When leeches shriek
"It's so unfair!" Little Harriet beat her fists against Tommy Legg's chest. "I hate you I hate you I hate you!" She fell to the floor and thrashed her arms and legs, screaming through spittle while her face ranged from red to purple. "I won't do it. I won't." Tommy Legg raised his eyebrows. "Now, Harriet, if you're not a good girl, I'll take away your second doll's house and give it back to the people who paid for it. You wouldn't like that, now would you?" Is that how our ministers like to see themselves? It's how they look from down here in pleb-land. Fully aware that the public despise them for the years of fraudulent opulence they have lived, well aware that a large and growing number would like to see them not only ousted from office, but tried in court too, still they scream and blubber and show reactions worthy of a two-year-old who has just been denied a Curly Wurly before tea. Little Spoiled Harriet, all pigtails and pouts, has decided that the report exposing their rapacious appetites for other people's money can be shelved until it's been watered down. She sees no reason why her family should not be able to tap into the endless fount of taxpayer's cash along with her and she's going to stamp her little feet until she gets her way. Her gang all feel the same way too. She really needs to catch up with her history homework, although I suppose history was pretty much banned twelve years ago. Miss Harman said Ipsa will have to be sure that MPs ‘can both be in their constituency as well as in Westminster’. She added: ‘No one wants to get back to a situation where MPs were sent to Westminster and then they said to their constituents “see you again in five years”. A quote comparing modern times, when you can get from Aberdeen to London in a matter of hours by train, to the times when that same trip took weeks by horse and cart. How many people, from all over the country, have been expected to attend a business meeting hundreds of miles away with no provision for overnight stay? That sort of thing is not for Harriet. Oh dear no. Bed and breakfast? Perish the thought! She needs a whole extra house for her trips and the whole family on the payroll so they can come with her. We have these special things called 'trains' these days, Harriet, and MPs have among the few salaries that can still afford to use them. You don't have to wait for the horses to get their breath back any more. MPs are furious at the prospect of having to sell their second homes and move into rented accommodation. Some warn it will make it impossible for all but the wealthiest MPs to have their families with them in London. My brother often has to spend time in other cities, sometimes abroad, as part of his job. He cannot take his family with him and has no option to add them to his expenses at all. If he tried, he'd be sacked at once. Why are MPs special in this regard? It's not like jury service. You don't have to take the job. Others warn that women MPs could be forced to travel long distances back to their constituencies on late night public transport. Women from all walks of life have to travel long distances after work, in the dark, on late night public transport. Why is an MP more valuable than any of those women? Perhaps if MPs had to take the midnight meat train once in a while, it might spur them into thinking that perhaps they should consider dispensing with all those targets and forms and let the police actually do their job. Perhaps they would realise just how dangerous their imported and home-grown feral gangs have become. Ah, but they do realise. That's why the idea that they should have to take the same trains as the proles fills their hearts with fear and their trousers with soil. If they can't avoid the problems, they might have to do something about fixing them and they really have no idea where to start. Avoidance is easier, and easier still when those who risk the journey every day have to pay for the MPs safe haven. As for the family business of being an MP, well, Harriet puts on her darkest pout and clenches her fists. Nepotism cannot be made retrospectively immoral even though it already was. This 'socialist' believes that power sharing should extend only to those of the correct breeding. You can't start letting the plebs in. No, the dynasty must endure. ‘I think if they are going to suggest something it should be for the future, they can't simply say “you have all got to be made redundant”.’ Why not, Harriet? We're saying it about every MP in there, why not their inbred personnel departments too? The very fact that MPs, and especially Labour ministers, are still worried about this suggests two things. One, that they really don't understand what is comng for them in May, and two, that they care absolutely nothing for what any of us think. Even Charles the First wasn't this much out of touch. It didn't end too happily for him. Harriet, best get back to that history homework. Soon you'll be tested on it. http://bastardoldholborn.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-leeches-shriek.html
