I'm a funny bugger sometimes.
Were you to label me, I would expect you would probably peel off a sticky label from the sheet marked 'liberal', especially as what you have to go on is my publically stated disdain for, amongst many other things - The very idea of a conservative government, the BNP, Jordan (the person, not the country in western Asia), guns, violence (in most forms except boxing, which helps me gain my hypocrite badge from the scouts). Many things, many of which would be termed 'right wing'.
I do have a problem with something, and I don't want anyone to get dismayed, annoyed, upset even. But there is a group of people, who use this country. They drain it of its resources. They put nothing back. They don't want to work... Bloody lazy arses. Give me that bottle of cider and piss off out of my country.
Yes, I'm talking about the lazy. The workshy, good for absolutely sod all, lazy. I approve of the benefits system. I have no problem paying taxes to help the disadvantaged who are experiencing hard times, who want to help themselves but due to circumstances find themselves unable. It's the ones who do not, will not, and have no intention of ever trying to get work. Okay, fine. Don't work. But don't think you're entitled to be paid not to do it.
I was talking about this with Mr Foxon (who is fast becoming my muse), and I told him, to his somewhat stunned face "I think our immigration policy is all wrong. I don't think we should even have an immigration policy. Let everyone, whoever they are, go anywhere they want in the world. And then we kick all the lazy bastards out." Or words to that effect. I'll even help, I know where a lot of them are.
Now, many people will, once again, disagree with me on this. They will say that these people are victims of circumstance and will say that me making allusions to rounding them up and doing nasty things to them reeks of something extremely unpleasant. They're probably right. But I get so annoyed. And I don't come at this like some social commentator who looks down at the plebs from his tower high above his country mansion. I was born working class. We had an outside toilet and everything. Dad worked down t'pit (for a bit) and everything (again). I've even had friends who are lazy.But I have a work ethic, and I slowly worked my way up and up, until I found myself doing a low paid desk job 40 hours a week which eats away at my very soul.
But at least I work.
Anyway, I may have changed my mind this time next week, but for now, there you have my views on lazy people. Oh, and immigration, which I stand by. Let people go wherever they want. I'd rather pay for a Somali refugee not to be killed than for Vicky Pollard to watch Jeremy Kyle*.
*No stereotypes wre injured in the writing of this blog.