Another year rolls round, another season comes... another letter from the bloody TV Licensing people.
Why is it so difficult for them to contemplate the fact that I don't have a TV?
Why do they continue to write vaguely threatening letters, promising to come round to my house and nose around?
Normally, writing in the fashion of the above suggests that the scribbler is asking rhetorical questions. But on this occasion, I think I know the answers:
1) They can't imagine life without the vapid contents of their collective goggleboxes being poured into their empty minds nightly and dissected during the course of their absurd, pointless "jobs" daily, so they refuse to believe that others somehow manage to struggle through this world without the aid of a gorming Graham Norton;
2) They've been empowered by the state to enter the homes of law-abiding citizens, to abuse them and to write bullying missives, in order to grub around for money to be shoved into pap programming that's produced in other countries without such a tax, based on the self-congratulatory and entirely false notion of "quality".
I hate the license fee. I refuse to subsidise my enemy. The BBC funnels out non-stop leftist garbage (Drama about terrorists - oh, they'll be English nationalists, then; News about the Middle East - Israel bad, Palestine good; British political coverage - everyone's too right wing; etcetera) and I refuse to have a TV until this revolting and absurd tax is abolished, as it must be.
Find my post a bit abrasive? Unpleasant, perhaps? Fine - don't read my columns any more. I won't demand £135.50 from you, I won't write you nasty letters and I won't send some greasy oik round your house.
