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“This week’s employment figures are good news for working people. With our country facing new risks in the global economy, we will stick to our plan to continue delivering jobs and security across the UK.”

Risks, I presume from the £1.56tn, and growing, national debt of the United Kingdom. The one that really doesn’t matter who the fuck created, it isn’t going away by cutting the ability to create work. It’s simple mathematics that a child could understand.

This isn’t trimming the food bill down at Tesco the month after the holidays because the Christmas spend has been ‘a touch on the side of the gregarious’.

Risks, I again presume from the bubble created by the stripping of state assets world wide, which has already caused the Asian markets to devolve into chaos not once, but twice – and it isn’t even February yet.

The above quote, was from the words of the one true Lard of the Manor-born, Porcine Minister of the United Kingdom himself, David Cameron on 21 January at 12:32.


…I felt compelled. Driven, a fucking oracular sense to speak. So. Eight minutes later, I responded.

Where are these jobs David…in private business?

All I see are insecure, temporary based employment positions; fake jobs and basically intern-ships that fudge your numbers to make it look like there is in any way not a crisis of real full-time employment out there.

I used to work for the Civil Service here in Northern Ireland and I never once met a ‘sponger’, or someone who wouldn’t want to work if they could find access to prospects that could suit their specific circumstances – people get demonised as it’s easier than accepting the truth that for those at the bottom of the net, job prospects are dismal.

And for people in my position, with my education, they too are also now dismal.

It’s ‘trickle up decay’, and it’ll hit your class also.

There are plenty of jobs that need done in the United Kingdom, but no one is providing them. Your cutting of the state is the absolute opposite of what you should be doing, and you bloody well know it.

We’re not the only country in this position, and you don’t even need a degree in economics to read the data and see that we are haemorrhaging the future of not just my generation, but that of my younger brother’s, and beyond.

Now, as much as I try to not get involved in what other human beings get up to – my love/hate/hate/love relationship being the primary reason – there’s a certain frantic, febrile, burrowing feeling in my soul as I listen to this constant stream of Orwellian (or Lloydian/Moorish, depending on which side your cup of tea is buttered on) nonsense that is being trotted out.

I am never one for likes, for social appreciation and the oul’ enjoyment of one’s comments landing a dig so severely polished that everyone else gives you a wee, “Good for you son.”

…but it was nice to see such an almost unanimous response of sense, bar the odd person in a position of comfortability. You know the type, normal hard working people with two-point-four wives and a time-share child Cyprus. Grafters who have worked hard to get into the position they’ve been, no help, all their own ball-sweat and stunning ravished perspiration.

Over a week later and I’m still getting people commenting on it, liking it. Talking about it. I’m so happy to not be alone in thinking the we’re three days away from a fire-sale before the year ends.

As much as I use social media in the exact manner that it was designed to be used for – bar the selfies – which as someone with NPD (Narcissistic Personalty Disorder), and having been a photographer, I just don’t get. Although that in itself is a bit of bullshit, because statues were the original selfies. I’m just getting old, feeling a touch too ugly to join the shining masses(1), like Brian, Daisy, Mike and Tim walking up the stairs to Amber’s party in Spaced.

who all look great, there’s no denying it.

in between the #sandinmycrotch, #brianblessed commentary that makes me think that somewhere, somehow they are also crippled by the same good old anxiety I’m crippled by just looking in the mirror. They’re just sharing it with everyone in a manner that it dissipates in some fantastic shared release.

Like an anxiety orgy.


That said: I had this to say to David, and I’m quite glad that hundreds of folks ended up getting behind it.

There’s something to be said for luck and timing in what I said, how, and when I said it. I’m under no illusion that making my post a mere eight minutes after his ridiculous social media update helped; though in the ensuing debate I managed to find another fellow Aspie (Asperger’s Syndrome for the uninitiated) who happened to be a happy Tory. This was…

…a shock. Though I can appreciate his interest in graft, and his own admittance to having a lack of empathy for other folks who haven’t had his course in life. He’s come out on top, and I’m fucking absolutely ecstatic with that.

Inspiration even, comes to mind. Though it does not for one minute negate the facts, the drivelling cognitive dissonance that is banging through the airwaves like a chocolate swamp of shite being poured into your ears, your mother’s ears, your children’s ears.


Better together.

Trickle up.


What insecure, temporary, zero-hour lumps of facile cheese fiddled trouser wallop.

So, I continued.

David, Graeme, Joshua and Simon here give to me at my leisure, quivering quips quintessing whilst lunches were eaten, and keyboards were battered within an inch of their dust-ridden underbellies – and the first three quite possibly posting from their rather comfortable car dealership/IT recruitment agency desks, made it all the funnier.

Whilst Simon the aforementioned Aspie, I was quite happy to debate with. At a level of intelligence too that didn’t want to make me jam the nearest hand crafted artisan football I’d recently had delivered by, as you might imagine Canadian Owl, into my windpipe and inflate it as slowly as physically possible.

But there are jobs. I’m hounded with emails every morning with IT/Computer related jobs.

Experience is the best thing on a CV and leads to security with further employment and experienced skilled individuals, they are certainly not something i’d criticise.

Nobody owes us a living.  Small van sales are up massively. More small businesses seeing fit to buy or increase their fleet. Why do you think that is? The private sector is growing at a good rate, while the public sector moan about hours and ‘conditions’.

The country is in a far better state, and nothing you can say will change that. There are many job vacancies in the Midlands – just that too many British people are unqualified or too bone idle to apply. Matthew Alexander Patton that’s it, divert from my point.

