Leg-iron’s writing a book – Panoptica – about a future dystopia in which everyone has chip implants which also act as purses, much like credit cards today. He’s having a bit of a job to keep one step ahead of reality.
Because the real world is almost there. And once we have a cashless society, it will be possible to look at everybody’s transactions, and see what they’re buying and where. There’ll be no hiding place. If you want to buy drugs or pornography or guns, you’ll have to do it with the chip embedded in your neck.
In principle, knowing what everybody buys could be very useful in finding out how an economy functions. You’d have a huge amount of data to look at.
But in practice, it would be used to control people. It would be possible for whoever makes the chips to intervene in what people buy, and block them from buying drugs or porn or guns. And, of course, that’s exactly what it will be used to do.
Because we live in a world full of control freaks.
Tobacco Control is all about trying to control people, make them quit smoking. Its name advertises the fact quite openly and unashamedly.
The climate change agenda is also all about trying to control people, and force them to shift to a “carbon free” economy in which there’s only any electricity when the wind blows (not too hard) and the sun shines (not too brightly, probably). I don’t know why they don’t call it Climate Control, because that’s what it is.
And the zero-democracy EU, with its mountains of rules and regulations, is all about control too.
It always puzzles me that there are so many people who want to control what everybody else does, right down to the way they tie their shoelaces. What makes them think that they know better than anyone else what’s good for them? I’ve never felt able to tell anyone else what’s right and what’s wrong. The most I’ve ever managed to do is to offer a few tentative suggestions.
But these people seem to think that, somehow or other, they have been blessed with uncanny insights into everything that nobody else is capable of. And there they all are, with their smoking bans and their windmills and their European superstate (and soon their cashless money).
I think they’re all fools. I think they’re all complete idiots. And nothing that they do will ever work.
Their smoking bans don’t work. Their windmills don’t work. And their European Union doesn’t work either. And when they bring in their implanted chip money, that won’t work either.
And none of it works, because they don’t know what they’re doing. They have no real understand of society (smoking bans) or energy (windmills) or politics (EU) or economics (money in chips). And, in fact, it’s really only because they don’t understand anything that they’re so desperate to take complete and total control of it all. Their desire to control grows directly in proportion to their monstrous ignorance.
My father used to sail small yachts. He knew how to do it. He knew how to trim the sails, and hold the rudder, and lean out over the side to keep the boat from blowing over. I didn’t have a clue how to do it, but I trusted my father. My mother didn’t have a clue either, but she didn’t trust him. So when, one afternoon, we were all out sailing in the Saco de Sao Francisco in Guanabara Bay off Niteroi in Brazil, the wind came up suddenly and the waves mounted rapidly, my father just trimmed the sails and ran before the wind, and laughed at my mother lying wailing on the floor of the boat, as I sat with my feet dangling over the bow, clinging on to the forestay, and enjoying the sheer thrill of it all as we bounded over the waves.
If it had been left to me to take over, I wouldn’t have known what to do. I would probably have taken down the sail, and dropped the anchor. And that might have been the wrong thing to do. Because with the anchor dropped, the waves might well have started breaking over the boat, and flooded it and capsized it. Or, once anchored, night might have fallen. Most likely, in my ignorant attempts to take control, I’d have done the wrong thing. And maybe paid for it with my life.
As it was, my father just ran before the wind until the boat ran up onto a beach, where we sat out the storm until we could sail back. He knew what he was doing. He’d been in the situation several times before, and knew what to do. He let things happen, and he laughed while they happened. He didn’t shout orders to everyone. He didn’t declare a State of Emergency. He just sat in the back of the boat, with one hand on the tiller, and the other hand on the ropes, and ran before the wind.
And my mother panicked.
And what we’re seeing with all these smoking bans and windmills and Eurostates are a whole bunch of stupid, ignorant people panicking and doing the stupid, ignorant sorts of things that people do when they’re desperately trying to gain control of something that they don’t understand. If they really understood it, they wouldn’t panic – they’d just sit in the back of the boat laughing as they ran before the wind.
There’ll be no end to all this control freakery until us humans actually understand the world we’re living in, and what we can do in it, and what we can’t do. And since, in my opinion, we know next to nothing about almost everything, we’re going to be seeing a lot of these panicky controllers for a long, long time to come, unfortunately.
I’ve been reading about Hitler’s war on Russia for the past few days (Kursk, by Lloyd Clark). He was another control freak. And he was probably a control freak because he was actually a rather ignorant man who’d only ever risen to the rank of Corporal. And there he was, in command of a huge army fighting its way into Russia. And his response, as the situation worsened, was to take ever tighter control of everything, right down to the movements of small units all along the front.
He never went on holiday during the war. He never said, “Right! I’m off to South Tyrol to walk the dog for a couple of weeks. Do your best to keep the Russians at bay. Byeeee!” No wonder he couldn’t sleep. No wonder he became an old man inside a couple of years. And no wonder he ended up losing his war.
It’s probably the same with every dictator. They’re probably all profoundly ignorant little men whose response to everything is to seize control, clamp down, and commit appalling atrocities in the process, and leave a trail of devastation in their wake as they lead everyone to inevitable disaster, because they really haven’t got the first clue what they’re doing.