Entertainment.Popular, harmless, amusing entertainment.
The diversion of the masses?
Nothing so innocent.
Today, more than ever, it is the tool of the committees; those collections of beerless, smokeless, man-less men, who have survived like a dormant desert flower the ages of change since they forged their opinionation in the torture-chambers of seventies and sixties universities.
These closeted Marxists have hung on for bitter death, throughout life, until they have shed all labels and all identity, save the urge to do harm, to continue doing harm, to gain the destruction of simple joy for all time, leaving the 'masses' blinded and confused and pliable, ready and willing to accept the dictat of the entertainers' friends in the shades of non-debate that sink politics in similar fashion.
And so the dirge echoes across the airwaves, the dirge of nobility in public duty; endless soaps about earnest constables, ambulancemen, firemen, doctors, doctors and more doctors.
We are supposed to be grateful as a result of this soft-sell communism that owes more to the ideals of Marx and Bismarck than any notion of good and evil.
Whenever the dirty flame of British drama flickers toward extinction, they allow somebody to do something real; Doctor Who is thus resuscitated and becomes the 'saviour of BBC drama', and will soon be subverted to adopt the company message and re-induct the newly returned viewers.
The Bill was an honest police drama for years, but the commercial channels have started to fight fear with fear and so it has been subverted and now preaches soapy 'right-on' sentiment till it creaks at the tearing seams.
And this particular clique of 'powers that be' cruises through society like a tug towing a supertanker to oblivion.
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