Equality is probably the biggest sham because it is the biggest lie. We are not equal. The capitalist system does not house such a concept. One of the final decisions of the last Labour government was to impose an Equality Act (2010) on us. This law can be summed up thus: politically correct diarrhoea brought on by a bout of namby-pamby drivel.
The law states that you cannot be discriminated against by: age, disability, sex, race, religion or gender reassignment. These are ‘protected characteristics’. Everyone is covered; no-one can be discriminated against. Everyone is equal in the eyes of the law. Why is such a law necessary? Is it an attempt at social engineering on a mass scale?
The law dictates our use of language, how we interact with others, if we behave appropriately towards others and critically what to think. Better get reading folks; you don’t want your words misconstrued, your actions subject to misinterpretation or your thoughts clashing with the new reality. The courts will ultimately decide who and what are equal and how and why. The when comes when the judge brings down the gavel. Perhaps then we do not need democracy or politicians in the new controlled beautiful world.
Oh, it’s such a perfect……
- For Catholics it will replace the catechism
- For Protestants the King James bible
- For Muslims, forget the Koran the E.A. is here. Etc, etc.
But, but but..
- Can we be equal in income? No!
- Equal in opportunity? No!
- In education? No!
- In environment? No!
- Are you equal?
- Am I equal? No!
George Orwell, Animal Farm.
Me? I think the government should print 70 million copies and distribute them to every household in the country. They could commission T.V. programmes:
Equality & You: Get the Facts. Need to Learn More?
Is that a job for the BBC (Hmm? No!)
We could have a compulsory census bi-annually, to answer a host of questions on the subject. Those who fail must attend reconditioning classes or do menial tasks until they learn the meaning of humility. As for me I might have a go at Das Kapital or the Little Red Book, at least I could laugh and criticize to my hearts content. Or, toss them into the dustbin of history.
Equality has too many differentials: upbringing, family, education, environment and friends, etc. Even if these were all perfect the majority could still not succeed in a capitalist society. It is not naive to suggest we can all be equal, not even disingenuous; it’s a sick joke. It’s toxic!
The Equality Act is a catch all do little piece of legislation. That’s why it is a sham.
What’s it all about……..
Under the heading, Disability:-A reference to a person who has a particular protected characteristic is a reference to a person who has a particular disability
Wow! I’ll have two sugars with that.
Religion & belief:-(2) Belief means any religious or philosophical belief and a reference to belief includes a reference to a lack of belief.
What is a philosophical belief? Nazism, Fascism, Me-ism; can all ‘isms’ be beliefs?
“I don’t believe”.
“Yes, you do, that’s a belief my son”.
I’m scratching my backside! (You can choose another word.)
A reference to a person who has a particular protected characteristic is a reference to a man or to a woman.
Not a lot of people know that.
(1) A person (A) discriminates against another (B) if, because of a protected characteristic A treats B less favourably than A treats or would treat others.
So I’ve got to hug a Chelsea fan? F.O. as sayings go.
(2)If the protected characteristic is age, A does not discriminate against B, if A can show A’s treatment of B to be a proportionate means of achieving a legitimate aim.
Should I get pissed or join a monastery? Both bad habits.- (Couldn’t resist.)
Discrimination by perception:-
let me tell you mate, I’m discriminated against by those politically correct geezers. They won’t let me use my own words, speak my mind or tell a joke. ‘Ere, now I think about it, it’s persecution. When can the court hear my case? Where’s me, no win-no fee lawyer? My ‘protected characteristic’ is being violated, ‘no what i mean?
Don’t worry about a ……..
You’ll be safe as long as you don’t speak, look or touch anyone. They might ‘perceive’ a discriminatory intention on your part, especially if there’s money in it. No win – No fee. I want to be a lawyer.
Bunch of guys go for the same job. Is it not inevitable that some will be treated less favourably than the one who gets the job? So, if the heterosexual white guy gets the job; the others can sue? Better not give the job to the heterosexual white guy then; save the hassle.
Ok, I’ll get pissed and try the monastery after.
Scenario :- (2)
The Equality & Human Rights Commission is thought to be about to cut it’s workforce by half. Naturally, the guys at the bottom get the boot first. So 150 people might be sacked, of these some 90 are made up of: black, ethnic and disabled workers. These workers claim that their sacking would be in breach of the Equality Act. So can be sacked?
I feel intimidated by women in short skirts and wide open tops. I feel obliged to stare. I don’t mean to, but they’re hanging out and I think, you’ll get a lot of milk in there. I mean how many litres per boob? I should weigh them. After all a scientific study is a scientific study. Is that not right mate? Can I be sued for sexual harassment when all I had in mind was science?
Nonetheless, we are all perfectly equal except:
Along come a band of gypsies, rip out a hedge, enter a field illegally, bring in the bulldozers and by morning have concrete slabs on which to place their static homes. Within days a new wall appears and an entrance too. Trenches have been dug to facilitate water and electricity supply. Job done! Then they go to the local Council and demand retrospective planning permission and lay down the law as to their human rights.
If any other person(s) had done that:
- They would be forced to make good the land at their own expense.
- Face prison or at least a very hefty fine.
The Equality Act, the dream:
Pretty young girls,
Wearing polka dot dresses.
Smiles painted on faces.
Pushing of prams;
And making of tea,
One cup for you,
And two cups for me.
Blowing of dandelions,
Of seeds made for wishes.
Giggling and prancing
As each grasp misses.
Clapping of hands,
Bouts of real laughter,
Spinning and spinning,
Into the happy ever after.