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In 1977, Scarfolk Council was disconcerted to learn that poor citizens and immigrants had figured out how to call the emergency services. The council quickly launched a new number, which it claimed would better handle the increasing volume of emergency calls, and after three years the government proudly announced a significant decrease in emergency calls overall. However, the telephone number (when it was finally identified) was traced to an answering machine in an industrial estate portacabin, which was completely deserted. When questioned about the unattended service, a council spokesman stated that the intention was to "empower average and below-average people by enabling them to find their own solutions to problems which are probably the result of their own negligent actions in the first place." Fully-working emergency services, which were of course funded by the taxpayer and the sale of undesirables to mediocre countries, were still available, but only to a select group of invited people, many of whom were banking and corporate magnates, as well as politicians, their friends, families and pets. Emergencies most often reported included: strain brought on by stirring Martinis and not being able to reach the television from the bed to change channels. Additionally, the fire service was frequently called upon by beneficiaries to hose down citizens picketing their country estates.

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In 1976, after three years of austerity and drastic cuts, the government admitted that there were no longer enough human rights to go around. Stockpiles diminished at such an alarming rate that only one UK citizen in twenty had access to inalienable human rights and by the end of the decade it would plummet to only one in a hundred. The populace was dissatisfied with the government's initial solution, which was to mail out IOU letters. In lieu of human rights, these official missives offered a non-legally-binding 'gentlemen's agreement' to provide substitute rights akin to human rights, which were never fully defined and thus remained completely open to interpretation. Indeed, many citizens were not entirely sure that they adequately fulfilled the government's criteria to be considered human. As a token of goodwill, the government offered an annual Human Rights Lottery (see magazine ad above), but cancelled it after three years because, according to an official press release, "granting human rights to only a few citizens is not in the interest of a fair and equal society".

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What Do We Know? When I was little, one of the more exciting experiences known to happen in school was the fire drill. We never knew when the alarm would sound; in a morning English class, an afternoon Biology lab - or, hope upon hope, in the middle of a particularly difficult Math test. Much like Gabriel’s trumpet, without warning it would blast forth from some unseen source, eliciting responses from every soul within earshot. Up we would spring from our desks and out of the door we would file, one by one, as docile and obedient as a row of baby ducks. We’d proceed out to the playground where we’d form orderly lines, presumably safe from whatever harm was afoot. Occasionally we would participate in what our elders dubbed “Duck and Cover” drills. These were necessitated by the what was universally perceived as the increasing threat of nuclear war. It was determined by the experts that by merely crouching underneath our desks with our heads touching our knees we would be totally safe from a nuclear attack. Unfathomable, I know, but we ducked and covered anyway. So much for the elevated intelligence of human beings. The ads I’ve shown here are real ones, and from not that long ago. Hilarious now, but perfectly sensible at the time. And it’s sobering, even as we pat ourselves on the back for our culture’s great strides in knowledge, to note that only this week a well-known televangelist here in the States encouraged one of his flock to “pray over” clothes they purchase at Goodwill stores, just in case a garment could possess demons in the warp and weft of the fabric. (You can read his full exhortation here.) One can only wonder how backward we will seem to future generations. When the polar ice caps and the great bears who live there are only memories, will our heirs shake their heads at those amongst who today insist on refuting the science of global warming and its causes? Will we one day discover that it wasn’t such a brilliant idea to inject even a modicum of botulism into our foreheads in order to paralyze wrinkles that are insignificant anyway? I suppose I’ve always been naturally skeptical. I look at advertisements with a jaundiced eye and whether they flow from the lectern, the podium, or the pulpit, I’ve found it’s always beneficial to question the words I hear. I've learned it's always advisable to do my own investigation, to turn over the stones in the pathway myself in a continuing quest for the truth. It’s disconcerting to think back on assumptions I’ve made that turned out to be entirely wrong, but little by little I move forward, step by step the light shines a bit brighter. Someone wiser than I once said when we know better, we do better. Such an affirming quote. In the humbling light of history it has to be the height of hubris to think we have it all figured out. But just as I now know that the ingestion of lard is not a guarantee of happiness or health and that DDT and babies do not make a good mix, I also know that my clothing cannot be a harbor for demons. So I guess I'm moving forward.

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What Do We Know? When I was little, one of the more exciting experiences known to happen in school was the fire drill. We never knew when the alarm would sound; in a morning English class, an afternoon Biology lab - or, hope upon hope, in the middle of a particularly difficult Math test. Much like Gabriel’s trumpet, without warning it would blast forth from some unseen source, eliciting responses from every soul within earshot. Up we would spring from our desks and out of the door we would file, one by one, as docile and obedient as a row of baby ducks. We’d proceed out to the playground where we’d form orderly lines, presumably safe from whatever harm was afoot. Occasionally we would participate in what our elders dubbed “Duck and Cover” drills. These were necessitated by the what was universally perceived as the increasing threat of nuclear war. It was determined by the experts that by merely crouching underneath our desks with our heads touching our knees we would be totally safe from a nuclear attack. Unfathomable, I know, but we ducked and covered anyway. So much for the elevated intelligence of human beings. The ads I’ve shown here are real ones, and from not that long ago. Hilarious now, but perfectly sensible at the time. And it’s sobering, even as we pat ourselves on the back for our culture’s great strides in knowledge, to note that only this week a well-known televangelist here in the States encouraged one of his flock to “pray over” clothes they purchase at Goodwill stores, just in case a garment could possess demons in the warp and weft of the fabric. (You can read his full exhortation here.) One can only wonder how backward we will seem to future generations. When the polar ice caps and the great bears who live there are only memories, will our heirs shake their heads at those amongst who today insist on refuting the science of global warming and its causes? Will we one day discover that it wasn’t such a brilliant idea to inject even a modicum of botulism into our foreheads in order to paralyze wrinkles that are insignificant anyway? I suppose I’ve always been naturally skeptical. I look at advertisements with a jaundiced eye and whether they flow from the lectern, the podium, or the pulpit, I’ve found it’s always beneficial to question the words I hear. I've learned it's always advisable to do my own investigation, to turn over the stones in the pathway myself in a continuing quest for the truth. It’s disconcerting to think back on assumptions I’ve made that turned out to be entirely wrong, but little by little I move forward, step by step the light shines a bit brighter. Someone wiser than I once said when we know better, we do better. Such an affirming quote. In the humbling light of history it has to be the height of hubris to think we have it all figured out. But just as I now know that the ingestion of lard is not a guarantee of happiness or health and that DDT and babies do not make a good mix, I also know that my clothing cannot be a harbor for demons. So I guess I'm moving forward.

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