June 30, 2010
Well, It's A Start
According to this around 600,000 public sector jobs will go by 2015.
About bloody time.
Now, if we could only lose the other 4.92 million, we'd be in good shape. All that leaves is the remaining 650 oxygen thieves in Westminster.
I'd just like to know why we are taking five years to forcibly remove these people. I see no need for any of them. Particularly those called Outreach Champion For One Legged Lesbian Jews With A Craving To Embrace Christianity. Or anyone with "Diversity" anywhere in their job title. Let's not arse around. Let's just dump them all. Today.
Look, if just 650 wankers need 5 million people in the back office, something is dreadfully wrong. We all know that the one-eyed bogey chomper instructed his team of misfits to create jobs by the million. Since they aren't, by nature, friends of business, the only thing they could do was swell their own ranks. Often by making up jobs shortly after dropping acid. How else did we end up with all these fuckwits, who work on average 9 years less than the great unwashed, if it wasn't in a drug induced stupor?
Welcome to the real world. Out here you perform or you get your cards. Out here, if you want a pension, you fucking well pay for it yourself. Out here, if you consistently fail to show up, you get shown the door.
Naturally, you will whine. You will be busy working on your placards as I type this. You will be the most animated you have been for more than a decade. You will be howling at your union reps and you will be planning the strikes. You will be out on the streets and you will be begging for public sympathy.
Don't be chapping my door looking for a kind word. Don't be bleating to me about how tough life is.
I paid for your incompetency. I paid while you sat on your arses at home. I paid the huge settlement cheques when you were fired for being useless. I paid for your legal aid when you were caught stealing. I paid for your accommodation when you were gaoled for killing people while texting at 70 miles an hour. I paid for your fucking wine. I paid for all those immigrants that arrived and sucked up our badly needed housing and NHS resources. I paid for that failed £5.2 billion IT project. It was me, and the other Working Few that sat, helpless, as Labour wasted over four thousand pounds per second while they were in office. In short, I, and my fellow taxpayers funded it all. That wasn't enough though, was it? You had to go on spending, go on milking, go on wasting. Your motto was "Spend, spend, spend".
Now you can pay me back. You can sit at home on £60 a week and think about what you did.
You can think about how miserable you made me and millions of others by reinforcing petty rules and needless regulations. Because of you, and that army of Labour drones, my tax rocketed. As my tax rocketed, my freedoms were removed, one by one. I waited. I watched, and I waited. Because I knew payback was coming. That payback has a name.
Look it up. Under "Karma" it says compensation and retribution. You were wrongly compensated for fucking up our country, and this part is called retribution. You are reaping the whirlwind.
Let me know how that goes for you.
PS-late edit. Nip round to Bucko's gaff to see just how lazy these fuckers are. I thought it was just me being miserable. Seems not. They are bone idle.