Someone asked me recently: if I could wave a magic wand and have anything I wanted, what would it be?
I tell you what I want. I want a world in which my loved ones and I can live in quiet obscurity, secure in the knowledge that there will be food on the table and a roof over our heads, and a few little luxuries as and when, and that most of all, we will be left alone to enjoy these things in peace.
No one nagging us about how many calories or how much salt or too much sugar, or ‘don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t drive faster than a snail’s pace at 3am when no-one else is around.’
No officious apparatchiks telling us that our extension has the wrong windows or doesn’t blend in with their plans, or that the historic village down the road must be bulldozed and everyone evicted because ‘progress.’
No propagandists disguised as teachers telling our children that they might be another gender or none at all, or how to masturbate before they’re old enough to swing themselves on the swings in the playground, or giving them nightmares by telling them that the world is dying and it’s all our fault.
I want to go to church or synagogue or mosque and not worry about some radicalised nutjob trying to blow it up, or the government trying to shut it down, or the clergy preaching the same liberal drivel that oozes from our televisions all day.
I want our televisions to broadcast interesting documentaries and fine arts, to elevate and educate. I want the most interesting item on the news to be about a local philanthropist funding a new hospital, or a royal getting married, or having a baby.
In short, I want FREEDOM for all. And I can’t really see that it’s so much to ask.