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Spies are everywhere

Cracking stuff from Ormskirk residents recently. You see, we have this new wheelie bin regime in place in tandem with recycling boxes, as West Lancs district council finally drags its arse into the exciting world of responsible recycling. This in itself caused widespread local outrage as an infringement of our rights to create a frankly terrifying amount of waste. But this was as nothing compared to the shitstorm when it emerged that each bin has (wait for it) a microchip in it.

It's big Brother gone mad! cried the population en masse, ignoring the fact that the chip is in essence an identification device in favour of the much more entertaining idea that these chips are in fact highly sophisticated listening devices. The "OUr bins are bugged" controversy runs on in the letters page of the Advertiser (this morning's being particularly rich - hence the post)in defiance of the fact that a) why the hell would the council want to listen to your bins anyway? b)do you have any idea how much that would cost? and c? it's patently untrue.

Never ones to let sense or logic get in the way of a good froth of righteous indignation the dread phrase "waste of taxpayers money" (What waste? What money? What on earth are you talking about?) has been bandied about a great deal. Some even opine , confusingly that it is "politcal correctness gone mad", somehow.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. People are idiots. And that specifically means you Mr W David Ashcroft of Scarisbrick Avenue, you absolute menk.

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