Paper Tiger

The plot, after all that, would appear to be an obscure effort to induce regurgitation on the Clapham omnibus by means of publishing a newspaper. Although, for the discerning citizen, almost any ordinary newspaper would undoubtedly do the trick just as well, somebody or other has seen fit to disseminate one "from a print run far, far away, way into the future, in fact. From 2020, in fact". There is, of course, much proliferation these days of cosmic wormholes through which drop future first drafts of the history that is yet to come; I used to have one such in my own living room, as a glance at the earlier archives of this weblog will demonstrate. But it is one thing to derive harmless fun and profit from gambling on events that may or may not come to pass, and quite another to entice hard-working families, with a blatant promise of FREE BEER, into rising at dawn so that they may inflict emetic futures on the investors and infotainers who have done so much to make our country what it is today. Such guerrilla pamphleteering tactics are completely against the traditions of dissent and democracy in the country that produced John Lilburne, William Blake and William Hone, and jailed the first, neutered the second and forgot the third. Beware, beware.