And I feel like I’m being eaten. By a thousand million shivering furry holes.

Goodbye cruel world.

The constant mischief of the progressive left is hurting the nation’s morale.

Guess who. Go on, do your worst.

There are few areas of national life left in which they are not busy, and few in which they’re not making it worse. There are always more regulations, fees and fiats, always more cultural pressure and insistence.

How I tire of the jitters of Peggy, sad-eyed lady of the highrises. The crimes of popular socialism are just too much for any woman so civilized. It’s all just slipping away, isn’t it? Fuck no but then nobody’s ever managed to use ‘meh’ as an excuse to open the next bottle of gin.

Nowadays whenever I have to plod my way through another of m’lady’s squint at the sinking horizon, I do a thing. It’s obviously a coping mechanism. In my mind, I picture her as a teenage Goth. With stringy dyed hair, and black lipstick, wearing a Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt too big by half. Sitting on a curb outside the Department of Fish and Wildlife, smoking Gitanes and cursing the bug chuckers sheeple as they walk by.

Rules, regulations, many of them stupid, from all the agencies—local, state, federal—on the building of a house, or the starting of a business. You can only employ so many before the new insurance rules kick in so don’t employ too many, don’t take a chance! Which means: Don’t grow.

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand

It takes the utmost commitment to start a school or improve an existing one because you’ll come up against the unions, which own the politicians.

Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

On Twitter Thursday the freedom-fighter who tweets as @FriedrichHayek asked: “Can the government compel a Jewish baker to deliver a wedding cake on a Saturday? If not why not.” Why not indeed.

Ohh your city lies in dust my friend
Ohh your city lies in dust my friend