“Power without responsibility – the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages”

said Rudyard Kipling, speaking of the press. He might have added that power without accountability is tyranny.
And that’s exactly what the new ruling class–bureaucrats–are. Tyrants.

Unelected, largely faceless, unaccountable and self-replicating parasitic scumbags.
Complain or argue about an idiot regulation and you’ll be told “it’s policy”. Never mind that policy was dreamed up by these useless chair-polishers without input from you, the person paying their inflated salary. Once the policy is in place–the policy you never asked for, never wanted and could live much better without–once it’s in place it has the authority of holy writ, backed by the full force of State thuggery.
These bastards can make life hell, destroy liberties, impose costs, stifle production, ruin individuals and families, dictate what you eat, what you drive and what kind of heating you may install in what used to be regarded as your own property.
All without accountability. Without consequences when they stuff up. Almost no moronic decision will result in their removal or prosecution and what’s more, should it ever come to court they’ll use your money to defend themselves. They use it anyway to prosecute their employers, the taxpayer.
They’re a plague on the earth, gutless swine without the courage to start businesses of their own or even to actually work for a living in some productive enterprise.
They’ll risk your money and hours and years of your life though, and they’ll happily generate more and more paperwork for you to “comply” with in order to justify their rotten existence.
The meek shall not inherit the earth. Neither will the productive. The faceless grey leeches in suits will.

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One Response to “Power without responsibility – the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages”

  1. bill coop says:

    One of the reasons there is a housing shortage on the south coast is because freemasons control planning, and the best the council can ever manage is to build 250 undersized hovels in some nasty ill concieved development.