Thursday, 10 June 2010
Well, what can you say about this fucking shower? "We're in shit street," says Lord Snooty, "So you tell us which particular part of this 'society' you would like us to decimate."
It's politics and economics a la Simon shitbag Cowell, and I really don't know how I'm supposed to respond to it. Another Simon (Jenkins as it goes, who, I have to say, can sometimes write up a storm, whatever I - or anyone else - may think of him) advocates cutting the entire defence budget at a stroke, and it would be hard to argue with that if it didn't involve removing the ONLY jobs in most parts of this godforsaken shithole (I do love it so. Don't get me wrong) of a country. Not that I am in any way advocating war, I just think that the economic reality of removing those helicopter parts for Indonesia or Saudi Arabia will directly and adversely affect a large number of people in cul-de-sacs across the UK. Believe me, I have ridden the roller-coaster of the M57 and I know.
But digression, on this the eve of the World Cup, is hardly the thing, so I will press on with my thesis.
Are we supposed to decide which particular public service we like (or dislike) the most? Will there be heart-rending back stories of amputated Paras, cancer-ridden grannies, impoverished teachers providing their own chalk, or (a long shot this one, I know) displaced refugee children about to board a plane back to their homeland of murder and torture? Or perhaps a phone vote (premium rate, naturally) and a panel of irritating fuckwits to decide the outcome? I can just see Amanda Holden shedding tears all over her dress as she takes in the pleas of a fisherman from Grimsby (I'm struggling here...) while Simon smirks knowingly at her right shoulder...