Showing posts with label working class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working class. Show all posts

Monday, 25 January 2010

Bedlam Humour: What are politics about?

Bedlam Humour

John Evans has sent in yet another contribution

What are politics about?
A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'Dad, what are Politics?'

Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family , so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.'

The little boy says, 'And what about Nanny? What is she?'

'Nanny.... we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.

Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.

Not wanting to wake his mother, he goes to the nanny's room Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now. '

The father says, 'That's good, son. So tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'

The little boy replies, 'Well the President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'

Thanks John - I think that just about sums things up....


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Monday, 4 August 2008

Snobs, Jobs and all that crap

One of the things that pisses me off, is people pretending to be better than they are - snobs.

Living in Spain, a certain element of people seem to take great pleasure in playing a game of guess, not all of them by all means, but some certainly do. Some people pretend to come from exotic backgrounds and be something better than they really are.

Balls! It pisses me off.

Why can't they admit they're working class? Is there something wrong with earning money? If you earn money, you're working class. Don't smudge the issue by splitting your life into lower, middle, or upper working class. You either earn money, or you have fantastically rich parents and won't be reading this piece of garbage.

I'm a working class lad and proud of what I've achieved. I earned my spurs. I started with nothing, my parents had nothing, my dad's job was boiler attendant.

I was lucky enough, once adult, to take a degree, I placed a tentative foot on a ladder, but it didn't elevate me to a different sphere. I earned my degree. It was bloody hard work. It wasn't a God-given part of life. It took effort.

It doesn't make me less though, in fact it makes me more. Before I took early retirement from my job, and being part of a development team, I had a budget of almost 2 milliion pounds. It wasn't MY money though, I had to spend it extremely wisely or someone, some faceless man with more power than most of us can dream of, would have chewed my balls and spat them into the gutter.

It didn't make me better having a say of how the money was spent, it didn't mean I was in some higher class of society. I was a man with a job, and I did what I had to do, otherwise I'd have ended on the scrapheap.

No matter what our job, no matter what our position, we are tiny in the greater scheme of things. We all shat our nappies, we'll all die.

For heaven's sake, get a grip on reality! Stop trying to be something you aren't!

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