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The Budget Review

Could you imagine? How boring would that be, and pointless. They grind you down these buggers that’s for sure. Yesterday, a columnist from The Times remarked on Twitter that to refer to David Cameron as ‘Dave’ and George Osborne as ‘Gideon’ (our beloved PM and Chancellor sidekick) is to ‘not help our case’. The blog is guilty as charged and I wondered why I do it. I also wondered what would help the case of those of us diametrically opposed to so much of what the government stands for and came up with: pretty much nothing. We are stuck with them now it seems whilst we, as my friend judiciously observed yesterday, squabble amongst ourselves.

The country’s biggest Welfare Reform ever looms and whilst there was clearly a need for change, the lack of incisive detail worries many of us who work with people who will be affected. There is also a hideous undercurrent to the agenda, manifested by those who will be most affected by the changes: lone parents with children. It seems that the millionaires that rule the country, will not stand for the feckless poor procreating with abandon. It’s nearly Victorian in ideology. Meanwhile I hear people say things that they most certainly wouldn’t have voiced a few years ago. Everyone is looking for someone to look down on, someone to blame.

This government seems to have shown equality the door. Only this morning Gideon was harping on about wanting to help those who wanted to get on. God forbid that those of us lucky enough to get on should support the indolent, less fortunate souls. And I have a problem with the Conservative definition of ‘getting on’. It means material wealth and paying taxes doesn’t it – unless of course you are a global corporation… By that definition of wanting to ‘get on’ I suppose we can exclude such luminaries as Gandhi, Mother Theresa and Jesus Christ Almighty too. Not holding down a full time job in the rat run? Worthless! What about people who want to ‘get on’ but for reasons of accident of birth, or poor access to education are trapped in poverty and a generational cycle of no hope? Cannon fodder I suppose. Expendable, dispensable, to blame. It really does make me sick. I might call the architects of the chaos Dave and Gideon, but believe me, when I think about them and what they are doing to society for more than 30 seconds I really want to call them a lot, lot worse.

Image from the excellent cartoon blog by Gary Barker here

Gideon Oddball’s Fudget (a.k.a. George Osborne’s Budget)

I would analyse yesterday’s rubbish spewing from the Chancellor’s maw (first name Gideon until he changed it), but you know what? I can’t be bothered. I’m too tired. And be warned people, that is how they will keep getting away with it. It will be because people like you and me, with no money, who work but can barely make ends meet, will not have the energy to keep opposing the coalition government policies.

We won’t have to time to protest, and if by chance we do, we won’t be able to afford the petrol or the train ticket to get there. We will be In Our Place and we will be silenced and those cock-eyed, ignorant pillocks on the government Front Bench will keep feathering their nests and those of their mates. Apparently, the money a millionaire will save in tax, thanks to yesterday’s budget, will keep them in a new Porsche EVERY YEAR. Meanwhile the pensioners’ ever-diminishing pots will continue to be raided. Under a stimulus package for growth, things are starting to pick up in the States. Over here the austerity cuts have had had a negligible effect on the deficit and many of those of us on modest incomes aren’t spending because we are tired and miserable and fed-up. I can’t speak for people on benefits, but my professional experience shows me that to be a benefit claimant under the coalition is little different from being a fox hunted by a pack of hounds. The current benefit regime is putting people constantly under pressure to find jobs that either don’t exist, or that they are wildly unsuited for.

Gideon Oddball and his loathsome spamhead mates are nothing more than throwbacks to the Victorian landed gentry. I wish someone would kick them out and find them a more natural home where we can pay through the nose, only if we want to see them.

*and breathe*