehow connected to the Big Picture: Bin Laden was shot when he was shot because Obama needed a lift in the polls; and Strauss-Kahn…well, let’s not go to Luxembourg, it’ll take all night.

There are three things wrong with contemporary news: there’s too much of it, it’s rarely analysed with any insight or wit, and most of it is agendad or censored or both. The reasons for these three are, respectively, 24/7 news stations selling ads, not enough time, money or talent invested by the owners, and powerful ownership connections. Even more succinctly, these could be summarised as greed, greed, and greed.

Greed and fear are the two ways human beings get conned. When the greedy folks own the media capable of scaring the bejesus out of us, then we have a real problem. Because those media will, relentlessly, tell us that we deserve more of everything, but the world is full of horrid people and ideas who would take it all away from us if we only let them.

To stand up to this potential torrent of terrifying propaganda, we are supposed to have organs of State to protect us from them. Chiefly, these are the legislature, the Rule of Law, the police, and (if absolutely necessary) the armed and/or security forces. In the UK currently, the legislature is corrupt, equality before the Law is a joke, the police are in bed with the legislature (and suffering low morale), and the armed forces have no money left. If you doubt any of these conclusions, see MPs’ expenses scandal, the Army, and Hackgate. These links will also support a far more specific accusation: that the legislative Executive is in bed with one of the biggest greedy folks, whose clan has in turn bribed the police, threatened members of the legislature with exposure, used money to scare litigants or bribe them, and even cooperated with the security forces in order to obtain Top Secret phone numbers.

Theoretically, there is a level above this which is there to help – a large and human-rights facing organisation called the European Union. Like most institutions with words like ‘People’s’, ‘Democratic’, ‘Human’, ‘Rights’ and ‘Union’ in their branding, the EU exists for an unelected elite with no democratic instincts: they are functionaries working behind a window-dressing of corrupt ‘representatives’, and most of the things they recommend are inhuman, wrong, and likely to maximise disunity.

Unfortunately, our legislative Executive is also in bed with this truly Orwellian autocracy. When I say ‘in bed with’ in this instance, I mean as in those relationships where a great deal of pillow-biting is necessary to endure the pain of being rogered stupid day in, day out up the passage where little light is meant to penetrate, let alone a yardbrush. The mincing Camerlot keep saying that one day, just you wait and see, we’ll get out if this bed, and then, phooaw – you just watch out. But they never do.

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All this explains why the average British citizen with awareness, and/or 0ver 45, and/or an ability to look even a few yards down the road feels totally deserted at the moment.

I thought of writing ‘lonely’ there, or perhaps ‘alone’, or even ‘orphaned’; but deserted is the word that nails it. We are, each one of us in our own humble way, people with a vague – possibly fantasist – desire to identify with Gary Cooper’s town Sheriff in High Noon: the evil Rupert Miller is about to ride into town and kill us, aided and abetted by his gun-for-hire accomplices Herman Rumpy, Legs Diamond, Badmood Imadinnerjacket, and Babyface Boris. New bride Davina Camerlot wants us to run away, but we know we can’t….and as High Noon approaches, Deputy Ed Millipede suddenly has an urgent appointment in the next County.

The only alternative left is to kill the bastards on our own. We are, all of us, in the process of being deserted by those paid to help protect us.

Desertion is a terrible experience. For many of us, it never quite heals: there is always that little pool of tears in the soul which can’t dry up entirely – not even in the baking heat of everyday life. So when all this nonsense is over, whatever shape the New World takes, the vast and deserted majority will never quite forgive the socio-political classes.

However, whatever nightmares we are about to endure over the next few years, the net result will be that we need such people far less. All of us will be making a lot more of our own arrangements. Just as Gary Cooper tosses his badge into the sand at the end of High Noon, we too shall leave the current style of politician behind for a much better place.

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The ramifications for The Slog in this context are considerable. It is hard to describe the adrenalin rush of getting a lead, knowing something most others don’t, or being proved right. As my network has built over time, sources come back again and again, and more readers send me private emails giving guidance that enables a breakthrough. I don’t want that to stop entirely, but the balance needs to be changed.

The last thing people need now is more of the news commodity that already bamboozles them as it is. If something drops into my lap and is significant, then you’ll still hear about it here. But more of the content now needs to be about analysis based on what we know – rather than just lots of ‘we just found out’. And as much again needs to suggest ways that we, the deserted citizens, can cope with developments, slow them down, speed them up, or stop them happening in the future.

Desertion by parents is the biggest cancer in our society today. It causes gang crime, amorality, personality disorders, the splintering of communities, and above all, enormous sums of tax money. We need to forget about our ‘leaders’ as being in any sense of the word our parents. But we do need to remember what they’ve done – and why we will never be able to trust them again. They have left us alone to face these dangers unprotected; but as long as we are brought together by shared ideals, then we need never feel deserted again.