Monday, June 23, 2008
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Stanislav's Rants on Guido (www.order-order.com) plus whatever else tickles my fancy.
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Yes, Bob, it is the bankers, for whom Cesare and Lucretia Winterton, Tony and Imelda Blair and Darren and Tracy Balls perform a very useful function as lightning conductors; whilst shouting at their relatively minor nose-troughing we miss the worthies at the Lord Mayor's fucking Banquet -how so very 18th century- robbing us blind in virtually every transaction we make and then robbing us again to recover from their own mistakes, McBroon and McBadger covering their masters' backs at every cynical step, framing policy to ease the lives of the obscenely wealthy.
Noses pressed up against the Dimbleby-screen, watching the revolting spectacle of the rich applauding themselves and their servants in government - as they forecast how hard it is going to be, for us but obviously not them - we almost invite the fucking up the arse they so kindly administer to us.
Nose to the grindstone, lads, shoulders to the wheel; we have Northern Rock to pay for and all those PFI wallahs will need their beer money soon. And all the early retirees on public sector pensions, they need keeping in Saga-luxury. The premier himself has set the tone, work day and night, doesn't matter if you do everything wrong, just be good, fuck-witted presbyterians.
Harder work for less wages. British vaaahl-ewes. And remember, this coming winter, wear lots of woollies and walk to work. Remember what's good for the bankers is good for you, it is they and not you who create the wealth, all of it, every fucking penny.
And remember, also, as Debbie, PA to Mr Screwtape sagely remarks, the bankers carefully look after your money as if it was their own. Because it is.
The Tory Bankers party, the Labour Bankers Party or the Toilet Bankers party; you pays, as they say, your money and you takes your choice. Not that, thanks to Channel Dimbleby, there is one.