Never in our history have we supported so many wastrels, intent on spending their entire lives sucking at the teat of the Welfare State. We have families where generations have not worked or intended to work. We have children in schools, being (poorly) educated at a cost of over £75000 each, that absolutely no intention of pursuing any form of career. We have a growing army of ignorant, lazy fucktards happy to sit on the sofa, Stella can in hand, watching their daily dose of Soma.
I’m fascinated in the concept of this growing army. Everywhere I go, I see sallow faced mongs, scrabbling over a £5 wrap of crack. The streets are full of bloated land whales pushing the prams of miserable offspring with snotty noses and inbred scowls on their faces.
Where did the “poor but honest” go? I remember them from when I was a kid. They wore jumpers their mums had knitted, they were scruffy. Their parents were manual labourers or milkmen. Rarely was it known that your dad was out of work. He’d do anything to bring home a crust.
What happened to Jumble Sales? My mother would scour them for school uniforms, football boots, duffel coats. Want not waste not was her motto.
What happened to people walking? I rarely see anyone walking anywhere anymore, let alone children walking to school, or people carrying shopping home.
What happened to the packed lunch? I grew to be 6’2” on peanut butter sandwiches and home made flapjacks. Not organic tuna on a wholemeal ciabatta bap (£3.70 in the school canteen), send the bill to the council.
The Welfare State is what happened. Nobody fears for their welfare anymore. We now live in a State where everything is guaranteed. From the cradle to the grave, you can slumber through, totally dependent on the whims of 646 people in Parliament. It is said that until 1914, the ordinary citizen would never actually meet the State in any form unless he married, registered a birth or death or committed a crime. That’s less than 100 years ago. Fuck me.
My day starts at 6am with Pravda(Today, Radio 4) telling me to eat more greens and drink less booze. It continues with endless restrictions, rules, regulations, approvals, paperwork, taxes, penalties, recommendations, advice, targets, quotas, measurements, evaluations.
Why? I don’t need them. I’m not one of the above “undeserving poor” who have willingly exchanged every freedom they ever had in return for a life of utter idleness? I’m not a fucking Soviet peasant, reliant on gruel and subsidised brown coal to make it through the winter. I don’t march down to the council offices and demand that little Tyson needs a new coat. It’s ‘is fucking right, innit. Gis ma JD sports vouchers NOW, ya COW!’.
The 646 in Parliament have produced MILLIONS of parasites. They have fast bred an entire client base for their power. These parasites are feeding off ME yet pledge their loyalty to the scientists whose experiments are killing the host.