At the Guardian apparently:
If London\’s demonstrators have the exultation of
visionaries, this is because the meaningless mantras of "change" are giving way to a cry for emancipation. They foresee a different future, in which the shuffling crowds in the mall turn their gaze from the displays that hold fast our confiscated desires and look instead, at one another, marvelling how much we can freely provide, give and create for each other; a future in which the sound of gunfire no longer echoes and the flash of knives are no longer seen on the streets; and the locks and bolts behind which the terrified elderly cower in their fortress homes lie rusting on scrap-heaps.
They anticipate the scenes of jubilation when the mind-altering substances – both prescribed and proscribed – with which people in the sites of wealth make bearable their gilded captivity, are thrown onto celebratory bonfires; the rejoicing when the reservoirs of alcohol – as indispensable to humans as the petrol that drives their mobility – will be poured away into gutters and drains.
Imagine a society that looks with different eyes on the submissive surrender of its children to forces which, from the moment they open their eyes, ensnare them in the silken nets of commerce, instructing them in perpetual dissatisfaction and teaching the corrosive lesson that even the most abundant plenty can never be enough. Imagine a liberation that threw aside the sexual burka, the invisible but ubiquitous garment that determines a rigid hierarchy of desirability and glamour, so that the beauty of the wise, the kind, the merciful and the noble might appear once more through the shallow virtue of the skin-deep. Think of a society where voices of sobriety and wisdom are audible above the strident cries of the preachers of the market.
As always, simply perfect parody, isn\’t it?