"A loaf of bread is better than nothing. Nothing is better than God. Therefore, a loaf of bread is better than God."
That was on the wall of my English classroom at school
WARNING: the following is a rant by a disillusioned and oppressed minority who is pi**ed off with the way things happen round here:
I find current policies oppressive to middle-class people and stifling to my human rights. Can I claim asylum? You might say "But your life isn't in danger!" Well, a 24-year old should be enjoying himself, not working every hour in a high-stress job in order to pay for the education that was his birth-right, paying for people to sit around and do s*d all 24/7. I will probably have an ulcer by the time I'm 30, maybe a heart-attack by 40. I would call that life threatening. Especially seeing as the f**king NHS that I have been paying into seems to evaporate into thin air.
Because I am working so hard I have little time to meet women (especially seeing as the women I want to meet have to work like I do) so it is becoming increasingly unlikely that I will ever have children to use the education system I am paying for (although no doubt there will be means-tested fees for playgroup by the time I have children). All the while, the g*ts I am paying to sit around and do s*d all are sprogging out bairns left right and centre because they have s*d all else to do, and they spend their dole on fags and lottery scratchcards instead of making use of the NHS I pay for them to use, and
getting their tubes tied.
Whilst I am working I occasionally have flashes of inspiration about stupidity in the way the country is run. For example, why does someone who is wilfully unemployed have the right to vote, a decision that can ultimately affect how the taxes I pay are spent? I don't attend the stockholders' meeting at some city bank and get a vote on how they should run their company, why should someone who isn't a stockholder in the UK get a vote on how UK PLC is run?
Why is it that when I go to the doctor, women with children are put ahead of me in the waiting room? I arrived there at 8am, I need to get to work to earn money to pay for that waiting room. Yet women with children waltz in at 9am and are seen by 9:30, but I am still sitting there at 11am getting more and more anxious that I have work to be doing or should be in a meeting. But god forbid I should use my mobile in the waiting room, I might disturb the children. Now I know that children are delicate, but they don't need to get to work. I will always give up my seat for an elderly person or mother with children on the bus, but I certainly wouldn't get off the bus and wait 3 hours for the hell of it!
Why is it that I pay for an education system, and then have to pay for the education I received in order to pay more taxes? I'm doing the country a favour! You wouldn't say "Right, you builders might be building a hospital (as if we'll have any new hospitals), but because you have a special skill, we're going to tax you on it.". Hey, why not have a "bed-skills" tax? Anyone who takes the time and effort to do a good job in bed gets taxed, whilst Two-Push Peters get given a grant for improvement?
Oh, but that education system, for those few short years it is free, is strangled and restrained by political correctness. My mum is a primary teacher, and as well as being banned from using words such as "blackboard", she is also not allowed to correct spoken mispronunciations and bad grammar. I don't mean so much local variations ("laugh" and "laff"), I mean saying "free" when one intends to indicate an integer between "two" and "four" can no longer be corrected). "Ain't" is apparently correct also. A friend of mine who teaches primary tells me that an increasing number of children come into her school who can't even string a whole sentence together because their parents address them with grunts! God forbid children should be taught to speak correct English at school!!!
Now that is what gets me ****ed off about British-born Anglo-Saxons in the UK. On top of that, apply all of the above to the majority of asylum seekers who come here to r*pe and pillage our land (albeit on paper rather than Viking style) and you can see why I am haemorrhaging over this. I have nothing against the small number of genuine asylum seekers living here. In fact I would support bringing a million people here if they were at actual risk of genocide. But we wouldn't have the means, because we are choked up with so many thieving b*stards (our own plus imported). What use is compassion if it is lavished on the undeserving whilst the deserving starve?
Right, I'm off for some milk of magnesia and some relaxing chanting.