Hello Everyone!
Well I apologise profusely for the distinct lack of blogging. No excuse really, just the usual busy life, both at work and home. Not complaining, being busy at work is great and long may it continue.
Tonight's title is my prediction for the forthcoming General Election. I had a bit of an epiphany over the weekend in this respect. For months I've been watching with astonishment as the Conservative lead had dwindled. I was thinking, who in their right mind would vote back in a party that's led us to the state this country is now in. And this weekend I figured out why.
I was coming from this as the employee of a small private sector company. Someone who pays his taxes and works in a sector that is dependent on a strong economy and wealth generating organisations continuing to recruit skilled technical personnel and senior management with the business acumen to continue growing the business in a profitable manner.
I now concede I am in the minority in this country. And people like me are despised by this Government.
There is an army of people in this country who are dependent on this Government for their livelihoods. We have a Public Sector which would make the old Soviet Union envious. A clear example of how mollycoddled from the real world these people are is the recent strike. Why were they striking? The Government for once was trying to get them to agree to a more reasonable settlement in the unlikely event they were made redundant. No chance, everybody out.
Then we have the 8 million people who are "economically inactive" - all sitting at home on nice cushy benefits, again paid for by the tax payer. Of course there are some of these people desperate to get back into employment, but for every one of them, there's plenty happy to sit on their backsides and hoover up every penny they can get their hands on.
Only in the UK can you walk up a street, look at the cars parked outside houses and safely assume the newest, shiniest ones are owned by people who don't work.
So there you have it. Millions upon Millions of people in this country are totally in debt to this Government for their employment/benefits. The minority support them all. Turkeys don't vote for Christmas. Brown back as PM with a majority of around 20.
And fuck knows what us in the minority will do then. He hates us with a passion and he'll do everything he can to destroy us.
Only one song sums my mood up tonight. It's a stone cold classic. The Rolling Stones. Paint it Black.
Showing posts with label Hard Working Families. Show all posts
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Monday, 29 March 2010
Thursday, 14 January 2010
End of An Era - another Chance for the Lefties to Bash Thatcher
Hi Folks
Many thanks for all the queries about the lack of blogging. It's a real tonic that a lot of you are encouraging me to get back into it and that there's a lot of people who read it without having added themselves as followers - don't be shy folks get logged on and get commenting! And I promise I'll get back to blogging 3 or 4 times a week, time permitting. Truth be told it's not easy with work and home commitments, but I'll try my best!
So the thing that really caught my eye today was the news that the Mickey Mouse Government in Edinburgh are passing legislation to cease the sale of council houses to tenants.
This was a flagship Thatcherite policy of the 1980's and hundreds of thousands of working class families took advantage of the chance to buy a house. Many were the first in their families to have their own property and it gave the working classes a chance they'd never had before.
The lack of houses being built by the councils to compensate has been the main reason why there's now a dearth of "social housing" (what we called council houses!) and the housing associations that have popped up don't pick up all the slack.
It would also help of course if the available council houses weren't handed out to undeserving individuals and given instead to hard working families who've been priced out of the market. Get some buckfast or heroin down you guys, or have a few kids (dad can move in later once you've got the house) and you're straight to the top of the list.
But none of the above can take away the gratitude a large section of the working class of this country owe to Thatcher for the opportunity they were given. Yes that right lefties, the working class, you know the people you claim to help. Shame that once again a Labour Government will leave office with the poor worse off and more unemployed than when they came to power. Still let's not let facts get in the way of a "Tory toff" soundbite eh.
However the left wing of this country's absolute hatred for the Iron Lady means the bile is out again, blaming her for the mess the housing stock is now in. There's a mass of individuals in this country waiting to dance on her grave when she passes away. Of course she made mistakes. But the lefties forget the mess this place was in when she came to power.
Strikes, 3 day weeks, power cuts. Going cap in hand to the IMF. Rubbish left uncollected in the streets. The dead unburied. I remember as a kid many nights sitting round a paraffin heater, playing Monopoly by candlelight.
I'll blog again at a later date about the 80s and the rest of the Thatcher premiership. I was 10 when she came to power and 21 when she was ousted. I am one of Thatcher's despised children. Working class kids in the 80s were not seen to be aspiring to better themselves. Nope, historically we've been tarred as greedy, selfish bastards.
This country is now run by a clique of left wing media clowns (BBC, Guardian et al) who's spite and hatred for a woman (would they have been so hateful if it had been a male?) who has been out of office for 20 years is undiminished and they will peddle their myths about her and the generation who grew up under her Premiership until we're all in the grave.
People who's politics are Centre Right are now a small minority in Scotland. As recently as the 50s Scotland was predominantly Tory voting. Again I'll discuss the reasons for this more as the election draws nearer.
Tonight's music is by a man who was no fan of Mrs T but when he wrote songs like Sweet Gene Vincent you can let Ian Dury off with a lot. His band the Blockheads were brilliant, keeping the rhythm section perfect whilst Dury's lyrics meandered. A sad loss when he died, Dury had polio as a child but never let his disability get in the way of his powerful stage presence.
