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Hoses of the Holy in the Parallel Universe

December 23, 2005

Something for the (xmas) weekend

I woke up at 4.30 this morning, and immediately my mind started ticking away, making it impossible to get back to sleep.

You'll know that on this blog, for several years now, we've been dropping thinkbombs (as Rashbre calls them) about all sorts of formerly unfashionable things, like climate change, evil supermarkets, imposing stricter speed limits, and many many other things.

But these sorts of matters form the majority of news stories today, don't they?

It's sometimes difficult to realise that only four generations ago most people in the UK would have been forced to work 52 weeks a year, 6 days a week, 12 hours a day in order to subsist in the most un-sleb like hovel imaginable. But that is the case. They were only conceded Sundays in order to fulfil their obligation to attend church, too.

Well, I started thinking about what it would take for us to return to that sort of situation.

Imagine if economic collapse, such as that which may happen when the carbon-economy goes haywire, happened. Imagine if under those circumstances the banks, money lenders, and mortgage providers were to forclose all debts you have with them.

Where would you stand? What if they took all of the stuff that you haven't actually paid for yet? What if they took goods to the value of your debts?

What if the bailiffs came along and took goods to the value of all your debts and repossessed your home: where would you be?

And lets say the only work you could find would be that which was within walking distance of the place where you sleep. What sort of income could you expect?

Think how easily we all came about the wealth and status that we all now have and take for granted, and how easily we could lose it all, overnight even, and have the sort of life that our great great grandparents had.

Because it could happen.


  • See, according to the Science Fiction Writers of America, by this time we should be mining in the asteroid belt, terraforming Mars, and making First Contact with the aliens who would "sell" us Warp technology and anti-gravity boots. And jetpacks.

    We're supposed to be spreading the risk of humanity's mass extinction by colonising other worlds, forgetting where Earth is, with knowledge passed from generation to generation by means of increasingly garbled legends.

    Instead we're using drinking straws to suck the last few drops of oil from the ground and making reality TV programmes in which morons are fooled into thinking they're going into orbit. Can you spell Last Days of the Roman Empire?

    By Blogger bot37363838, at 3:28 am  

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