Dramatic title, I know, but I am frankly furious. As I've had my last week of law school, which involved a important presentation followed by drinking and packing, I've been out of touch with the news somewhat. It was somewhat distressing, then, when I sat down to read The Sunday Times to do a bit of catching up.
First I saw something about another Blair-Brown rift and how John Prescott isn't paying council tax because he's a fat idiot with more double standards than an army of twins. Fairly normal stuff for New Labour, although saddening in light of the fact these people (and I use the term loosely) are supposed to be running our country. Unfortunately for us it seems when they took the job they misread 'running' as 'ruining', but we've only got the hordes of unmitigated morons who voted for them to blame for that.
Oh well, so far so normal - I didn't even bother reading anything but the stub of each of the articles as I knew it would be the usual mix of hypocricy, lies, and moral degredation you get with New Labour. Anyway, turn a couple of pages, and what do I see? Oh good god tell me I'm having a nightmare. It shouldn't be a surprise, really. I should have prepared myself for this. Maybe I'm just confused. No, wait.... those months of hard-man posturing on the part of Mr Blair over how we wouldn't give up any of our rebate were real, I didn't imagine them. I also remember - quite clearly - that he'd already bowed to EU pressure and accepted no increase to the rebate this time around in order to help the new member states, which I suppose is fair in a round-about, not entirely fair sort of way.
Why, then, has this spineless PR-front bowed to the freeloading socialists across the channel and given up a significant chunk of the rebate and increased our funding input by 63%? Look, you horrible little man, that isn't just a significant increase, that is a bloody gargantuan increase. Or should I say, decrease - to our public spending capabilities, and therefore our education, health, transport, welfare (I mean, if we've got to have that one we might as well run it properly, right?), and everything-else budgets. But then maybe I do mean increase - to our taxes, rightful share in French farm produce, and rate of financial collapse.
For a government that was promising for a very long time that it would be honest, consistent, and avoid the old Labour tax-and-spend tactics, I can't help but find the actions since gaining office - and increasingly so in recent months - a little incompatible with those promises. First we had the tuition fees debacle (not that I even object to them, merely being lied to about them in a manifesto promise), then the Iraq war (again, fine by me but be sodding honest about it - I dislike being treated like an idiot by a man with a fixed grin and a fat friend). Following that was the revelation that pretty much the entire anuities market was on the brink of completely imploding due to Mr Brown's love of other people's money and desire to redistribute the wealth (to civil servant's obscene non-contributory pension funds and corpulent paychecks, naturally), thus meaning a mass exodus of pension funds. Then, a month or so ago, the cash-grabbing smarm has the gall to announce he's going to start taxing savings as well. What the bloody hell do my savings have to do with anything, you fat bastard? Does the New Labour front bench actually eat money or something? After totally ruining people's plans for caring for themselves with pension funds (thus not requiring welfare hand-outs.....) you're going to rob them of their savings as well? Are you utterly, utterly insane, or just incapable of hammering together a budget that holds, all the while your boss hands over billions of pounds to continental socialist countries who really have no excuse for not running their own countries better in the first place?
Wait - don't answer that. I already know the answer; anyone who has to borrow £12.5 billion to balance the budget can only ever fall into one of those catagories, can't he? Yes, you're a corrupt, inept, life-ruining, effort-wasting, pound-hoarding hypocrite Mr Chancellor, as are the tax-dodging hypocrite and the gutless liar you call friends, and I hope you all end up living in miserable squalor. Like an entire generation is going to have to do after you've worked it half to death and taken all it's money and belongings, that is.