Ahh, remember, remember, the 30th of November... The day of the public sector strike. Nurses fucked off to stand on picket lines for the day, alongside teachers and probably school dinner ladies and university lecturers. I'm not quite sure who else, but anyone in the public sector really, you know, helping the public. I have no problem with this because they are making a stand. Why should they take a cut in their pensions when they're being forced to pay more into the scheme as well? It makes no sense. Yes, I know that we are in a recession, but aren't 70,000 jobs being gotten rid of over the coming years as well? Shouldn't that spare us a few extra pennies? I mean, obviously you could get the funds from somewhere else, but the public sector is easy. They're just there, we can lob off a few more jobs here and there...
I don't know why they don't look back onto those mega-rich independent businesses for help. Or the mega-rich independent businesses should be forced to help and ask for nothing in return, yet there's a highly unlikely chance that'll happen.
So... If we're so poor;
WHY DID WE ALL GO OUT BLOODY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING ON THE 30TH?
I thought that we were meant to be making a stand about corporatism and fighting the man who's keeping us down, but instead, no. Let's take the kiddies out, buy some presents, celebrate consumerism and make that man who's making our lives a living hell even more the richer. I couldn't stand anyone who wandered into the shop that day in hope of completing their Christmas shopping, and it was a shame that there were a lot of them. I was even wished Merry Christmas by one, obviously one blissfully unaware of the best part of a month that lay between that day and Christmas.
I swear that that day was so busy that it felt like a Saturday. full of grumpy speed-shoppers, because that's what Saturday shoppers are like. No time for a chat and all.
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