The contracts up for grabs have been steadily creeping up from tens of millions to hundreds of millions to a billion. The likes of Branson and the usual party-funding, money-grubbing generalists will no doubt be rubbing their hands with whatever glee their dank souls can muster. For the rest of us – unless we resist – it’s a serious rebrand of the cost of living
Governments lie to their robust young folk so they can send them around the world to secure resources for their corporate chums and to make sure those pesky natives don’t get their hands on them. Job done? OK, fuck off now, there’s a good lad. There’s some charities that’ll help you out with your PTSD and might even get you that prosthetic leg. Can’t find a job? There’s opportunities all over the world for a resourceful trained killer who’s handy with a baton round or a water cannon. You can help our friends abroad crush popular dissent. Get out there and strive!
More Tory fuckwittedness surfaces detailing their pandering whims concerning things they know fuck all about. In order to keep Daily Mail readers supplied with enough ignorant hatred to keep the voting, they float the idea that the NHS is not floundering due to rampant privatisation and ladder-scrambling gutless management, but because people born overseas use it, from time to time. Yes they do indeed. I have had many reasons to thank them for this over the years, as have all my family and everyone I know who has ever had recourse to medical care in this country.
Compassion is a leverageable resource. Just because someone’s had their world blown to buggery by some fuckwit with an inquisitor’s concept of consent, that’s no reason not to monetise it. One up the arse? That’ll be £75 thank you. Beaten and dragged into hell” £160. Innocence shattered by powers you thought could trust? 3 hail Marys.