To be honest, I just can't be bothered ranting about all the shit and injustice there is in this country.
I really have had enough of the hypocrisy of those in charge, the injustices meeted out on the disadvantaged in this country while those in power talk about fixing our problems and do the fucking opposite.
Next year I have no doubt it'll be same shit, different government.
I hope to god that at some point the British public wake up, but I'm pretty sure that the masses won't dissapoint me and do absolutely fuck all about it.
What started this off you may ask? Well, I started a blog on how the poor pay more tax (relative to income), higher fuel costs, higher government costs, and how generally people could be empowered by the government getting the fuck out of their lives. But that won't happen, the government needs to control.
I'm now very much in contact with the government harness that they are placing around us. I can see it and feel it, it is in my life every day. To those in the middle classes lucky enough not to encounter it, or to see it as only a minor irritation I say good on you. But you will encounter it eventually, just as the lower classes have.
I may as well rant to myself rather than type it out here. My life is shit and to be honest its going to be depressing reading. I doubt you'd enjoy it. It's not like I'm changing the world by doing this am I? Is anyone able to change things taking any notice? No. So, I ask myself, whats the fucking point in sitting here ranting?
No, there isn't any.
Apart from This: To all the ranters that have a pop at those on benefits and their inability to do anything to improve their situation: You have to be in the shoes of those on benefits to appreciate the depressing banality of life, the soul-sucking pointlessness of attempting to improve your situation, the huge injustice of a barely escapable system clearly designed (despite government spin) to trap you into the benefit culture, before you cast judgement.
Eight years ago I was an I.T. manager earning a quite sizeable wedge of money. Fate, family issues and a pretty piss-poor support system for my disabled son meant I'm now here, at the bottom of the pond looking up. It could happen to any one of you.
The Miller’s Tale (with apologies to Chaucer!) - “Now herkneth,” quod the Millere, “alle and some”! But shorte I make an apoligacion That I am breiv; I knowe it by my soun. And therfore if tha...
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