Well, it’s been a long time. If my manhood was that extended maybe my marriage would have survived!!
Yep, all this time away has not made me civilised.
I apologise for my vacation – suddenly having one’s life drain down the pan is not always a joy.
What I have had is first hand experience of the ruination of our country – yay! A short spell on the dole may not be much compared to some, but it’s enough to show me that the reality is not as our Government would paint it.
Some time ago a panel declared that the absolute minimum a person could survive on was £142 a fortnight. Then time passed. After below inflation rises for two years Dave C has decided we should pay 25% of our council tax as well. If you have a spare room and refuse to move into the smaller houses that don’t exist then you’ll lose about £14 from your rent too.
So your £142 a fortnight – remember this is the minimum a panel decided one could live on – is now £127. Add to this the 6% rise in energy, 3% rise in food prices etc. paired with just a 1% rise in benefits and those on welfare are now living well below the poverty line. And Cameron accuses them of wanting to stay there.
I’m lucky. I seem to have found a job. However, only begging and borrowing from relations has enabled me to afford to look for work. After all, I can’t just pay the train fare, I now have to pay the extra which goes towards the unearned and undeserved bonuses for rail bosses after another disastrous year. As for the Job-centre, they and their ancillary services have been less use than a poop soup bowl.
Now I can only pray that I earn enough to pay for private healthcare – since as of 1/4/2013, the Government has in a disguised and quiet way sold the NHS. The NHS is being forced to tender to the private sector under rules within which it cannot compete. More yay.
Cameron grumbles about the scroungers in our country. Perhaps some do ‘scrounge’ a welfare check that no longer enables them to feed their family healthy food, will never allow them holidays abroad or a reliable car. Meanwhile Cameron is born into money, which pays for his elite education, gets handed work through nepotism and is then hauled up the ladder by the monied ‘boys club’ that our festering politics has become. I guarantee if he’d been born poor in Chiswick he would not be prime-minister today.
Now he has not just a spare room but a spare home, earns more than most of us could hope for and will doubtless get a peerage or a lords seat to ensure a lifetime of privilege, along with the hundreds who sit in luxury only because of who their father was. These people have no concept of what it means to worry about meeting the bills, let alone going hungry to pay the rent. So who’s the real scrounger? Those living off the shit and waste of the rich, or those living on champagne and self-righteousness?
In the coming weeks I hope to get fully back on my feet. I’m housed again, self-employed and my first bits of work are arriving. Once I can breathe again I can return to all of those blends loyal, desperate or bored enough to remember I was ever here!!
Finally – it seems I have been accosted in my absence by an award from Rabbit. I should do my sarcastic best to respond, but in all honesty – Cameron has shafted everyone far better than I ever could. So what the hell, thanks Alice, we could all use a little sunshine right now…
Love to all 🙂