Clause 34

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I don't know how I missed this one: Clause 34 of the government's new data protection bill will essentially allow the State to snoop into [pretty much every normal person's, at some time in their lives] bank accounts. How is it that the liberalism and small state, pro-privacy thinking of the Tory Party always commutes to a boiled down Stalinist vision of complete control and coercion of everyone but themselves? Of course! It's merely an extension of the Toryism of old: conservatism only applies to the self-defined establishment, and not the hoi polloi, silly me.

We've already allowed ourselves to sleepwalk our way into being one of the most-surveilled societies on earth outside of North Korea, so why not allow these champions of 'free speech' to have unfettered access to our every private financial transaction? Except that normal, struggling people don't have access to extremely expensive means to actually stay financially private, unlike the wealthy, or to fight the injustice of excessive financial penalties on those who can least afford it, for actually doing bugger-all wrong in the first place. Meanwhile, the PPE fraud billionaires and the like swan around as if nothing has happened at all.

Data protection? Don't make me fucking laugh. This is data sequestration on a Biblical scale and is designed solely to keep the vast majority of our people under the cosh to the benefit of the wealthy, simple as. BTW - it includes all of us on State Pensions - paid for by us - so don't get too smug or complacent that this only applies to so-called 'scroungers': it applies to every one of us at some point in our lives. I wouldn't be surprised if there won't yet be a further nicety, deeply embedded in this legislation, that makes the whole deal a completely one-way street again. That this shithead administration ushered this into the house under cover of darkness and the invisibility cloak of bad news elsewhere speaks legions to their duplicity and their utter disdain for democracy, freedom and morality. Out, out, out!

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  1. Anonymous15 December 2023 at 08:17

    How is it anything like a two way street mate?

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