nobody ever listens to me

a guest post by Peter Hitchens

I have been writing this column for nearly two decades and, as is now painfully clear to anyone with half a conscience, nobody has ever read it. I’ve been universally ignored by everyone. I have not been listened to, even once—and I’m bored of it.

Observe the ‘war’ on drugs, a war we never fought because we were too busy pointlessly embroiling ourselves in WW1. To repeat myself, as I constantly find myself doing, I have nothing morally against private use of drugs. I have no moral problem with it all. All I’ve been saying, for decades, is that it violates common decency, the rule of law, the will of God, the human telos, the Golden Rule, the Ten Commandments, and each of the Categorical Imperatives. It is not a “moral” issue.

If you need evidence of the catastrophe that has been decriminalisation, look no further than Portugal. Once fawned over by the ostensibly ‘British’ BBC as a drug-user’s paradise, Portugal is now where people go sodomise children and practice Islam, all at the taxpayer’s expense.

To the potheads who couldn’t stop giggling: there is nothing to giggle at now, is there. Thanks to you and the Tory Party, which I have opposed for decades, our ‘constitution’ is now an immigration form, our Bishops deny their saviour, and our few remaining grammar schools teach sex changes and divorce.

But go ahead, ignore me. I’m quite used to it. In my early days as a Bolshevik Revolutionary, I used to hope for a better world. Now I’ve given up, and I’m frankly bored. You are obsessed with drugs. When future generations look back at the collapse of Mad Soviet Britain, full of NHS idolatry and CDs, at least they’ll say, “He told them so”, and lay chrysanthemums at the foot of my grave. Too bad Britain won’t be around to see it.