My problem is this. I have recently been joined on the blog by two co-contributors. Sadly, they have turned out badly because they insist on thinking for themselves and in some cases, even arguing with me. I am actually in a minority in my own little world and I risk a coup d'état from within.
Take a look at our side bar. You will see a list of "popular posts". I have no control over these because they are generated by some nasty little algorithm that prefers Royal Wedding stories and costume dramas over the proper stuff we do. And of course it is self fulfilling; the longer these posts stay in the charts, the more people will read them. Now I know why Right Said Fred felt so upset about Brian Adams.
When you give freedom to people, they go to the sweet shop and demand all the Fruit Salads and Candy Prawns in the store. When you give freedom to people they get punch drunk and start ordering pizzas with weird toppings. I never gave my kids any choice when they were little, of food or what they could wear or where they could go. And now they hate me. Actually I didn't and they don't. What I did not have was that thing where you go to someone's house and they say "would young Weasel like a sandwich", and I say "Young Weasel only has brown bread and it must be buttered on one side and by the way is that lettuce cruelty free?" That way lies entourages and a special assistant who blows coke up your ass.
The difficulty with sudden, catastrophic democracy and freedom in general is that it can be ugly and sometimes does not serve the best interests of those who seek it. I am not entirely convinced they even know what they truly want and when they get it if they will be happy. Revolutions can be ugly and may just replace one despotic regime with another.
Ah well, it is time for another generation to fight for causes. As Wordsworth said, The Child is the Father of the Man...France (at the beginning of the Revolution) lured me forth. Wordsworth wanted to be where the action was because he did not trust the media:
Like others, I had skimmed, and sometimes read
With care, the master pamphlets of the day;
Nor wanted such half-insight as grew wild
Upon that meagre soil
And so the spirit of revolution rolls on in the hearts and minds of all who hold truth and justice above some flawed invention of humankind. I am glad I have lost control.