Sometimes, late at night when the cheese and port have hit the table and conversation has taken a lubricated turn toward the candid, the odd dinner guest at the Billabong is sometimes heard to remark that the Professor is a paranoid troglodyte who sees conspiracies where none exist. These remarks seldom surprise since, sadly, we live in a society that insists, and does so despite all evidence to the contrary, that intrusive government and its stickybeak agents are forces for the common good. Well, everyone is entitled to an opinion, so the Professor merely smiles, denies the charge, offers another glass of sauterne — and makes a mental note to write an anonymous letter to the Australian Taxation Office suggesting that his critical guest be ruthlessly investigated for dodging taxes. True, that prescription is a harsh antidote to innocence, but after the tax man has probed every nook and cranny of a blameless citizen’s financial affairs, the light bulb generally goes on. Government, they suddenly realise, ain’t their friend, not by any stretch of the imagination.
— mysterious but always enjoyable Australian blogger Professor Bunyip. He’s quite right, but if he writes an anonymous letter to the tax office suggesting I be investigated, he ain’t my friend by any stretch of the imagination either.
(Link via Scott Wickstein).
Replace ‘Tax Office’ with ‘police department’, and ‘dodging taxes’ with ‘being a pedophile’, tada..
Suddenly it all becomes clear.
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Not to me it doesn’t. What are you getting at?