Either way the outcome's the same. LACK OF DEMAND!
That'll be the demand we need to kick start the 'explosion' of private sector jobs the country was promised by the flower pot men in numbers 10 and 11 a couple of years ago. Yes, a couple of years ago. Two years and counting and in the meantime, due specifically to the economic policies adopted by Gideon and David, public spending is up and growth is down. But still they won't tear their eyes from plan A. The 'market' will sort itself out eventually we just have to cut to the bone. You couldn't make it up could you?
And you know what? The bulk of the cuts haven't hit home yet - and that's just the ones they've already announced. Presuming of course that there are no more embarrassing u-turns.
In the meantime the front bench are doing their insidious best to demonise benefit claimants as much as they can. Along with their friends in the media those at the bottom of the food chain are categorised as 'work shy', 'feckless' and 'feral'. Ignoring the fact that the vast majority of claimants have to claim to top up the piss poor wages they receive from the self-same private sector that's going to drag us out of the mire we are in. The self-same private sector that needs subsidising by the tax payer via tax credits for its employees because it can't/won't pay a living wage. Still, that's the 'market' for you - skewed as ever towards the feral capitalists at the top of the food chain.
Are we going to have to suffer another decade like the 1930s before somebody, somewhere wakes up to the fact that Plan A isn't working and we are sacrificing a generation on the whim of a couple of multi-millionaires with all the empathy of Pol Pot.
Probably.
A few weeks ago we attended the funeral of a dear friend. Barbara went relatively quickly - 3 months from diagnosis to the End. We gave a lift to Tracy and Wallace as they had no transport. They both joined us for a drink at the wake and reminisced about the past when all of us had been more active than we are now in the Labour movement. A bitter-sweet afternoon bathed in nostalgia and regret.
Today I attended Tracy's funeral at the same crematorium. She was 48.
As we waited to enter I learnt that another lifelong friend has MS.
Don't talk to me of 'God'.
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1 comment:
My Love To You For The Loss Of Your Friend Tracy.
Yes...re: 10+11........The Media is crutial ......they very cleverly started their Governing by creating the Lie that It is all Gordon Brown's Fault That Lie is now so imbeded that should Syria invade Alaska in 2027 it will ALL be dear Gordon's responsibilty! The result of the Media's obsession with "impartiality" is that The Lie is never challanged.Hey-Hoy :)
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