Another Angry Liberal
I’ve realised why I don’t like this country anymore. It scares me. There used to be a day where brother protected brother, and it wasn’t decided by blood or kin, but by being born, by not showing aggression to one another. Now it’s dog eat dog, and why? So a few fat cats at the top can sip on champagne, and laugh at the poor begging in the streets. I was in London a few months back walking through Vauxhall underground, and there was a homeless woman wrapped in a duvet case. No duvet. Just the case - in January. I was in a t-shirt, cardigan, and coat, and I was cold enough. She’d been there for 5 hours, and I was apparently the first to give her anything. Not too long later, I see an article about the House of Lords claiming they couldn’t possibly share catering with the House of Commons (in order to find ways to cut the budget, and for once looking within their own quarters) because they ‘may not have as fancy champagne’. Well, my dear lords and ladies, if it’s champagne you want pop down to Tesco’s, get the Butler to do it if you can’t find the time, and buy a bottle out of your own back pocket. I can’t afford champagne for myself, yet during the downfall of not-so-Great Britain I’m expected to foot the bill for some rich tosser’s bubbly? FUCK OFF YOU POSH PRICK!
I don’t now about you, but I’ve had just about enough. Going back to the homeless woman, she reiterated something to me which I knew anyway, but hearing it from the mouth of someone forced to go through it was just a kick in the gut - She required £14 for a hostel for a week. If she got that, she could apply for housing benefit to cover that cost, and with a permanent residence could have been accepted. But she didn’t, and without a permanent residence, you can’t apply for housing benefit. That’s right, you can’t afford rent of even *£14* and the government goes “Homeless? Well, then why do you need to pay rent? Consider yourself lucky! You’d only buy drugs anyway. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to buy a crate of champers to bath in. Tuh-Tah!”










