Triumph of the will

Overheard and somewhat paraphrased on a recent Radio Four campaign promoting further moves towards legalising euthanasia:

“Do you know when the present law on suicide was written? 1961! It’s older than I am.”

Soon to be placed before Parliament by the MP from Roxburgh, Selkirk and Peebles as the Let’s mercy kill a sad case or two and treat the legislation as a triumph of decency forever after and as quickly as possible before the neighbourhood where Granny’s house is situated goes even further down-market Bill.

And that’s the ultimate triumph of cultural Marxism  - marketed as Political Correctness ™ in all places of shrivelled, residual freedom of expression everywhere. After all, if you can get a nation to fear and hate their own babies, you can likely make them do anything you want, right?

If it’s older than a human – and in some matters tragically brief and painful – life, then how can any law be right?

Scientific logic alone tells us that if we change our cars every few years and our choice of climatological disaster solvable only by massive government action every two or three decades then any law, regulation, European Directive or guideline must be changed at least as often as it becomes inconvenient to someone with the sympathetic ear of those in power.

Never mind who or what the law protects (such as feeble old Grandad who might just beat that tumour yet and move back into his valuable old house), at the cost of some hard cases; if it’s old it’s suspect and probably silly.

And unscientific.

Nearly there.

 

Just you wait till the fashion changes and our rational masters discover that the very notion of racial equality is merely a social construct.

Not sure if this was the sad case referred to, or this.