"It's so unfair!" Little Harriet beat her fists against Tommy Legg's chest. "I hate you I hate you I hate you!" She fell to the floor and thrashed her arms and legs, screaming through spittle while her face ranged from red to purple. "I won't do it. I won't." Tommy Legg raised his eyebrows. "Now, Harriet, if you're not a good girl, I'll take away your second doll's house and give it back to the people who paid for it. You wouldn't like that, now would you?" Is that how our ministers like to see themselves? It's how they look from down here in pleb-land. Fully aware that the public despise them for the years of fraudulent opulence they have lived, well aware that a large and growing number would like to see them not only ousted from office, but tried in court too, still they scream and blubber and show reactions worthy of a two-year-old who has just been denied a Curly Wurly before tea. Little Spoiled Harriet, all pigtails and pouts, has decided that the report exposing their rapacious appetites for other people's money can be shelved until it's been watered down. She sees no reason why her family should not be able to tap into the endless fount of taxpayer's cash along with her and she's going to stamp her little feet until she gets her way. Her gang all feel the same way too. She really needs to catch up with her history homework, although I suppose history was pretty much banned twelve years ago. Miss Harman said Ipsa will have to be sure that MPs ‘can both be in their constituency as well as in Westminster’. She added: ‘No one wants to get back to a situation where MPs were sent to Westminster and then they said to their constituents “see you again in five years”. A quote comparing modern times, when you can get from Aberdeen to London in a matter of hours by train, to the times when that same trip took weeks by horse and cart. How many people, from all over the country, have been expected to attend a business meeting hundreds of miles away with no provision for overnight stay? That sort of thing is not for Harriet. Oh dear no. Bed and breakfast? Perish the thought! She needs a whole extra house for her trips and the whole family on the payroll so they can come with her. We have these special things called 'trains' these days, Harriet, and MPs have among the few salaries that can still afford to use them. You don't have to wait for the horses to get their breath back any more. MPs are furious at the prospect of having to sell their second homes and move into rented accommodation. Some warn it will make it impossible for all but the wealthiest MPs to have their families with them in London. My brother often has to spend time in other cities, sometimes abroad, as part of his job. He cannot take his family with him and has no option to add them to his expenses at all. If he tried, he'd be sacked at once. Why are MPs special in this regard? It's not like jury service. You don't have to take the job. Others warn that women MPs could be forced to travel long distances back to their constituencies on late night public transport. Women from all walks of life have to travel long distances after work, in the dark, on late night public transport. Why is an MP more valuable than any of those women? Perhaps if MPs had to take the midnight meat train once in a while, it might spur them into thinking that perhaps they should consider dispensing with all those targets and forms and let the police actually do their job. Perhaps they would realise just how dangerous their imported and home-grown feral gangs have become. Ah, but they do realise. That's why the idea that they should have to take the same trains as the proles fills their hearts with fear and their trousers with soil. If they can't avoid the problems, they might have to do something about fixing them and they really have no idea where to start. Avoidance is easier, and easier still when those who risk the journey every day have to pay for the MPs safe haven. As for the family business of being an MP, well, Harriet puts on her darkest pout and clenches her fists. Nepotism cannot be made retrospectively immoral even though it already was. This 'socialist' believes that power sharing should extend only to those of the correct breeding. You can't start letting the plebs in. No, the dynasty must endure. ‘I think if they are going to suggest something it should be for the future, they can't simply say “you have all got to be made redundant”.’ Why not, Harriet? We're saying it about every MP in there, why not their inbred personnel departments too? The very fact that MPs, and especially Labour ministers, are still worried about this suggests two things. One, that they really don't understand what is comng for them in May, and two, that they care absolutely nothing for what any of us think. Even Charles the First wasn't this much out of touch. It didn't end too happily for him. Harriet, best get back to that history homework. Soon you'll be tested on it. http://bastardoldholborn.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-leeches-shriek.html