The united states of total paranoia

Jeremy Clarkson

I know Britain is full of incompetent water board officials and stabbed Glaswegians but even so I fell on my knees this morning and kissed the ground, because I’ve just spent three weeks trying to work in America.

It’s known as the land of the free and I’m sure it is if you get up in the morning, go to work in a petrol station, eat nothing but double-egg burgers — with cheese — and take your children to little league. But if you step outside the loop, if you try to do something a bit zany, you will find that you’re in a police state.

We begin at Los Angeles airport in front of an immigration official who, like all his colleagues, was selected for having no grace, no manners, no humour, no humanity and the sort of IQ normally found in farmyard animals. He scanned my form and noted there was no street number for the hotel at which I was staying.

“I’m going to need a number,” he said. “Ooh, I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m afraid I don’t have one.”

This didn’t seem to have any effect. “I’m going to need a number,” he said again, and then again, and then again. Each time I shrugged and stammered, terrified that I might be sent to the back of the queue or worse, into the little room with the men in Marigolds. But I simply didn’t have an answer.

“I’m going to need a number,” he said again, giving the distinct impression that he was an autobank, and that this was a conversation he was prepared to endure until one of us died. So with a great deal of bravery I decided to give him one. And the number I chose was 2,649,347.

This, it turned out, was fine. He’d been told by his superiors to get a number. I’d given him a number. His job was done and so, just an hour or so later, I was on the streets of Los Angeles doing a piece to camera.

Except, of course, I wasn’t. Technically you need a permit to film on every street in pretty well every corner of the world. But the only countries where this rule is enforced are Vietnam, Cuba, North Korea and the United States of America.

So, seconds after breaking out the tripod, a policeman pulled up and demanded that we show him our permit. We had one that covered the city of Los Angeles . . . except the bit where we were. So we were moved on.

The next day I was moved on in Las Vegas too because the permit I had didn’t cover the part of the pavement I was standing on. Eight inches away was fine.

You need a permit to do everything in America. You even need a passport to buy a drink. But interestingly you don’t need one if you wish to rent some guns and some bullets. I needed a 50 cal (very big) machinegun. “No problem,” said the man at the shop. “But could you just sign this assuring us that the movie you’re making is not anti-Bush or anti-war.”

Also, you do not need a permit if you want — as I did — to transport a dead cow on the roof of your car through the Florida panhandle. That’s because this is banned by a state law.

Think about that. Someone has gone to all the bother and expense of drawing up a law that means that at some point lots of people were moving dead cows about on their cars. It must have been popular. Fashionable even.

Anyway, back to the guns. I needed them because I wished to shoot a car in the Mojave desert. But you can’t do that without the say-so of the local fire chief who turned up, with his haircut, to say that for reasons he couldn’t explain, he had a red flag in his head.

You find this a lot in America. People way down the food chain are given the power to say yes or no to elaborately prepared plans, just so their bosses can’t be sued. One expression that simply doesn’t translate from English in these days of power without responsibility is “Ooh, I’m sure it’ll be fine”.

And, unfortunately, these people at the bottom of the food chain have no intellect at all. Reasoning with them is like reasoning with a tree. I think this is because people in the sticks have stopped marrying their cousins and are now mating with vegetables.

They certainly aren’t eating them. You see them growing in fields, but all you ever find on a menu is cheese, cheese, cheese, or cheese with cheese. Except for a steak and cheese sandwich I bought in Mississippi. This was made, according to the label, from “imitation cheese”.

Nope, I don’t know what that is either but I do know that out of the main population centres, the potato people are getting fatter and dimmer by the minute.

Today the average petrol pump attendant is capable, just, of turning on a pump when you prepay. But if you pay for two pumps to be turned on to fill two cars, you can, if you stare carefully, see wisps of smoke coming from her fat, useless, war losing, acne-scarred, gormless turnip face.

And the awful thing is that you don’t want the petrol anyway, because it’ll simply get you to somewhere else, which will be worse. A point I shall prove next week when we have a look at what happened in Alabama. And why the poor of New Orleans will sue if the donation you make isn’t as big as they’d hoped for.

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http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,24389-2252271.html

Jeremy Clarkson, that agromeglyous nincompoop, complains about his treatment in the USA, when EVERYONE knows this systematic abuse has been going on for ages, and then he makes himself part of the problem by making a programme in that beleagured country that everyone in the UK will watch, giving the utterly false impression that the USA is a normal country and that its perfectly normal and OK to go there for work and play.

I don’t have a single bit of sympathy for him.

On a similar subject, journalist Lou Dobbs gets exasperated at the blantant (yes, ‘blantant’) takeover of the USA in this clip:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueAdeZuns3A

For years this man has lied to the American public, and only now does he realise his monumental error. Of course, he would claim that he has been a good journalist, has never lied and did his job properly. If that is the case, if we looked back over his reports in the run up to the illegal war(s) would we find him screaming that it was all wrong? Do we see him now explaining to the american public that the mythical ‘9/11’ is the greatest fraud ever perpetrated on the american public? All that aside, where are his calls to impeach Bu$h over this, his attempt to sell the soverign control of the usa wholesale?

It has to be said that Europe is partly to blame for this North American Union roll out. When the elite of the usa saw how, for example, the British and French populations gave up their independence without even a shout, they must have licked their lips and said, “well, these people are far more educated than our own populations, we can impliement this with total ease!”.

It is too late to cry over the destruction of your beloved country now Dobbs. Your opposition to the Neocon agenda should have come much earlier, and it should have been ferocious, loud and unequivocal. It should have been in the form of ‘a Howard Beale’…hmmm….it’s not too late Dobbs…”Im mad as hell, and I’m not goig to take it anymore!” is how it goes.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 at 8:30 pm and is filed under Armageddon, Astonishing, Insanity.