Many modern politicians and the fanatically, obsessed health lobbies are a complete anathema to the natural forces and passions in this world. They are unfortunately leading us all into ‘police state’ territory. With an onslaught of misinformation, and an astonishing eagerness to impose a particular philosophy of life, by force, they are breeding an intolerance in society, which is both outrageous and dangerous.

Clamping down more and more on peoples’ freedoms, and attempting to iron out our differences, which make living interesting, takes the spark out of all our lives, and that is criminal and unforgivable. It seems they have no idea what damage they’re doing, what damage they’re capable of doing to the human spirit. This goes far beyond the smoking issue.

With freedom comes responsibility and compromise. Compromise not heavy-handed authoritarianism. Freedom will always be abused, but that is the price that must be paid for ‘such a beautiful state’. The alternative is a dark chasm devoid of creativity and free expression, overrun by divisive, dictatorial thinking, hell bent on control, regardless of the misery it induces.

The ‘joke science’ behind the ‘passive smoking’ claims is so laughable, the perpetrators should be doing ‘stand-up’, but it’s not funny anymore, it’s serious. The hysterical anti-smoking charlatans, and their ’drug company’ masters, consist of a very small minority, who have gained increasing power, of frightening proportions, in the political arena, and who have turned barefaced lying into an art form. They will say “it’s for your own good“, well, who knows, we may live a little longer in shackles, although doubtful, but to live and die a free man, is a gift most precious, which should never be forgotten.

A cultural change by force of law, is an ugly slur on the principles of democracy. It is certainly a fascist ideal that should never be allowed to flourish in Britain. It will be a very sad day if it does.

Lyrics The Jackboot I hear the jackboot is coming down that road again, I hear the jackboot is coming down that road again, To take away my liberty, ‘cause they know what’s good for me, And tread on the names of those that fought the jackboot. I hear the jackboot coming down that road again, Smooth talking, suited , with lots of friends, On a mission to homogenize and sterilise all dissent, And spit on the names of those that fought the jackboot. Well, there’s a plan to make us all the same, Same food , same size, I just feel distain, Have a drink, but have a smoke out in the rain, out in the cold, Where are the bold, that fought the jackboot. The little dull, grey, dreary men have seen, They can make it real their obsessive dream, Control your every move until you scream, And spit on the names of those that fought the jackboot. ……if there’s any justice in this land, do you understand, We won’t see no more of this jackboot. The very souls that gave all they had to win, Are being treated like the enemy within, strip them of their dignity, To raise their voice you make it a sin, And these are the ones that fought the jackboot. I wanna be there on the day you fall, I wanna see your face when you lose the ball, A law-abiding man will find it hard just doing what he can, Without breaking the law, against this jackboot, I don’t want to see no more of your jackboot. Music and lyrics by Eamonn Mallon