Sean Feeling Dirty and Disreputable

Sean Gabb

I have just caved into a computer-generated threat letter, and renewed the television licence. That’s £145 handed over to the the main organ of the ideological state apparatus. My money will be used for, among much else, the following:

Salaries for people who would be more honestly employed carrying bags of cement;
Celebrating every attack on our liberty and heritage, and calling out for more of the same;
Systematically corrupting every reasonable standard of taste and decency.

I suspect the Nazi and Soviet propagandists would have been impressed by the scale and sophistication of the BBC lie machine. At the same time, they would have found most of its output artistically repulsive, and would have prevented their own children from being exposed to it.

And I am now a more or less willing accomplice to the crime. My only mitigation is that I waited until the Beeb had been forced to lose some of the money in generating and posting four threats. Oh, and I opted to receive a paper licence, which the website helpfully told me would reduce the amount of money available for making television programmes.

You may heap such abuse on me as you feel justified.