The Undeserving Poor

Baldrick · The Undeserving Poor

I found this on a blog I frequent. So, a big hat-tip to OH.

What do you think?

The undeserving poor are the new virus. Not bird flu, not influenza, not the Plague, not SARS.

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 sods 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.

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 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 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.

I don’t see it can continue. There will be a tipping point where either the untermensch decide (even more than they currently do) that they are as good as me and demand, quite literally, everything I own or the system will collapse like a cancer infested lung.

It’s going to get ugly. Very ugly indeed.

lil eva

Sounds spot on to me!

Woodfold

I think this puts it all in context Balders:

CLASSIC VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and sings and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

THE END

THE PC BRITISH VERSION:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and sings and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like him, are cold and starving.

The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the ant in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food. Britons are stunned that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty. The Labour Party, Greenpeace and The Grasshopper Council of GB demonstrate in front of the ant's house. The BBC, interrupting a Jamaican cultural festival special from Notting Hill with breaking news, broadcasts them singing "We Shall Overcome" Ken Livingstone rants in an interview with Trevor McDonald that the ant has gotten rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his "fair share".

In response to polls, the Labour Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant's taxes are reassessed, and he is also fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as helpers. Without enough money to pay both the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the government repossesses his home.

The ant moves to Spain, and starts a successful wine-exporting company. A Panorama special later shows the now fat grasshopper finishing up the last of the ant's food, though Spring is still months away, while the council house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he hasn't bothered to maintain it.

Inadequate government funding is blamed, Trevor Phillips is appointed to head a commission of enquiry that will cost £10,000,000. The grasshopper is soon dead of a drug overdose, the Daily Mirror blames it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequality. The abandoned house is taken over by a gang of immigrant spiders, praised by the government for enriching Britain's multicultural diversity, which promptly set up a marijuana plantation and terrorise the community.

THE END

Bravo

The poor but honest are still there, I have been that, and to some degree still am.