When people used to know other people who lived in their street, neighbours kept a casual eye on the children playing out and an even closer one if a stranger was seen near them. Keeping up with the Jones' also meant knowing other people's business, which kept you on your toes (people cared about others' view of them, then).
But there was also one woman (and it was a woman, because they were about) who was the known 'curtain twitcher'. She had an unnatural interest in what went on around her, always had an opinion of others based on what she would do, always offended, always quick to report minor misdemeanour's among her neighbours. A woman certain of her own moral rectitude and convinced that no one was as qualified to judge as her. You may recognise the type from your own past.
The media today would insist that it lampoons the type in Hyacinth Bucket, but that is not right. Hyacinth may affect a station she has not quite achieved, but she wants to do better, she strives to achieve a higher standard, the Twitcher doesn't, she is all sour faced moaning. No, the Twitcher is the archetypal Socialist. Think about it. Who wants to monitor everything we do? Who thinks they have a moral right to tell everyone else what to do?
Who thinks that the authorities should be included and decide everything for us? Who has nothing useful to say, but plenty of ideas for other people? Who takes offence over the slightest thing? Who constantly casts a miserable shadow over others lives? The Socialist. So there you have it. Socialism (by which I mean the Left liberal) is the miserable old hag no one likes and who just causes grief.
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