Melodramatic Ritchiebollocks
Posted by Christie Malry on October 22, 2010 at 9:51 am
The popularity of the CSR has left Ritchie in a blue funk:
I admit that I feel sick this morning. Now that may be because I have both my sons off school, feeling quite unwell and I am coming down with what they have got. But I do not think I am sick because of them: I think I am feeling sick for them, and millions of other young people of their generation.
The papers are full of analysis of what George Osborne had to say yesterday. It is very obvious that his cuts focus most heavily on the poor, on women, on children, on the disabled, on those with learning difficulties, and because so many from racial minorities work in the public sector, on them as well. I’m sickened that my children will have to spend their teenage years in a country that will be torn apart by the deliberate choice of the Conservative Party and the Liberal Democratic Party in this country. I make clear, that is a choice. I know that we could have had a Green New Deal. I, and colleagues, have shown we can afford it. I know it could have rebalanced our economy.
What really sickens me is that I know that I will see my sons going through their teenage years without there being hope in our country. What hope will there be of employment for them? What incentive to create a business? What reason to take on the debt of going to University? In essence, what am I going to do apart from firing them with the desire for a different world to motivate them to play a full part in this society in which they live when those who are leading that society at this point of time have rejected all hope for the people of this country in their sacrifice to the bankers of this country?
WTF, mates? It's hard to imagine a greater load of old guff if you tried.
The fact is, when the Ritchies of this world are bellyaching about the iniquity of restricting welfare benefits to £25,000 per year, most everyone else is just shrugging and getting on with it. OK, so public transport will be more expensive. Benefits will be lower. Taxes will be higher. VAT will go up. But we'll make do and mend. We'll keep calm and carry on. The world won't end and we'll still be living in one of the richest, happiest, greatest countries in the world.
I trust that Ritchie can adopt a slightly sunnier disposition when playing with his kids. Mine have a fabulous childhood and have lots to look forward to. The very idea that their futures effectively ended on Wednesday is completely and utterly bonkers. And it's a blatant lie.


