Parliament, realising there is nothing they can actually do
about anything as we are hit with successive crashing waves of EU legislation,
uncontrollable immigration, debt, more debt and despair, have been discussing
drugs. Does the punishment fit the crime and all that sort of thing. And as
always when it comes to judicial efficacy they forget the one thing that
everybody affected by drug-related crime knows: Higher penalties may not deter criminal
activity, but locking them up and losing the keys at least keeps them off the
street. When will those Class A cockwombles wise up?
Anyway, it all reminded me of how easy it is to be led
rather than to take the lead, as illustrated by the story of the happy, hoppy rabbit…
A hoppy little rabbit is happily hopping through the
forest one day when, coming to a clearing of thorn scrub he stumbles upon Gerry
the giraffe rolling a big, fat joint. The happy, hoppy rabbit looks at him and
says, “Giraffe, dude, think about what you're doing to yourself! Come with me,
running through the forest and you'll feel so much better!' The giraffe looks at the rabbit, looks at the joint, thinks a moment, shrugs, then throws his
joint away and goes off to run through the forest with his cheery, furry friend.
Eventually they come across Eric the elephant doing a big
line of coke. “Eric!” says the rabbit, “Come on, dude, why do you do this?
Think about the damage you’re doing to your brain, man. Come running with us
through the beautiful forest and you'll see; you'll feel so good!' The elephant
looks at them, looks at his razor, the mirror and the line of coke and thinks ‘what
the hell!’, tips the powder onto the ground and breaks into a trot with a grin
on his face.
They giggle like cubs as they gambol and hop and skip and
jog through field and forest, hill and dale and they all feel so much better
for the freedom and the feel of the wind in their hair. Soon, they discover
Lenny the lion, cooking up and about to shoot some smack. Lenny, Lenny, Lenny…”
says the happy hoppy rabbit, “Why do you do this to yourself? Come running through
the forest with us and…”
The rabbit's spiel is cut short as the lion bounds over
and lays him out, flat with a single, devastating blow from his powerful paw.
The other two stop still, staring aghast at the sheer suddenness of it. “What?”
demands the lion.
“But, but, but…” says the giraffe, “he was only trying to
help cheer us all up!” The lion looks at the barely breathing rabbit on the
forest floor, then in a low growl says, “Bollocks, he was. That little fucker
has had me running around the forest like an idiot for hours every time he's on
ecstasy!”
It’s Friday; take a chill pill, mon!
