"Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.It is worth noting that the high chancellor in "V for Vengeance" has mutated from Major, through Blair and Brown, to Cameron. As is now acknowledged, we live in a 'one-party' state in that there is no difference between the Lib/Lab/Con as to how we should live our lives - they may all use a different form of words but the end result is exactly the same.
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame?
Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be?
War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor … He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten.
More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives.
So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."
Since approximately 1990 we, the people, have been lied to; we have been 'conditioned' to changes in our country and society by political gerrymandering; we have been led to accept intrusion into our private lives, all in the name of terrorism; we have had our sovereignty and the right to self-government handed to unelected individuals based in another 'country'; we have been taken to war in conflicts in which we had no place to be; all this in the name of 'democracy' and with the full connivance of the media. In a nutshell, we have been well and truly fucked.
With apologies for the use of basic 'Ango-Saxon', I can but refer to words addressed to me by my former wives at the time of each divorce: "The fucking has to stop - I no longer love you". As a people, we must turn those remarks to the vast majority of our politicians and say to them: "The fucking has to stop, we no longer love you and we want a divorce"!