What happened in 2014?
- there was the rise of ukip… The party for those who aren’t racist, having as they did once met the black man or perhaps even once having had a friend who was from across the seas .. So how could they be, for as the bnp before them they could roll out actual representatives from the very groups that they had so diligently and scientifically identifies as being the causal effect of so many of our societies ills.
Take the Romanians … No I mean take the Romanians … Comedy gold – 1970s anyone
They are patently to blame for congestion on our roads, coming over here and discovering automobiles … Very exciting for them … Bouncing around our pothole adorned streets, all fuelled up on benefits and at the same time traveling around like a plague of littleest hobbos doing jobs for less than any respecting Englishman could afford to .. Simultaneously also causing the unemployment and the rise in benefits costs … They’re Wiley these Romanians that spend their days just snaring up our precious m25.
Congestion that has absolutely nothing to do with the large number of lorries migrating all about during peak hours, the delapidated, over priced, unreliable rail network that just about works if your willing to go the direction it wants to take you & has so wisely not been invested in as a primary mover of freight like those fools from across the waters … Romanians .. What are you going to do … Vote ukip – don’t be racist just be a little bit simple & they’ll make everything ok .. Just like in the old days
An unspecified – hither to undiscovered historic land and time where all the good things happened – and why not.
It’s good to see that a rightfully disenfranchised electorate has learnt the lessons of history by reaching for hope in an empty vessels of mean spirited blame & division..
I’m bias and am proving this by embarking on a plane to take me back to the land of my forefathers tonight – for chrismas – Switzerland – so rarely blamed for coming over here will ill deeds in toe the Swiss & yet here I am generation later weeving myself into polite society and worse still driving my car on those congested roads.. Out of pure spite – I feel the shame but I enjoy it too much to stop
What else …
Our ever purple and ever shinny (cause this really raises up the quality of political debate) prime minister .. The almost royal, private school man of the people and defender of the NHS committee to further defending the health service through privatising or rather franchising out fair old chunks of it … The best form of defence is attack & a scuttled boat surely can not be taken by the enemy.
Then on the other side the spurious argument that you shouldn’t make money out if health … Nope you should not, it is other peoples most grievous misfortune and it is morally repugnant to seek profit from it … Totally but for who
- for individuals like doctors or nurses selling their time
for pharmaceutical companies investing in new drugs and treatments while finding new and important ways to extend the patents on the old ones
cleaning / logistics companies
dentists / opticians
private hospitals and GPs practises
the problem with this is that it’s always been part privatised anyway – people have always I been making money from it – even if doing so wasn’t primary or even secondary in their motivations … This isn’t proof that further franchising off is fine … That it’s right .. It’s proof only that it’s not an absolutist discussion – the shades of grey matter, what society do we want – what kind of health care system we have, the details matter the choices – they define the world we will find ourselves living in & we’ve handed the keys to a purple man & his Etonian men of the people to decide for us … Because they represent the will of the people .. & against him we select another man of wealth with experience gained in that wide eyed alternative field of, investment banking – home of morality, last refuge from the establishment and well evidenced as the moral church of rectitude .. We do make such fine choices for ourselves and future generations .. As my train rolls into kings cross it almost makes me want to hoist the flag and sing … Sing … Sing
I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay – I work all night and I sleep all day …
But now at its end the corner is surely turned – for their has been a chuntering in the dark resesses of the internet – where a tree may fall an no one does hear it – the virtual equivalent of a mental having a fraught & animated conversation in a long since disconnected phone booth – oh yes that’s seen to it – 2015 shall be that new heralded dawn …