Thoughts from a boiled frog
I arrived at work today as a boiled frog. When I left home this morning on my bike it was barely drizzling, so it wasn’t worth putting on my waterproofs. As I cycled the intensity of the rain gradually increased, until I was soaked. If it had been raining like this when I set off, I would, of course have covered up: I’m not (that) stupid. I had become a victim of the boiled frog syndrome (which I was reminded of recently by Christopher Brookmyre in his dark, but hilarious thriller, Boiling a Frog.)
How do you boil a frog? If you put a frog in boiling water, it has the sense to jump straight out. If you put it in lukewarm water and gradually increase the temperature the situation never gets quite threatening enough to provoke alarm and action and the frog relaxes in the increasingly warm, and apparently comfortable, environment - until it is boiled. (Note to readers: no frogs were hurt in the writing of this blog; I have relied on secondary sources for descriptions of this behaviour.)
There are of course other frogs, in other pans. One marked CCTV surveillance; another marked identity databases; another is the frequency of gun use by police. The great thing is that the frogs are warm relaxed and somnolent and never talk to each other, never make the connections which enable them to see they are all being boiled alive (sorry make that dead).
The government and the police have learned an important lesson in life. You don’t take the money and run: you take the money and walk slowly away without drawing attention to yourself.
Labels: surveillance, war on terrorism

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