It has been a funny old ride these last 35 years. In the late 1970s and 1980s, I listened as the likes of Scargill, McGahey and Hatton emitted endless drivel about the British fascist police State, while Peace Camp Wimmin (and Michael Foot) insisted we had nothing to fear from the Soviet Union – which merely felt threatened and encircled, the way you do when 40% of your coastline is frozen for much of the year, and you are the second mightiest nuclear power in the world.

In the Nineties and Naughties, I saw a ‘New’ Labour that felt intensely relaxed about people getting filthy rich, and read with amazement that, by 2020, 100% of all schoolchildren would go to University. I listened in amazement as Tony Blair said that things were exactly the same as they’d always been – except that they were getting better all the time. I laughed out loud as Philip Gould told me this was going to be The Socialist Century…while City types kept explaining patronisingly that this was also a new caitalist growth paradigm. I gasped in 2004 as a reputable local estate agent told me my house was worth £620,000…a house I’d paid £235,000 for just three years earlier.

After the 2008 bust, I watched endless bankers and their political bumboys explaining that we must stop knocking the fact that they’d doubled the National Debt and were starving business of loans while paying themselves enormous bonuses despite having been rescued by 63 million citizens who weren’t earning anything remotely resembling even their basic take-home pay.

Since then, I’ve observed Ben Bernanke and Mervyn King pretending to spend fortunes stimulating economies, while quite obviously giving subsidies to banks and obscene profits to stock directionalisers. Heard George Osborne pretending that creditors are different to taxpayers. Read tweet after tweet of bent nonsense about Britain’s growth when it has nothing to sell and nobody to sell to. Felt my chin hit the floor as Obama called people who’d run out of their welfare allowance “back in employment”. And shaken my head in disbelief as European bean-counters insisted that removing spending power with austerity was the only way to revive economies built entirely on consumption.

Today I have – in between labouring  and skip-filling – been reading a quite astonishingly ex cathedra, evidence-free series of tweets by the former British Diplomat Charles Crawford. Mr Crawford tells us that all market fixing and manipulation has been done by the State (he obviously doesn’t realise that the QEing US Federal Reserve is not a Government agency) and – this one’s an absolute corker – “Very idea of ‘social responsibility’ is all about creating extra-legal obligations imposed by elite Leftists”. Thus, the idea of doing the best thing for for the greatest number is a wicked Socialist job-creating invention, and Jeremy Bentham had nothing to do with it.

Crawford is rabidly anti-Russian, but like most FCO Herberts, he has been wrong about pretty much everything over the years. But he is carrying on a by now solidly established tradition in Western life: that of the loudly asserted bollocks for which there is not one tiny iota of evidence…..but which suits a tediously obvious agenda.

The State is evil. (It paid his salary for 30 years and gave him an index-linked pension). There is no alternative to 3% getting disgustingly rich while the bottom 20% have slightly more nothing than they had before. (Never mind all those mutual building societies that didn’t go bust, or the JLP Group that pays its staff far higher bonuses than any other retail group). And now: there is no point to being socially responsible. (Dorian Grays may apply).

What next? That’s anyone’s guess: there’s no limit to where it will end unless lots of people start to shout “Bollocks!” when this sort of risible fantasy is trotted out.

Jacob Rothschild was really a penguin. If every penguin in South Africa shat at the same time, the arctic would explode. There is no alternative to penguin shit as a means of safely fertilising the Redbush Tea crop. The deadly allergy to Redbush Tea can only be treated by African medicine, and washing your privates three times a day. PMT is a myth invented by African medicine, and only a course of 30 homoaeopathic cups of Redbush Tea can help men multitask and stop being crap in supermarkets.

I’m fed up of the Wishful Unthinking Tendency. I don’t want any more pretence about what is, I want some honest empiricism and some really thoughtful analysis of what it’s telling us. I’m tired of half-baked, ignorantly arrogant politicians and self-serving multi-national greedy buggers. I want some folks with professional skills allied to commonsense insight to light the way….and to Hell with the Party’s bloody daft, outdated belief systems.