Anti Tory Bandwagon. You are clearly a bigot. Nothing anyone says or shows to you will change you. Bigot because nothing anyone says will change your opinion. Look it up.

And of course, that has quite a safe serve back towards centre-court, by myself.

Pardon the splurge. It’s been a while since the Internet has made me wish it had an off button.

And are you aware of how many applicants are applying for each singular position?

My friends in HR tell me that the numbers go up weekly. There are far more people than there are jobs, and it’s not a population issue, it is directly an issue with job creation – there are not enough chairs at the table being created, and with the dissolving state we are in fact taking away chairs and telling everyone that we don’t have any room left at the table in this country, for ourselves let alone emigrants.

…all the while property lies dormant, and second homes are used as safety deposit boxes for those already on the ladder.

Also, how does a job in IT or Computing relate at all to someone with hands on experience in Gardening, or a background in Manual Labour?


Simon, if experience put food on the table then I’m sure more people would really love that experience.

Try buying food with experience, try raising children with experience.

Simon Chapman, you did not pay for your children’s food with experience – you paid for it with money.

Don’t lie. You’re intentionally bending the word experience to mean, earning money. Which is not what we’re talking about here. Internships and steps to work schemes that don’t pay enough to live on, are the issue here.

That said, I appreciate your story and your point; just recognise that you’re lucky that it worked out that way for you. Most people cannot afford to make the sacrifices you clearly made to get where you have arrived at in life, and fair play to that.

And, as private sector jobs are not expanding right across all sectors, and the public sector is being dismantled – this leads to a net loss of jobs, that, the government is in fact in total control of.

This is my point. And you either are being intentionally thick with it, or you are genuinely not aware of this – both are terrible.

Education, Energy, Health, the Parks Service, the Roads Service – all major infrastructure, and the ability to maintain what I like to call the ‘toilet paper’ that makes everything function. Is all being outsourced privately, downsized for profits over people, and closing out in the process the ability to provide fair, secure jobs that could easily be supported by the state and have been provided by the state in the past, under these Labour governments that you speak of.

And on that note, I’m not even the biggest fan of past-Labour, all this centrist nonsense has destroyed us.

So, that said, on a more personal point. That’s fantastic that your one specific sector is on the rise, what is that sector, may I ask?

Simon, to end, if you think this country is in a good state now in comparison to six years ago – you actually won’t be shocked by what will transpire in the coming year, because denialists always trumpet to the end.


The private sector is for the most part, fixated at the bottom line. We need to put people before profit, because no matter what you think money doesn’t mean anything unless there is an economy to use it with. Look at the minimum wage in comparison to actual inflation, Google it because to tell you it would be spoon feeding you information you, as a working person, should already know about.

Food banks, zero-hour contracts, inflation ratio against a complete lack of wage increases as an average, homelessness, personal debt increases, people paying 60% of their income in rent, foreclosure rates…

A better state, you’re deluded. As insulting as that sounds, and I don’t mean it that way, it’s just the truth.


So David, what you are saying is that we have an education issue? This I can agree with.

How do we solve that, instead of crying about it from our pedestals of education and employment?

Why are people bone-idle, how do people fall through the net?

Stop looking at ‘these people’ as hopeless cases to fuck on the dust-pile, that could be you one day. Look at how we can help create jobs that people are qualified for, that people can educate themselves for. Or have you noticed that education isn’t actually free?

Failing that. What would happen if like circa-1997 we got ‘everyone’ a degree and people find themselves still under-qualified.

And, for Graeme in particular – who was less than impressed that I called him Graham.

Also, please look up the word bigot:

“…a person who is intolerant towards those holding different opinions.”

I tolerate your opinions, I just think they’re wrong.

Now, at this point I should admit that I considered myself an anarchist for quite some time – and now consider myself a ‘Libertarian Socialist’ – whatever the fuck all of these labels and terms that elongate and obfuscate the debate of action, whilst we talk and talk on and ever on, even really mean in the face of the glaring daily tragic lack of humanity on display.

We’re a culture of talking, not doing. Climate change creeping in our windows and slicing our throats in the night with a spoon, a little bit at a time just so we don’t notice whilst the inertia needed to make everything move creaks forwards.

Drowning in letting people have their say.

Like, if during the film Aliens, a Face-hugger slowly but surely starts giving you the eye, saddles up and goes to take your space-virginity; and before you’ve even realised your opening salvo. Your questioning retort about human rights, consent and the merits of getting to know someone before ‘going all the way’ – whilst you’ve been postulating the best way to broach the subject of not being parasitically invaded – a Xenomorph has already erupted from your chest.

Oh, poor you.

Stop talking and fucking do something. And I include myself in that.


Now, before I finish listening to Team Fresh for the thirteenth time on repeat whilst writing this (Bandcamp link above, give the lads some ear time) – no, no one owes you anything, but speaking as a human being; wouldn’t it absolutely amazing that as a species we could leave behind the arrogance of thinking that we as individuals are special little creatures, and that collectively we can aim to aspire to be great together?

Instead of just fucking scrambling to the top. We can still compete, but let everyone have a fair dig at the flag on top of the castle.

Otherwise, what the hell are we doing here?

‘Trickle up decay’ is no small matter – and if you consider the human race as an living cellular organism (and it is), with each of us working components of it; if from the bottom up a necrosis starts happening, a starvation of nutrients so to speak, then that’s not going to stop with just the affected area.

That’s going to grow.

Unless of course, you cut off the diseased parts completely…

And I can imagine, you easily see the territory that we’ve suddenly strayed into there.

Smile, we’re all on camera sure!

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