The Morning Star of the weekend 31 May to June 01, tells us of the problem now being experienced by the Food Banks at Harringay, Peckham and Brixton, among others. The explosion in the use of food banks has seen a number of Tories say bollocks. All these crap statements have been listed.
Despite the proliferation of food banks the folk of Newark are still confused. They have a by election in three days, and polling by Lord Ashcroft has the Tories in the lead closely followed by UKIP. The Tory candidate is another millionaire, masquerading as normality. Support for UKIP is 27%, everyone is fucking desperate – they’d have to be. I am not any fan of Blair. Yes, I think he’s a greasy fucker, but someone’s gotta do the smacking of ranting racist Farage. Conversely though it is UKIP which has slapped Labour’s face with a reality check.
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The repulsive so called Help to Work scheme is the brain child of twisted toff Osborne, someone who only has shit for brains. Its been immediately hated and has had to delay as no organisation was willing to drink from the poisoned chalice except Salvation Army. Its delay is “more evidence that this punitive, botched and poor thought-out scheme is heading for the rubbish bin of history” by Andy Benson of the National Coalition for Independent Action, a group which co-founded Keep Volunteering Voluntary. This fucking scheme is nothing to do with helping people to find work, it has no purpose other than to make people’s life a fucking misery. Its all about grinding the poor into the gutter again and again and again and again and again and fucking again and fucking again and again and motherfucking again. You fucking piece of poor shit. Fuck you with your ladder of social mobility – who the fuck do you think you are – John fucking Major? But who can better represent our class then a trustafarian millionaire fuckwit who has never done a hard days work in his fucking life?
Someone with an intuitive insight to the present situation is the grotesque arse Pickles. The other day he was in a room full of pissed Tories and came out with this shit, from cunt Guy Fawkes:
“I say this in modesty, but I think we have probably achieved more in the first term, that the blessed Margaret did in hers… [Interruption, boos.] That’s what I like, blind obedience. It’s that second term when the big reforms came in. It’s her second term that made that really big difference.”
One aspect of the disabled community which sustained a terminal blow is the so-called Olympic legacy. There is no Olympic legacy. The performers were thrown on the fucking scrap heap. One such person is Jon Pollock. Back in 2012 hopeful Tim Hollingsworth, the head of the British Paralympic Association talked about what he wanted to do: “London provided this fantastic platform, but it was the starting point. Now we’re at the foot of the mountain. We know where we’re going, but we’re at the foot of the mountain.” Wonderfully prophetic words from the sportsman, unfortunately we are still scaling the tricky bit.
Talking about prophetic though here’s a bit of Goebbels: “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”