Bobby47
Jan 30, 2019
Hard Times
I’d say to the author of this very good piece of written work, ‘why the surprise’? There’s nothing to be concerned about if you are at the top or even positioned in the middle of the hierarchy. Of course, being rock bottom and positioned at the bottom of the base of the hierarchical structure is an entirely different matter. Frankly, given that I reached my own personal level of personal incompetence many years ago and I’ve gradually drifted into my natural social grouping with those who are also bottom feeders found at rock bottom, being surprised doesn’t go halfway to describing just how pissed off I am that the hierarchy ignores me and all the many others who are ignored by this unholy hierarchical structure.
And hierarchy’s are what we all do. Over and over again. We’re wired up to create them. And every single time a hirearchy is created, in this case the bloody Council, it’s constructed in the full knowledge that eventually the hierarchy becomes corrupted and unless the corrupted elements are corrected, the hierarchy evolves into a tyrannical structure, tyranny becomes commonplace and the whole bastard thing evolves into a wealth and job creation exercise that benefits the few who, though they to reached their own personal level of incompetence many years ago, still manage to fool everyone and maintain a false illusion that they know what they’re bloody doing.
And consequently, the game continues unabated. No handbrake, no restraint, no prudence and no sense of moral outrage that through cunning and guile and a mantra of ‘we know what we’re doing’, another bunch of Common Purpose suits have germinated, grown fat on public money and are now, again, affixed to out fiscal lactating teats that enable the asset stripping to continue and for those at the bottom to become fucking poorer and wonder just why we were chosen or wired up to be placed at the bottom of the base of a public service hierarchy.
God help us I say!
Bobby47
Jan 15, 2019
Frank Field. Is he “Feeding Britain”, as claimed?
Poor man. Poor people. I’m one of the lucky ones. Not only have I got more than enough to be happy and content with, I’ve got the one thing that millions of other people have and share. An interest in the lives of those who’ve not been as fortunate as me and so many others.
They tell you on the television to give to charitable organisations only to learn that your money gets diverted into salaries and pension pots of those who are very well off.
They tell you don’t give to street beggars because it doesn’t do them any good onlyfir you to learn that Councils up and down the country confiscate their cardboard and blankets because they’re unsightly and they disrupt business.
They tell you that the ageing population are to blame for just about everything that costs us all a few quid in Council tax only for you to find out they’re paying out millions and millions on Gagging Payments, Consultancy Fees and anything else that they can shove in their Common Purpose mouths.
They tell you that poverty is a symptom of ignorance and there’s help out there if only they’d visit the Council and ask for help, and yet when you knock, the door doesn’t get opened because nobody is there. They’re all upstairs concentrating their minds on areas of business that have little to do with helping the meek and the mild and the millions of poor people who haven’t a laptop or haven’t the spare change to wait in a telephone queue for ages listening to the Halleluzah Chorus of Handels Messiah, telling them, ‘please hold the line. Your in a queue. Your call is important to us’.
No doubt, in the fullness of time this poor man, who’s bare back we’ve all stared at, will soon die and throughout the subsequent inquest of his passing, not one single person will question why he became skeletal in 2019 at a time when Britain is still one of the wealthiest nations on Earth.
Truth is, nobody cares. Nobody wants to know and despite this image of this poor man who’s spine is ready to pop out from beneath his flesh, not one wealthy person will step forward and ease his suffering.
Bobby47
Dec 31, 2018
Ivan Rogers’ Brexit Lecture of Thursday 13th December 2018 – the Nine Lessons on Brexit
Throughout the early decades of the twentieth century it was common practice for Big Business to invest in a community. They came along, spotted a coal seam, an opportunity to produce cotton, manufacturer something to sell and then exploit the people for cheap labour and make huge profits. But, despite the desire to create for themselves huge wealth, they did indeed build houses for the people that moved across the Country and settled in their new home that provided them their future.They built houses, Schools for the children, parks for them to play in, Hospitals and provided the communities something that they could call our Town or Village. It was a partnership of sorts. Certainly not ideal for the working man but it was nonetheless an investment in people and communities by big business who were there to profit from the labours of the working classes.
Roll on a century later, in this age of a so called period of social enlightenment, no such partnership exists. There’s no need for it. The wealthy have only one responsibility. To create a job. Not for them to build a home, a school or anything else that’d help a Town or a Village. There is now no reason for them to invest in a community. All they have to do is create a low paid job and the European Union and our Government does the rest.
The European Union provides the cheap migrant labour and the working class indigenous people provide the funds to build the houses, the larger schools, the Doctors Surgeries and all the other things that one needs to build a community. It’s really quite brilliant in many ways. You simply pull a social lever, cause three million migrants from the East of the Continent to move to Britain and Big Business pays nothing. The whole enterprise is funded by the low paid indigenous people who go about their business providing taxes so that houses, schools and hospitals can be built to provide a vast army of cheap migrant labour a job that pays them elevent times more than theyd be paid in their homeland.
That’s not the end of the genius from the European Union. No! The indigenous people and the three million migrants pay their taxes to the British Government who then pass on 13 billion quid to the EU. The European Commision then take 6 billion of that giant wedge of money and direct it back to the homelands of the 3 million migrants so that their infra structure can be improved, factories can be built, economic suitability for growth can be attained and then,,,,,,,when everyone becomes weary of working for a low wage, your job goes, the business relocates to Slovakia or Poland or wherever it was your money was sent to and bing, bang bong,,,,,, your money was used to create an economic opportunity for you to lose your job and make another nation better off because you fucking paid for it all.
In the meantime, seeing as your job went because you weren’t prepared to work longer, harder and faster than your now superior economic competitor who’s now sat in a factory you paid for in Latvia, the lesson to be learned by the next generation is ‘don’t be so fucking stupid as we once were’. Forget creativity. Work like stink for a low wage and be prepared to share a room with ten other young kids who, like you are on a zero hour contract serving fries and a burger and trained to smile and say, ‘You all have a nice day’.
Return to Bomb Alley 1982 – The Falklands Deception, by Paul Cardin
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