From DCB editorialPresent June 9, 2025
With citizens of this former motor nation, which I plead, I ask you! Defend my sacred, godly right to freely relieve the Queen’s highways without mixing the tyranny of taxation or the unchanging, Orwell’s view of speed cameras. How can one of you really be free until my personal freedoms are restored at the wheel?
Yes, my freedoms –My The inalienable rights to 90 in a 30 are caused by a suffocating tangle of bureaucrats from bureaucracy and the clamping board complaint, which believe that an pothole for an acceptable replacement for a street is. The Ministry of Transport? Rather like the Ministry of Tyranny.
Potholes on the left of me, speed cameras dead and speed limits to the right – here I am in the middle with bureaucracy. I say to you, noble British: stand up and be counted! The streets are not occupied by foreign armies, but by regulation and common sense.
Speed cameras, these cold, ubiquitous robots, claim us to protect us – but? NO! They lurk like sensitive toasters, ready to flash in the slightest pedal twitch and their hard-earned money for the crime to get somewhere.
This is not about security. This is not about order. This is about control – and on the one hand, I will not be ruled by an aluminum pole with a lens.
Whenever I drive through Great Britain, I feel miserable. Indeed, Great Britain Look Misery – a reflection of a fading empire: broken streets, a broken society and the unbearable machinations of feudal control, which is now manifested as a feared criminal complaint.
The United Kingdom, once a moving nation, now only a queue of speed cameras. Get up, my citizens in Great Britain! Do well again! Request the authoritarians who ruin my driving experience. Rise – and make life easier for life Meso that I am free … too Free yourself.
