Walter Mitty Land

Welcome to Walter Mitty Land!

Given the circumstances, a much more suitable name for our beloved land, me thinks. Here in the UK you will find people with their head stuck so far up their own arses their colons are doing all the thinking. Honestly, there are so many ludicrously expensive shit ideas floating around, usually propagated by some stupid government stink-tank, half the time I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Paradoxically, in my case, complaining about these things and more importantly expecting anything positive to happen as a result is utterly pointless. It’s like pissing in a tornado because the lunatics are totally in charge of the asylum.

Here’s an example of the average UK subject.

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They called it, and still do, a ‘Bank Bailout’. This drives me fucking insane. It was nothing of the sort. What it was, was the biggest transfer of wealth from the taxpayer to the rich in history. It was a depositors bail out, most of whom, thanks to New Labour, found themselves on the right side of the rich divide, which is wider now (gap between haves and have-nots) than it was when Charles Dickens wrote Oliver Twist. That my friends *is* the real legacy of New Labour (the British Government) and in particular Gordon no boom and bust Brown (Mr. Prudence?). Is he having a laugh, or what?

To compound this you have a country that is borrowing itself into oblivion in the unbelievable hope that all this extravagance will be paid for by future taxpayers. Yes, I say extravagance; here we have the Police driving around in virtual super cars (when they’re not flying around in Helicopters that is) in order to catch the odd speeding motorist. The list here is bloody endless, believe me, so I won’t go on, but I will give you an example of something that happened to me just the other day when I was out on my bike.

I stopped for lunch at a particularly grubby little café; actually they’d just renovated it, probably with borrowed money. Anyway, there I was innocently minding my own business when in walked a huge family. When I say huge, I mean these people were fucking big, they could hardly fit through the newly fitted double doors. I thought I’d better get my order in quick; this lot are going to start eating the fucking chairs in a minute. One of them had a bad leg, could hardly walk, probably fell over somewhere and caused an earthquake? Anyway, they finally managed to sit down. What did they order? Well, ‘Cheesy Chips’ sounds fucking disgusting to me, but yes, coronary inducing hollow tubes of fat covered with cheese. I thought, well fuck me, if ever there was a country that deserved to get fat and die of a fucking heart attack, this was it, and when they mentioned ‘sausages’ I half expected a whole roasted pig to appear.

All they seemed to talk about was what they did at the doctors. Presumably, all of them had considerable medical issues, no doubt mainly caused by their diet. This is just one family; imagine the cost to the taxpayer every time one of these fekers goes to the doctor with a gammy leg and worse. How can this country afford it? Of course the fact is, errrm, it can’t afford it, because the UK is bankrupt. People talk of the inadequacies of the NHS and shortages in the armed forces etc. Why the fuck is anyone surprised about that? Because we can’t afford a National Health Service or any armed forces to start with.

The Institute for Fiscal Studies is recommending a 14% cut in every government dept. I think the truth of the matter is that it should be nearer 50%. With a General Election looming are there any politicians brave enough to highlight this?

No, of course there aren’t.

In an attempt to lighten your day, here’s an example of my dodgy piano playing…

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