Well that’s it folks. It appears that protesting against
the policies of the upper classes from Eton is now a punishable offence, in Scotland
of all places.
If you dare to voice your opinion against your betters,
in this case the Eton Boy, you are likely to cop 100 hours of community
service, which is one way, I suppose, of getting the Big Society up and running
on the cheap, if there aren't enough unemployed or sick people to do the
necessary.
Mr Stuart Rodger hid in a toilet at the Grand Central Hotel in
Glasgow and walked into the room as the Big Eton cheesy one was lecturing
fellow superior beings. (Dave tends only to speak to people who are vetted as
fully paid up members of the Tories, or to companies where employees talk out
of turn only if they wish to find themselves new jobs.) Mr Rodger was then swiftly removed for the august presence Special
Branch people. Yes, apparently you and I pay to ensure that Mr Cameron is never
challenged, never barracked, never has to find an argument for his inhuman
policies.
It is fair to say, however, that Mr Rodger has form. He was previously fined
£200 for painting Deputy Prime Pledger, Nick Clegg , in his true colour of
blue.
(Murphy must he hopping mad that he didn't get painted blue too.
I mean, an egg for heaven’s sake… hardly noticeable. But for all he is as right wing as Mrs
Thatcher, Jim’ll Fix It was born on the wrong side of the tracks and failed to
get himself into Eton or Westminster School. On reflection, given that it took him 9 years
of student grants to get through uni, it’s
maybe just as well he didn't go to Oxford! So he only got an egg.)
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| Why is it that these people feel the need to pretend that they eat ordinary people's food when they are campaigning? We know perfectly well that they never eat sausage rolls and their facial expressions that absolute horror at the taste (or lack thereof) given them away every time). |
Anyway, back to Mr Roger. All he said to Camergoon was:
"No ifs, no buts, no public sector cuts", which was obviously far
more than the prime moron’s intellect
could cope with and he was left without an spluttering in horror, although I'm not sure if those Eton types understand anything that we say here, so it might
have been that he simply didn't understand. Or maybe he was horrified by the fact that an ordinary person had entered his sphere?
In any case, be warned. In future you must learn to treat
your betters with the respect they think they deserve, otherwise you may find yourself
as an unpaid social worker, making up for the fact that the Tory cuts have all
but eradicated the professionals.
Do not challenge the toffs, on any account, even if you use moderate
language. The aristocracy is always right. And it’s time the plebs learned their
place.