Many thanks for all the queries about the lack of blogging. It's a real tonic that a lot of you are encouraging me to get back into it and that there's a lot of people who read it without having added themselves as followers - don't be shy folks get logged on and get commenting! And I promise I'll get back to blogging 3 or 4 times a week, time permitting. Truth be told it's not easy with work and home commitments, but I'll try my best!
So the thing that really caught my eye today was the news that the Mickey Mouse Government in Edinburgh are passing legislation to cease the sale of council houses to tenants.
This was a flagship Thatcherite policy of the 1980's and hundreds of thousands of working class families took advantage of the chance to buy a house. Many were the first in their families to have their own property and it gave the working classes a chance they'd never had before.
The lack of houses being built by the councils to compensate has been the main reason why there's now a dearth of "social housing" (what we called council houses!) and the housing associations that have popped up don't pick up all the slack.
It would also help of course if the available council houses weren't handed out to undeserving individuals and given instead to hard working families who've been priced out of the market. Get some buckfast or heroin down you guys, or have a few kids (dad can move in later once you've got the house) and you're straight to the top of the list.
But none of the above can take away the gratitude a large section of the working class of this country owe to Thatcher for the opportunity they were given. Yes that right lefties, the working class, you know the people you claim to help. Shame that once again a Labour Government will leave office with the poor worse off and more unemployed than when they came to power. Still let's not let facts get in the way of a "Tory toff" soundbite eh.
However the left wing of this country's absolute hatred for the Iron Lady means the bile is out again, blaming her for the mess the housing stock is now in. There's a mass of individuals in this country waiting to dance on her grave when she passes away. Of course she made mistakes. But the lefties forget the mess this place was in when she came to power.
Strikes, 3 day weeks, power cuts. Going cap in hand to the IMF. Rubbish left uncollected in the streets. The dead unburied. I remember as a kid many nights sitting round a paraffin heater, playing Monopoly by candlelight.
I'll blog again at a later date about the 80s and the rest of the Thatcher premiership. I was 10 when she came to power and 21 when she was ousted. I am one of Thatcher's despised children. Working class kids in the 80s were not seen to be aspiring to better themselves. Nope, historically we've been tarred as greedy, selfish bastards.
This country is now run by a clique of left wing media clowns (BBC, Guardian et al) who's spite and hatred for a woman (would they have been so hateful if it had been a male?) who has been out of office for 20 years is undiminished and they will peddle their myths about her and the generation who grew up under her Premiership until we're all in the grave.
People who's politics are Centre Right are now a small minority in Scotland. As recently as the 50s Scotland was predominantly Tory voting. Again I'll discuss the reasons for this more as the election draws nearer.
Tonight's music is by a man who was no fan of Mrs T but when he wrote songs like Sweet Gene Vincent you can let Ian Dury off with a lot. His band the Blockheads were brilliant, keeping the rhythm section perfect whilst Dury's lyrics meandered. A sad loss when he died, Dury had polio as a child but never let his disability get in the way of his powerful stage presence.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Recession is Almost Over - Who are they Kidding?
I see the BBC and our wretched Government are still peddling the myth that the recession is just about over. They were gutted when the economy contracted again last quarter, after constantly blowing smoke up our arse for weeks beforehand that it would grow.
So much for that bastard Brown's "best placed country to beat the recession" bullshit. We're now the only major Global Economy still in recession and yet the State Broadcaster hardly raises a peep in protest. Of course, the recession only hits one part of the population - the wealth creating, heavy tax paying private sector.
No wonder the BBC, Government and Public Sector think it hasn't been too bad out there. But you watch them squeal like piggies at the abattoir when they don't get their usual inflation busting pay rises next year. We'll have the power mad Union Barrons all over the airwaves demanding a 1970s "everyone out" scotched earth policy. I'm sure the rest of us will get by if the Romany Travellers Equality Diversity Yoghurt Knitting Breast Feeding Street Football Co-Ordinators go off on strike for a couple of days.
Back in the real world and working in recruitment I think I'm well positioned to judge, let me tell you the bad news. It's not getting any better. There's still a lot of people being made redundant. Every day we have desperate people phoning and emailing looking for work, applying for jobs they don't have any experience for, but I can understand why they do it. It's because they are desperate to work. Fancy that eh - people in this country with the ethics and dignity to want to work. They are becoming a minority that's for sure.
Just to keep the downbeat mood going, I can't see an improvement in the first half of next year. With a General Election on its way and up here the oil price still all over the shop, nothing will settle down till Q3 2010 at the earliest. If they don't get their own way Unison and their ilk will be out on the streets by then, especially if we have a Tory Government. What fun. By the way, anyone know when a Recession becomes a Depression?
Music tonight is from Indie Icons James - "Laid". Requested by an avid reader of the blog because of the "awesome drums". And I have to say I agree.
So much for that bastard Brown's "best placed country to beat the recession" bullshit. We're now the only major Global Economy still in recession and yet the State Broadcaster hardly raises a peep in protest. Of course, the recession only hits one part of the population - the wealth creating, heavy tax paying private sector.
