It's that bully again

So, I’ve been asked again what my deal is with all the pro-hunting sympathy. I guess the answer is shared experience. You see, I’ve been bullied by the same powerful people that are now bullying the hunters. Call this bully the Labour Party, the Conservative Party, the Government, Populist democracy, whatever, it matters not to me. What I want to see is for the bully to be thumped square between the eyes. Maybe even taken outside and given a good thrashing.

Yes, the later I think.

Metaphorically speaking of course.

I look at the country that I live in and I feel let down. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still great in spite of the loss of memory, but I do think there is something not quite right with the way we are governed and the way decisions are made. You see, I think a democracy needs to have built into it certain mechanisms that safeguard the interests of minority groups and I’m not just talking about ethnic minorities here, you know, perhaps like the ones that only eat animal flesh if the animal was bled to death in a particular way. No, I’m talking about all kinds of minorities whose activities don’t generally cause any kind of problem for their fellow men and women.

So I look at our democracy and I search for these safeguards and what do I see? Well, not very much really except perhaps the House of Lords. The second chamber. Our democratic safety valve. And then I see what this government is doing to that safeguard and how it intends to jam it open using the parliament act and I see that bully again. But this time I see it in even starker relief. Caught with its trousers around its ankles, fully intent on rogering another helpless bunch of people at the supposed behest of the popular masses.

I see that and I hate it.