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Finger Wagging Bossy Boots?
How the heck did Britain come to be ruled by such finger-wagging Bossy Boots? QUENTIN LETTS dares to say in a new book what we've all been secretly thinking
QUENTIN LETTS: The supernatural may nowadays be little considered by officialdom, but it has been replaced by the deity of bossy correctitude, whose activists impose their views with moral terrorism. What the **** is happening to our country? We have been infantilised. Wash your hands, don't eat sweets, no outdoor games. Wear your masks, bend that knee. Comply. Conform. It has been a bossy year. Ministers, officials and scientists, such as Chris Whitty (centre,) ceased caring about popular will and started imposing their own. We were no longer ruled by the elected legislature. We had government by bossocracy: a caste of pooh-bahs who thought they knew best. Carveries, TV's Little Britain (top and bottom left), foie gras, junk food ads, energy drinks, ivory, The Life Of Brian, Lady Chatterley's Lover, hunting, the Robertson's golliwog, drinks parties in Bolton, dirty weekends in Barcelona, outdoor heaters, indoor theatres, Diwali, drinking straws: all have been subject to bans. The other evening we watched an episode of Ronnie Barker's Porridge (bottom right). Pure, innocent comedy. Yet the programme website page carried a warning that Porridge was a product of its era. And Prince Harry (top right), freest of spirits, a rip-snorting, hog-whimpering, pheasant-bagger, has been pasteurised.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9384915/QUENTIN-LETTS-heck-did-Britain-come-ruled-finger-wagging-Bossy-Boots.html
QUENTIN LETTS: The supernatural may nowadays be little considered by officialdom, but it has been replaced by the deity of bossy correctitude, whose activists impose their views with moral terrorism. What the **** is happening to our country? We have been infantilised. Wash your hands, don't eat sweets, no outdoor games. Wear your masks, bend that knee. Comply. Conform. It has been a bossy year. Ministers, officials and scientists, such as Chris Whitty (centre,) ceased caring about popular will and started imposing their own. We were no longer ruled by the elected legislature. We had government by bossocracy: a caste of pooh-bahs who thought they knew best. Carveries, TV's Little Britain (top and bottom left), foie gras, junk food ads, energy drinks, ivory, The Life Of Brian, Lady Chatterley's Lover, hunting, the Robertson's golliwog, drinks parties in Bolton, dirty weekends in Barcelona, outdoor heaters, indoor theatres, Diwali, drinking straws: all have been subject to bans. The other evening we watched an episode of Ronnie Barker's Porridge (bottom right). Pure, innocent comedy. Yet the programme website page carried a warning that Porridge was a product of its era. And Prince Harry (top right), freest of spirits, a rip-snorting, hog-whimpering, pheasant-bagger, has been pasteurised.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9384915/QUENTIN-LETTS-heck-did-Britain-come-ruled-finger-wagging-Bossy-Boots.html
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