A squeezed economy gives every collection of halfwitted chancers the opportunity to slip their own nasty little wheezes through the back door under the blanket of economic necessity.
So it should be no surprise that the high priests of stasiism have started lobbying the fountainhead of authoritarianism to cut costs on churning out free bus passes for pensioners. Producing passes costs money, and that’s money that could be saved if the old dears used those nice new ID cards instead. And Meg Hillier, Minister in charge of knowing where you live, is, of course, more than happy to have her arm twisted up her back on the issue.
Standing out amidst all the other shit dripped on us by this toxic collection of faceless megalomaniacs over the last 13 years is their sheer gracelessness in defeat. Nobody wants their bloody cards, nobody supports their grubby meddling in our lives: even from a position of power they can’t make their own flaccid arguments stand up, but will they just quietly move on to something else? Will they bugger. With all the shameless determination of the truly second rate to prove somehow, anyhow, that they are right they keep on trying to stuff their poxy cards down our throats.
I, along with large numbers of other people it seems, had a bit of a wobble a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t see a photo of Cameron without thinking of all the people whose lives are going to be buggered up just a little bit more by the return of the Conservatives and their less than caring approach to those at the bottom of the heap. Thanks for putting me right again Meg. Cameron might want to drown the minimum wage in formaldehyde, but Labour wants to steal our soul.
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