the situationists have taken over the asylum
There's something about the lede of this story that makes me deeply proud to be British:
Members will this week be shown copies of thousands of receipts and other documents due to be published under the Freedom of Information Act. They will be invited to redact the documents, blacking out information they do not want to disclose.Other countries have corruption. Other countries have censorship. But we, the British, have a free media which reports that - in the coming weeks - our elected officials will finally be forced to release details of their expenses after a lengthy legal battle, but not before those politicians have been invited to censor their own records.
I'm not sure this joke could possibly be improved. To have said, "Yes, I've released the details of my tax-payer-subsidised kitchen... into the mouth of a volcano" might have involved some kind of pleasing delayed-gag wherein the meaning of "released" is interpreted literally instead of figuratively, but I'm not sure it could improve this exemplar of darkly ironic comedy.
The fine detail of the story merely reveals the richness of this exquisitely honed parody. We learn that:
Most public sector bodies required to publish give the task of editing to other people not involved in the case.but
MPs argue that they must still be allowed to vet their own claims because, they claim, they have unique knowledge of their constituencies and any "local issues" that may be raised by disclosure.Translation: the people who actually voted for me might find out how I've spent their money and that would be disastrous. And look - "no date for final publication of the edited receipts has been set." Truly, no opportunity to performatively enact the grasping venality of our political class has been overlooked.
Can I suggest that our addition to the sporting events at the Olympic games take the form of a self-destructive spiral into the alienation of the majority from the democratic processes of representation?