No wonder the BBC, Government and Public Sector think it hasn't been too bad out there. But you watch them squeal like piggies at the abattoir when they don't get their usual inflation busting pay rises next year. We'll have the power mad Union Barrons all over the airwaves demanding a 1970s "everyone out" scotched earth policy. I'm sure the rest of us will get by if the Romany Travellers Equality Diversity Yoghurt Knitting Breast Feeding Street Football Co-Ordinators go off on strike for a couple of days.
Back in the real world and working in recruitment I think I'm well positioned to judge, let me tell you the bad news. It's not getting any better. There's still a lot of people being made redundant. Every day we have desperate people phoning and emailing looking for work, applying for jobs they don't have any experience for, but I can understand why they do it. It's because they are desperate to work. Fancy that eh - people in this country with the ethics and dignity to want to work. They are becoming a minority that's for sure.
Just to keep the downbeat mood going, I can't see an improvement in the first half of next year. With a General Election on its way and up here the oil price still all over the shop, nothing will settle down till Q3 2010 at the earliest. If they don't get their own way Unison and their ilk will be out on the streets by then, especially if we have a Tory Government. What fun. By the way, anyone know when a Recession becomes a Depression?
Music tonight is from Indie Icons James - "Laid". Requested by an avid reader of the blog because of the "awesome drums". And I have to say I agree.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Only Tax Paying Mugs Require AA Membership
So I'm sitting in the office tonight at 5pm. Been there since the back of 7am and could stay another 3 hours and still not have caught up. So I decide I'll head home to see the family instead and get back in early tomorrow and get into it again.
Go out and the car has a puncture. Being an impractical sod, this causes issues. So I phone Mrs MacBeth and shout at her for a while. Then try and change it. Get it jacked up. And can't get the bloody wheel off. Put on by one of those air machine things (told you I was an expert at this), I can't budge it. So I give up, swallow my pride and phone the AA. We spend enough cash on membership.
They'll be with you in 45 minutes says the nice lady. An hour later they haven't turned up so I phone again. To be told they're busy. And it won't be the AA, but someone else who they've contracted my problem out to. And it'll be another half an hour. The dude who does turn up is a good lad, his big rigger boots and an industrial sized wrench and we're sorted. And unlike many of these kind of guys, he doesn't make me feel like a prick for requiring assistance.
On my way home the original AA call centre galoot calls to say the alternative to the AA will be with me shortly. You really just can't make this shit up can you. Why are these large organisations so bloody incompetent?
So the old motor is patched up for the third time in a month. With both me and Mrs MacBeth working just to keep our heads above water, we cannot afford a new car for me at the moment, so here's hoping the old Fiat Punto can last through the winter.
The amount of tax we pay is crippling. No doubt these bloody politicians will start about 'hard working families' again soon, it's only 6 months till an election. New cars, kitchens and bathrooms will have to wait for this hard working family. Probably for two generations as we pay off Gorgon McDoom's astronomical debt for him.
Oh how I wish I was like a female in our street. She drives a nice shiny red Audi A3. I like them, would love one. Won't be seeing one outside our door in a hurry.
Miss Audi A3 doesn't work.
Sometimes at 6am when I'm looking at myself in the mirror contemplating another 12 hour day away from home I think, "you fecking mug".
Music tonight The Carpenters "Top of the World". My sister loved this song when she was a kid. Very easy listening, middle of the road stuff, but Karen's voice is incredible, a life cut too short.
Go out and the car has a puncture. Being an impractical sod, this causes issues. So I phone Mrs MacBeth and shout at her for a while. Then try and change it. Get it jacked up. And can't get the bloody wheel off. Put on by one of those air machine things (told you I was an expert at this), I can't budge it. So I give up, swallow my pride and phone the AA. We spend enough cash on membership.
They'll be with you in 45 minutes says the nice lady. An hour later they haven't turned up so I phone again. To be told they're busy. And it won't be the AA, but someone else who they've contracted my problem out to. And it'll be another half an hour. The dude who does turn up is a good lad, his big rigger boots and an industrial sized wrench and we're sorted. And unlike many of these kind of guys, he doesn't make me feel like a prick for requiring assistance.
On my way home the original AA call centre galoot calls to say the alternative to the AA will be with me shortly. You really just can't make this shit up can you. Why are these large organisations so bloody incompetent?
So the old motor is patched up for the third time in a month. With both me and Mrs MacBeth working just to keep our heads above water, we cannot afford a new car for me at the moment, so here's hoping the old Fiat Punto can last through the winter.
The amount of tax we pay is crippling. No doubt these bloody politicians will start about 'hard working families' again soon, it's only 6 months till an election. New cars, kitchens and bathrooms will have to wait for this hard working family. Probably for two generations as we pay off Gorgon McDoom's astronomical debt for him.
Oh how I wish I was like a female in our street. She drives a nice shiny red Audi A3. I like them, would love one. Won't be seeing one outside our door in a hurry.
Miss Audi A3 doesn't work.
Sometimes at 6am when I'm looking at myself in the mirror contemplating another 12 hour day away from home I think, "you fecking mug".
Music tonight The Carpenters "Top of the World". My sister loved this song when she was a kid. Very easy listening, middle of the road stuff, but Karen's voice is incredible, a life cut too short.
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