Monday, September 14, 2009

One Thing Occurs to Me...

A frequent refrain on many and many a blog, concerns Noo-Laybuh's 'client state'. The feckless, the fuckless, the brainless. These legions of chavs, parked up on the DFS sofa with the Lambert & Butlers and the cans of Spesh.

I can't for the life of me work out why people get so exercised about 'em. After all, if intelligent (theoretically) hard-working tax payers feel voting isn't worth the candle, what on earth makes anyone think that the national pond-life academy'll bestir themselves? Even assuming they know what a vote is, leave alone the importance of casting it.

Labour may have engendered a client state, it's true; but it also made sure that it comprises absolute fucking morons. I'm really not that worried.


Vote? Wassafack's 'at 'en? Naahhh, let samavvah cant dooova job, innit...

4 comments:

James Higham said...

Someone speculated recently about whether any of these people would even get a job in industry once they're turfed out next year. There might be many of them on the dole queue for a week until their name becomes known. It would be nice to see Caroline flint trying to sign on in her designer gear.

Mac the Knife said...

JH: I wonder if 'Stopping flying Nokias with my forehead' is a marketable skill?

Leg-iron said...

Well, Labour created them, but Labour also made sure they couldn't spell 'X'.

Shot themselves in the foot there.

Mac the Knife said...

LI: It's a cheering thought isn't it...