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Tory twats at it again

The gloves are really off now, aren't they?

As the summer wears on, I become increasingly thankful that I no longer live in the UK.

It it hideous, watching aghast from afar as the Tories rip off their smug, complacent human masks to reveal that they are indeed the same shape-shifting lizards that they always were. 

Kiddies' playgrounds and a TB-detection service for the homeless are the latest funded schemes to go, this morning, following on from the ending of school repairs, changes to pensions that will affect the poorest in society, the cutting of legal aid for people in need, the withdrawing (then quick back-pedalling) of free milk for children, and yesterday that twat David Willetts (whose job title mometarily escapes me) suggesting that unemployed graduates should 'start businesses' on leaving college if they can't find work. 

Exactly what fucking planet do these people live on? A cosy, furry little world where mummy and daddy can't just buy Quentin a housey-wousy to live in, and then fund him in a business start-up before he goes on to a job in the Thity doesn't even occur to these people. They don't even know it exists. They don't know the rest of us even exist. 

Twenty years of this shite under Thatcher and her lickspittling cronies was what made me emigrate in the first place. The Tories of that era made me ashamed to be British and they destroyed everything that I had loved about my country. 

But this new lot appear to be no better and the way things currently look, they are, all of them, utterly unfit for government. I know - and everybody knows - that New Labour spent money like it was going out of fashion, and left the country in debt up to its eyeballs. But as for this 'big shit sandwich and we're all going to have to take a bite', when are they themselves going to tuck in?

Every measure they have so far introduced impacts on only the poorest, most vulnerable, most disenfranchised people in society.  I don't see Tories themselves suffering, or the upper classes or the middle classes. It's working class families who will be hit by every measure so far implemented. It is not City-banker public schools that are falling down, it's the schools that produce Britain's engineers and nurses and firemen. 

Let them just once manage on Jobseeker's allowance for a year, or live on a council estate plagued by drugs or gangs for six months, or be denied live-extending cancer drugs under the postcode lottery that is NICE, and then tell the rest of us how to live. 

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Margaret Thatcher, sadly not RIP

It was 30 years ago today...

ThatcherToday, apparently, it is 30 years since Margaret Thatcher got into power.

Then that makes it 30 years since the train was set in motion that led me to emigrate. 

I hated Thatcher. I mean LOATHED her. I hated everything she stood for, and everything she did. She destroyed my community, my family, everything that I was proud of. She made me ashamed to be British, and it was a deep-seated conviction that the country would never truly recover from her blight that led me, in 1999, to emigrate to France. 

Political commentators talk about Thatcher as 'polarising' even today. I'll say she was polarising. My working-class parents voted for her because they wanted to buy their council house. Until then, and afterwards, they were life-long Labour voters and believers in the trades union movement, but they betrayed their ideals for a carrot, like so many others.

My father was a miner and Thatcher came to power at a time when the trades unions were, as the Tories put it, 'holding Britain to ransom'. In truth, it was the Labour party they were holding to ransom under a weak leader who lacked the character to deal with the ultra-left wing members sufficiently harshly. After Labour lost power, it would take over a decade to purge the traditional party of the nutter-bastards that had taken it over in places such as Liverpool.

The trades unions needed curbing, but Thatcher and her evil crew went all out to destroy them entirely, leaving working people with no protection and no ability to bargain collectively for rights that had been so sorely won throughout the industrialisation of Britain. They have still never won those rights back. She even cooked up a false war to take people's eye off what she was really up to, as if anyone in Britain really cared about a bunch of penguin-infested hllocks in the South Atlantic. 

The Tory party that had once prided itself on 'compassionate Conservatism' merrily sold entire classes and areas of Britons down the drain throughout nearly two decades. 'Society' did not exist, we were told, and Britain was turned into a business - still called by New Labour without a trace of irony 'UK PLC'. Simon Jenkins - hardly a left-winger himself - wrote in The Times that Thatcher would never know how deeply, horribly tacky she was for selling off ad space on the Speaking Clock. The whole of the nation's family silver was up for grabs - usually to the Americans under the equally nauseating Reagan.

Well, a country is not a business, and it should not be run like a business. It does not benefit a nation to turn an entire generation into consumers with rights, but workers who have none. It does not benefit society to have the greatest disparity between rich and poor since the Victorian era.

Victorian Values my arse. Ding-dong, I'm glad she's gone - I only wish there was some way of undoing the damage. 

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