Hang It All, Sorehead....

...we only want to do what's best for everybody!

You can't make an omellette without breaking eggs, and we can do without your constant sniping from the sidelines.
We're only trying to save our business.

What business?Well....


So they, more or less, go on trying to justify their position of priviledge(rule) by saying:
1)It is for the good of 'the people';
2)It is for 'our good';
3)They had no choice;
4)They want what's best for all.

Priviledge.
Not good.
Not that they'd give it up.Used to be part of 'noblesse oblige', the old feudal system dressed up as a dynamic social system, the description applied to 'old' Tories(who mostly had no tie at all for it, a bit like your neighbour calling you 'grandpa'),the priviledge tag implying temporary and interchangeable advantage, the rest being quietly and actively forgotten so as to leave a static, stagnant cess-pool of a society where the ruled get weaker and the rulers get stronger.

Heck, it's a natural order;and then look what happens. It's in the photo.

War.
Boom!
Then ever so quietly, we need power, we need to rule(so that this never happens again, because we love you).
As the years pass, louder and louder.

But war has changed things.History has taught them a lesson.

Now it's a game!
And they only get violent in extremis.
And only against individuals, not races!
That would be racist, and Big Brother says thats evil!

They'll tolerate almost anything. As long as they may rule.Ever so gently. But rule.
Because, as we all heard, 'power is an aphrodysiac', and they must get their jollies, get their leg-over every now and again, when they meet the deadness in the eye of some coiffured bitch that they just have to stain.

Because she's playing the game too.(Not on the game, that's too straight).

It's like a children's party where they all share the cake when they've been invited, and every other adult gets zip-actually has his cake taken off him by these ageing tots, who run around out of sight of the press and the truth, getting older, bolder and dirtier.

But their cunning is the cunning of the ages.

Still, their viciousness is youthful, eh?