The gloves are really off now, aren’t they?
As the summer wears on, I become increasingly thankful that I no longer live in the UK.
It it hideous, watching aghast from afar as the Tories rip off their smug, complacent human masks to reveal that they are indeed the same shape-shifting lizards that they always were.
Kiddies’ playgrounds and a TB-detection service for the homeless are the latest funded schemes to go, this morning, following on from the ending of school repairs, changes to pensions that will affect the poorest in society, the cutting of legal aid for people in need, the withdrawing (then quick back-pedalling) of free milk for children, and yesterday that twat David Willetts (whose job title mometarily escapes me) suggesting that unemployed graduates should ‘start businesses’ on leaving college if they can’t find work.
Exactly what fucking planet do these people live on? A cosy, furry little world where mummy and daddy can’t just buy Quentin a housey-wousy to live in, and then fund him in a business start-up before he goes on to a job in the Thity doesn’t even occur to these people. They don’t even know it exists. They don’t know the rest of us even exist.
Twenty years of this shite under Thatcher and her lickspittling cronies was what made me emigrate in the first place. The Tories of that era made me ashamed to be British and they destroyed everything that I had loved about my country.
But this new lot appear to be no better and the way things currently look, they are, all of them, utterly unfit for government. I know – and everybody knows – that New Labour spent money like it was going out of fashion, and left the country in debt up to its eyeballs. But as for this ‘big shit sandwich and we’re all going to have to take a bite’, when are they themselves going to tuck in?
Every measure they have so far introduced impacts on only the poorest, most vulnerable, most disenfranchised people in society. I don’t see Tories themselves suffering, or the upper classes or the middle classes. It’s working class families who will be hit by every measure so far implemented. It is not City-banker public schools that are falling down, it’s the schools that produce Britain’s engineers and nurses and firemen.
Let them just once manage on Jobseeker’s allowance for a year, or live on a council estate plagued by drugs or gangs for six months, or be denied live-extending cancer drugs under the postcode lottery that is NICE, and then tell the rest of us how to live.