Today, a snivelling, sixteen year old, grubby looking moronic youth, with a
Lonsdale uniform came up to my desk and asked me for a copy of a
PlayStation game called Call of Duty.
I read the cover and discovered it is a simulation of the D Day landings at Normandy.
When I am World Leader, I will have these games banned forever. How dare the makers of games think it is acceptable to make games out of horrific deaths? There are men and women in this country who lost relatives and loved ones in WWII. What the hell do they make of all this? Imagine if your father had been killed in the war, and now you discover that Sony have made a game of it?
This boy would never have the courage or the ethics to fight for his country. He doesn't even have the good manners to go and look for a job.
In the world of Clank, he would be ridding the local river of abandoned shopping trolleys, earning enough money to buy himself a Play
station game that teaches him health, hygiene and better fashion sense.